Paris, France
It was the day for the club players to visit the clinic. The senior physician and Serafina were cleared of their other schedules in order to tend to the footballers as handling a group consisting of around 20 men was not going to be an easy job. Galtier had reported that 7 players would need to be tended another day due to unforseen reasons.
It was an early hour at 8:30am and Gloria, the senior physician, Dr.Yadav and Serafina were already in the meeting room arranging for the briefing they were going to give to the players about their checkup. It was important to inform their patients what tests they were going to go through.
Neymar had been overall excited to see her again when they talked to each other the previous night. But today, nothing except a strict interaction between a patient and his doctor will happen between them, Serafina had decided as she was adamant to be professional as she always had been in her career. She tossed away the strands of hair disturbing her face as she went through her list of players. She was trusted to look over 9 players which include Leonel Messi, Achraf Hakimi, Sergio Ramos and of course Neymar jr among others. She read through the basic information on their persons like age, height, weight and types and number of physical injuries they have faced over the recent years. It was expected of their career to have suffered many injuries but Serafina's brows shot up at the incredulous amount that had tolled up for Neymar.
There was a knock on the door and all three of them raised their heads to the direction of the noise and found one of the attendants peeking through the door. "Docteur Castro, Monsieur Galtier et ses joueurs sont arrivés." [Doctor Castro, Monsieur Galtier and his players have arrived.] She reported to Gloria. "Dis-leur que je serai avec eux tout de suite." [Tell them i will be with them right away.] She answered her and the attendant nodded her head and walked away.
"Everything is ready right?" Gloria checked on the other two doctors and after receiving confirmation from the both of them, she walked out of the meeting room.
"Today will be one hell of a day. " Dr.Yadav, a 45 year old woman, told Serafina who chuckled at her but nodded in agreement.
"Hopefully everything will go smoothly." She said, her voice taking on that professional, calm tone that she never let go during work hours.
After a few minutes, the door opened and the players piled in with Gloria and Galtier on the lead. Serafina observed from the side quietly as they took their seats. Gloria sat at the head of the oval table, clearly showing that she was the person in charge while Dr.Yadav and Serafina flanked her on the side.
As her eyes landed on each player, she made eye contact with Neymar who smiled at her brightly, waving his fingers discreetly at her. She returned a small one of her own before paying attention to her mother who had stood up to speak.
"Welcome everyone, it's a pleasure to have all of you here at our clinic. As you can see, our workplace is not a big one but we work to provide the best environment and treatment for our patients. Rest assured that your personal information or any of your conditions will not get out of the clinic unless we have direct permission from you and your club manager. Today, we will have several checkups on your physical health, and you will go through tests that will help us assess your range of motion, strength, stability, reflexes and nervous responses. You will be tended by two of our doctors and their assistants, Senior Dr.Yadav, she is our most experienced physicist and a board certified medical practitioner. And Dr.Serafina Castro, one of our physicists who is also a broad certified sports medicine specialist. I hope you can put your trust and be at ease around them. We've divided you into a group of nine and ten." She proceeded to list out the names of players who would be under the care of each doctors. "The examination rooms are right across the hall each labelled with the names of the physicians. You may wait for your turn in the meeting room, you can call for anything you want like foods or drinks, of course non-alcoholic," She joked coaxing a few chuckles and smiles from the players before continuing to tell them that she would be right above the current floors if they face any problems.
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