Clinic Post [OPEN]

[salarian_savant]

who. Anybody!
what. Anything having to deal with the Clinic/Daily workings/Bothering Mordin
where. Mordin's Clinic
when. Anytime! Feel free to backdate or forward date!
warnings. Potential description of injuries/healing them. Will add others as necessary!

[ooc: This an open clinic post for Mordin! It doesn't matter what time your character shows up he'll be there! People just wanting to talk to Mordin are welcome to bug him too. Action spam or prose, doesn't matter.]

There was no shortage of people that needed the expert opinion of a medical doctor on Omega. It just so happened, Mordin was also one of the best and even though his clinic was still growing; it was busy at times. There were a number of his assistants bustling about at any given time but that was good. It meant there was business and it meant people were being helped.

Mordin was almost always in his clinic. He spent a grand total of two hours sleeping and some days, well, it just didn't happen. There were more important things to do than waste time asleep. The people of Omega needed him and there was always since to be done. He was always open to conversation and visitors so long as he wasn't with a patient.

So here he is, if anyone needs him, muttering under his breath about some science thing or another.

Comments

[salarian_savant]

Sometimes Mordin tried to be considerate and not overwhelm his patients with a plethora of information. Other times he just rambled off a bunch of jargon and pretended like they should know what he was talking about. It depended on his mood. In this case, he was just as interested in finding out what was wrong with the human as Kengo.

One side of Mordin's forehead goes up, "Assume not from current year. Old-fashioned method of blood testing often had number of side effects. Fatigue. Small risk of blood contamination. Injury to veins."

Needless to say, things have advanced a little. "Problem lied in equipment sensitivity. Unable to detect slight changes in different hormones and elements in bloodstream. Medical technology primitive in old days. Humans well behind salarians."

Hopefully Kengo didn't mind putting up with his rambling. It was one of those things that just didn't turn itself off ever. He held out a spindly fingered hand, "Hand please."

[mathemagician]

"Two thousand and eleven, actually." Which was, as Kengo had found out, about a hundred and seventy-five years behind the current year. That put a very large gap between the technology he was used to and the current year. Hearing that he had been incorrect about the method made Kengo more curious than embarrassed.

The comment about humans didn't bother him either. To be honest, he realized mankind's achievements and he was proud of them (partially because of what his father had accomplished), but he also recognized that humans had been far behind the other races. Talking to his salarian boss and digging around with what information he could gather had told him that much.

"It's nice to hear that medical technology has advanced that much." Kengo offered the hand of the arm he'd rolled his sleeve up on. "I'm still primarily familiar with my own era's tech, but I've only ever had passing familiarity with medical work." Really, that part was only because of how constantly sick he was.

[salarian_savant]

"Spans incredible amount of time. Technology progresses quickly," he agrees with a nod. Mordin's intent hadn't been to embarrass him so it's good he's not bothered by it. He had just wanted to be factual. He passes on information as he can.

"New technology every year," Mordin agrees happily. He has a thing for tech, sorry. His fingers wrap gently around Kengo's and pulls a small finger pricking device from his pocket. This is one thing that hasn't really changed all that much. It has iodine built in so it disinfects at the same time. "Will feel small pinch."

[mathemagician]

"I'm sure I've felt worse..." Kengo thought aloud as he watched the process. At this point, he didn't have any issue with needles and he wasn't sure he ever had. It was something he'd encountered too many times with all of the checkups he'd received during his life and all of the other tests that it was really becoming as normal as... well... going to the doctor in the first place. Still, he flinched at the pinch as he always did, his face scruching up a bit from the sensation.