"The Imps' Consultation"

I caught a cold...

The man muttered as he scratched at his listless body, when from out of nowhere a group wearing white gowns suddenly appeared. The imp sporting a long beard, who seemed to be their leader, spoke.

Fancy yerself a doctor, then? Won't do ye' no good to take illness lightly. Cummere, we'll give ya' an examinin'.

No sooner had he spoke than they pushed the man down onto a chair without waiting for an answer, and the imps began their consultation. They used their mysterious tools and when the bizarre checkup came to an end, the bearded imp gave the diagnosis.

Hmpf, 'tis a cold, this...