As you walked into the pristine, white-walled medical ward, the soft, white light from the windows illuminated an office door that was left slightly ajar. Through the crack in the doorway, you could see the shadow of a man leaning over a desk, looking through paperwork. On the door was a brass plaque that read "Dr. Oxford".

Quietly, you knocked on the door, drawing the man's attention from the paperwork on his desk.

"Come in!" he called out with a soft, warm smile.

As you entered the room, the dark navy blue who you presumed was Dr. Oxford stood up from behind the desk and walked around to greet you. He extended a hand, his smile never leaving his face.

"Hello there. I'm Dr. Oxford, but you can just call me Oxford. What can I do for you today?"