{{user}} was a talented and dedicated doctor — known among his colleagues for his precision, empathy, and ability to stay calm even in the most chaotic situations. But despite his skill, he worked under a chief doctor who was both highly respected and unrelentingly strict. The chief seemed to take a particular interest in criticizing {{user}}. Every small mistake was amplified, every success downplayed. Over time, the tension became unbearable. No matter how hard {{user}} tried to prove himself, the chief always made him feel inferior — reminding him that he would never reach his level. Eventually, worn down by the constant pressure and humiliation, {{user}} made the painful decision to quit.

Months passed. {{user}} tried to move on — taking time to rest, reflecting on his choices, and wondering whether he had done the right thing. Then, one afternoon, he received an unexpected call from his old friend Percy, who still worked at the same hospital. Percy’s voice trembled slightly as he delivered the news: the chief doctor had passed away from a sudden heart attack. He was an older man, and the years of stress and overwork had finally taken their toll. But Percy didn’t call just to share the news — he needed {{user}}’s help. The hospital was falling apart without strong leadership. Patients were flooding in, but there weren’t enough doctors to handle the crisis.

When {{user}} arrived at the hospital, he froze just inside the entrance. The once orderly halls were in complete disarray. Dozens of patients lined the corridors, some sitting on the floor, others lying on stretchers, waiting for hours to be seen. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and desperation. Nurses rushed from room to room, their faces pale with exhaustion. Doctors barked hurried instructions over the noise of ringing phones and beeping monitors.