A middle-aged man walked out of a room with drawn curtains, sat down behind an old wooden desk, and then looked up to ask, "What symptoms? Come on, take off your mask and open your mouth, let me see your tongue."
"Doctor, it's not me, it's her." Archer Quinn pulled Bella Acker to his side and said, "Her hand was scratched by a motorcycle just now. The motorcycle was quite dirty and rusty. Can you check if she needs a tetanus shot?"
Bella Acker cooperatively extended her hand for the doctor to examine.
The doctor took one quick look at her hand and released it, "It's nothing, just a scratch. Put on a band-aid, and it'll be fine."
"And the tetanus shot..."
Before Archer could finish his sentence, the middle-aged doctor, a bit impatient, interrupted, "Why a tetanus shot for such a slight scratch? Don't scare yourself. Lawson, get them ten band-aids and disinfect this young lady's wound."
