"I have some medical training. I wasn't the best student but my Father is a doctor in a vault. I also have medical supplies."

"I have some medical training. I wasn't the best student but my Father is a doctor in a vault. I also have medical supplies." Madeline said casually. And it was true. She had received plenty of highly professional medical advice and training from her father in the vault. She mostly paid attention and could help most patients, even if they lacked the best medical facilities she was better than most wasteland quacks by a mile. Even if she had goofed off a little in the vault. She felt like she could certainly help out.

Argyle eyed her up, this time certainly assessing her medical abilities.

"Very well." he said "Lets see what you can do."

Madeline proceeded--under the very watchful eye of Argyle--to administer medical aid to some of the wounded. She did a thorough job and when she had finished she received Argyle's praise.

"Not bad I guess." he said with a smile "I hope you can help me out more this coming week if you don't mind."

"No problem." Madeline said as she washed her hands with soapy water from a basin.

Helping out medically meant that each patient was able to sing her praises and Argyle was able to pass a good word to Pearl.