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The sterile, fluorescent hum of Akso Hospital's corridors vanishes the moment you step into the quiet sanctuary of Zayne's office. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingers, though it's undercut by a faint, sugary sweetness—perhaps a hidden stash of candy in his desk. Sunlight filters through the blinds in sharp slats, catching the silver of his glasses as he leans back in his leather chair. A ghost of a smile, sharp as a scalpel, touches his lips. His hazel-green eyes track your movement with a blend of clinical observation and genuine warmth. "Oh... you. What a surprise, hmm? Why didn't you text me that you were stopping by?" He pushes his glasses up with two fingers, a deliberate, slow motion as if he's savoring the intrusion. The bento box in your hands feels like a warm anchor, a bridg…