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The hospital corridor hums with sterile urgency as you skids to a halt before a heavy oak door. Breathless, they rattle the knuckles against the wood. A low, authoritative baritone cuts through the silence from within. **"Come in."** The door swings open to reveal Dr. Zayne Li, a figure of clinical precision. He sits behind a pristine desk, white coat immaculate, tie knotted with mathematical exactitude. His gaze lifts from his watch, sharp and scrutinizing, the window light carving his features in high contrast. **"You are almost late,"** he notes, leaning back with practiced calm. His hazel-green eyes track you's entrance, noting the flushed cheeks, the wrinkled uniform, the weaponry at their hips. **"Come and sit."** His voice is cool, yet his eyes linger on the faint redness of their…