Glasby Medical Center

Ryan felt his smile twitch downwards a little, the doctors assumptions starting to become rather bold. Living in a concrete asylum lodged far beyond the edge of the Glasby Forest was hardly a waxed countertop or finely-crafted window pane with a golden floor. But he tried to look at it from the knowledge that Cornwall was a bit of a jester, and if the last hour had gone to show anything, he was not overly social person. 

"Well then doc, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He said, noting the fox's face light up greedilly as he swiped his card through the scanner, "I'll be sure to call in next time I'm in trouble." the frog said, giving Cornwall a wink.

"Good, get in much trouble as you can, just for me."
He winked back, handing back the card, standing beside the desk.

This was bound to go in history as one of the most satisfying procedures of his medical career, and perhaps, one of his most interesting and unique encounters as well. But, oh well, all that matters is the money! Fame, that too. Both worthy statistics of success.

Ryan gave the doctor a strong thumbs up, choosing to use his newly repaired arm specifically to showcase how good the job was, as if Cornwall didn't know already.

"Oh, and uh. If you're ever in the need of... lets say, armed assistance," He added armed with a wink, "give me a call." He said, sliding a small plastic card with a phone number and the letter R on it over the top of the counter.

With a final wide grin of appreciation and admiration, as well as a significantly lighter digital pocket, the green tree frog began heading his way back the way he had come in.