After checking his bank account on his phone to confirm the receipt of the payment from Julian, Dr. Zykov gathered all the data from the computer and copied it onto a USB drive. He unplugged the drive and slipped it into his lab coat pocket before approaching the bed where Alex sat at its edge.
"Mr. Smiths, everything looks normal. If you have any headaches or pain, let me know. Here is my number." The doctor handed Alex a card and then left the room to pack his belongings at the other end of the hall.
