Cartmer was dumbfounded, and he carefully held out his sword to Kors.
“Take it, please. I am sorry if I was wrong.”
Kors made an arrogant and displeased face and took the sword from the doctor:
“That's it.”
He looked around the room. In Cartmer’s large and bright cabinet, in tall glass cases, there were many hermetically sealed containers, in which all kinds of human organs, embryos and babies with anomalies and other wonders were kept.
Kors looked sideways at the can from which, it seemed, a human eyeball was also staring at him:
“What the shit?”
“This is a unique collection of human organs, healthy and damaged by diseases. I have been collecting it for many years,” the doctor answered, not without pride.
Kors looked skeptically at the life-size skeleton in the corner.
“Oh well…”
His attention was drawn to medical devices located near a tall window, half-sealed with thin white paper.
“Is it a weighing machine?”
“Yes.”
Kors nodded at Nik.
“Weigh him.”
“Weigh?”
“Vitor…”
“Shut up, Nik! I want to know how much he weighs. I think he is underweight, I want to know how much to take action. It is strange that this is not obvious to you and is surprising. I have already begun to doubt your professionalism.”
“Well, well. But then he needs to take off his clothes.”
“No, this is impossible. He won’t undress in front of you.”
“Not in front of me, I don’t need it, but in order for the scales to show the correct body weight.”
“Go weigh him! I will subtract the weight of the clothes, I understand this.”
The doctor just shook his head.
“Then let him at least unfasten his weapon.”
“Okay. Nik, take off your belt and unfasten your swords.”
Nikto obediently took off his weapons and stood on the scales. The doctor aligned the weights on the bar in front of him.
“Well, what is there?” Kors asked impatiently.
Cartmer gave him a number:
“Normal weight. For his height, this is a perfectly acceptable body weight.”
“But he’s thin!”
“He is thin, but not below the norm for his height.”
“You just don't understand anything!”
“Well, maybe a little below the norm, but not critical,” the doctor shrugged his shoulders. “Moreover, he is still young, and he is a warrior. You came from Crimson Rock, right?”
“Yes.”
“Where, as far as I know, you spent a long time in a tough siege. Hiking, battles. Such a life is not conducive to gaining body weight.”