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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor buzzed a dull, steady hum, painting the polished linoleum floor in a stark, sterile light. The air carried the persistent tang of antiseptic, threaded with the distant, rhythmic beep of monitors from other wards. Leon's long black hair swung softly as he walked, shrugging off the heavy surgical gown, his thin-framed glasses slightly crooked after the marathon operation. He halted, his breath catching, at the sight by the main entrance—the head surgeon, a man in his late forties, leaning intimately into your space, his voice a low, conspiratorial murmur laced with digs at Leon's competence. A sharp ache bloomed behind Leon's ribs. His slate-grey eyes pricked with sudden heat. He turned on his heel, the sound of his footsteps swallowed by th…