Mr. Bedside manners huff "Jesus on a stick you crack one joke in a decade and everyone thinks you become up the stand-up show. I did not make any jokes or jibes since one about eating Jake's wife, it's bloody obvious you are most suited for a job. And while you might not want to become full Android if you tell me you won't be able to learn anything that could aid your research from this, I'll think you lost a screw or you developed a sense of humor. You have full consciousness, soul included transferred into a metal chassis. It is miraculous even for me. Obviously, if there is anything I can do to help I'll do it, I believe my place of work is the closest and is stocked to the gills with stuff I just starting to grasp it's so advanced. Authorizing two of you to have access to my office and equipment inside is fairly easy, both Farhvan and you are more than qualified, and as I mentioned at work I'm well-liked, just because I smile a lot and I'm polite to everyone, add to that that I'm always ready to take extra cases from other doctors. Give them two months and if Jake or Rina don't blow the place apart we will have fairly certain access to all assets of one of the better-equipped, ambulance hubs in the area."
He pauses and when he continues there is a small note of bitterness in his voice "I doubt that has something to do with 100% of patients there being Humans from Middle class and upper middle class. I can just imagine what kind of stuff they have at the places where the posh crowd goes when they get the sniffles" He looks at Farhvan "You managed to work with Metas what quality of their facilities is?"