𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠

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Height: 170.18cm
Weight: 49.90kg.
BMI: 17.2

Felix stared at his body calculations printed in bold small text on the sheet of paper his doctor had handed to him. He sat in silence, staring at the measurements in silence, brows furrowed as he read the same things over and over. More information was listed on the paper, but he was stuck primarily on the three measurements in bold.

"All tests depict relatively good health, however.." the doctor trailed off.

Felix looked up from the paper, attention on his doctor now. Felix had noticed the way Dr. Chan, his physician, had let his words trail off into nothingness. Felix had been through enough health check-ups with Dr.Chan to know that bad news usually followed when the male didn't finish his thoughts. He'd always felt comfortable around the doctor, finding the coincidence of a shared nationality to be lucky. Being a foreign exchange student easily led to homesick feelings so the familiarity was nice.

"You are significantly underweight, Felix. Your body mass index is at a 17.2 when it should average between 18.5 and 24.9 to be considered healthy. This may pose certain health risks such as nutrient deficiencies and hormonal changes."

Felix blinked, stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, struggling to find anything to say before going with the phrase he used way too often according to his school peers, "I'm sorry."

Chan shook his head, pulling up his swivel chair and turning it backwards, sitting with the back of the chair pressed against his chest. The doctor folded his arms over the chair, clipboard in hand as he fixed Felix with one of his signature 'I'm about to give you a lecture and there is no getting out of it' looks.

"Felix, last time you came in for a check up, I weighed you at..." He paused to reference a page on his clipboard before continuing, "52.16 kg. Your BMI then was at an 18, slightly under but not by much. I gave you a folder of pages with a guided protein diet plan laid out to help you reach a decent average but you have instead dropped 2.26 kg."

Felix looked down at the paper in his hands before looking up at his physician again, tears brimming his eyes. The evident disappointment in Chan's tone never failed to make him feel ashamed. He knew the doctor would never verbally say he was disappointed, but Felix could tell that he was, even if just a little at his lack of progress.

Once more, all Felix could muster up was an, "I'm sorry," voice wobbling at the end despite him willing himself to stop being a crybaby. There wasn't even any reason for him to cry. It wasn't as if Chan had yelled at him, he was just too sensitive, and he hated that.

Chan's expression softened, his voice coming out comforting as he told Felix, "Don't cry. I am not mad, I am just concerned for your health, Felix, that is my job."

Felix nodded, he understood. He knew that Dr. Chan was just doing his job. If anything, the physician had been extremely patient and understanding with him, always reprimanding him in a way that didn't tear him down or pressure him into anything.

Chan hummed as he sat up a bit in his chair, flipping to yet another page on that intimidating clipboard of his. The physician cast a knowing look at him and Felix internally groaned. He already knew what was coming.

Evaluation check.