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It didn't take long for the doctor to finish examining Jasper, and it seemed like aside from the stress-induced headache and the sprain in his ankle, he could more or less be considered fine.
Of course, there was some bruising and scraping on various parts of his body as he rushed around haphazardly while trying to escape, but those were just surface wounds that were easy to treat and recover from within a few weeks at most.
The doctor already had the ointments and tablets for these minor issues at hand, and had just started explaining the dosage when it happened.
The silver-haired boy who had been docilely standing by his side as if trying to 'learn' casually reached into what appeared to be his back pocket, presumably to take out his phone, or perhaps even scratch his butt — the doctor couldn't care less — and the next second he was down on the ground, grunting in pain.
