Gil made his way down to the public medical lab; it was the place most people knew how to find, after all. Later, if he continued to examine this man regularly, he'd tell him where to find his private lab. For now this was easiest.
He strolled in and looked around. There was a man sitting there, so it must be him. He moved over and offered his hand. "Gilgamesh Wulfenbach," he said. "You said you had medical troubles?"