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LEONARD MCCOY

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They speak of old sickness in this world.

( When in doubt, bring the plague to your doctor. )

Who told you that? What kind of sickness?

( He is definitely intrigued! )

Natives. I bring no details.

Should you hear more, I beg alert our healer.

That isn't much to go off of. It's a starting point though.

I'll let her know. Thank you for telling me.

By the by, how are you doing? None of this sickness troubling you?

I have a son.

( Translation, 'bien sur.' )

And your tidings?

( WANGJI WHAT THE HELL )

Cause for celebration, or alarm?

( one should always know )

( How could anyone possibly have failed to grasp his three-word meaning. )

Heaven's foremost blessing.

Sickness concerns me on his count.

( he...he thought this was a new development, oh no! )

I misunderstood, mea culpa.

I don't know if I've met him yet. Can you tell me more about him?

Lan Sizhui: tall, slight, sincere. He is not without skill.

Apologies. I speak immodestly.

( Behold, the Lan equivalent of a shamefully glowing review. )

( Post Unwinding — )

How fares your flesh?

Not decaying, for the moment.

( 'Better' would have sufficed, Bones. )

I need to return to Minaras. Every bit of work I've done back there, and I'm not doing any of you favors by sticking around here like Typhoid Mary.