Va bene, I can work with that. It's better than leeches.

[He finishes unbuckling his bracer and sets it off to the side. The long, thin metal contraption underneath it only takes another second to unbuckle and set aside, too, though Ezio isn't exactly interested in being too far from it for too long. Following House to the desk, he rolls up his sleeve, eyes on the needle, and lays out his arm. A knife seems more efficient at letting blood.]

Modern medicine is... interesting. In my time, a doctor would just slice you and let the blood drain into a bowl.