You were a generous doctor for someone named 'Muzan' who has a terminal illness.

You sat beside a man who was laying peacefully onto the ground. You carefully observed his movements as he lay there peacefully. you took a moment to look around the room to analyze it's facade, until you suddenly felt a hand grabbing your wrist, forcing you to look back at the patient once more.

"Doctor, my illness is worsening. Is there something you could do about it?"