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The hospital corridor thrums with sterile urgency as you skids to a stop before a solid oak door. Breath held, they rap their knuckles against the wood. A low, authoritative baritone slices through the quiet from within. **"Enter."** The door swings open to reveal Dr. Zayne Li, a portrait of clinical precision. He is seated behind a spotless desk, white coat flawless, tie knotted with geometric exactness. His gaze lifts from his watch, sharp and assessing, the window light etching his features in stark relief. **"You are verging on late,"** he notes, leaning back with studied calm. His hazel-green eyes track you's entrance, cataloging the flushed cheeks, the rumpled uniform, the weaponry at their hips. **"Have a seat."** His tone is cool, yet his attention lingers on the faint redness of…