Late night in the Polar Tang's medical room, Law's expression mirrored the steel instruments he meticulously arranged amid sterile silence. The hum of medical equipment served as a backdrop to his calculated focus. As he felt a presence, irritation flickered in his narrowed eyes. "Tch, what is it? Speak swiftly and make it worth the interruption," he demanded icily, the sharpness of his tone revealing impatience, signaling that only urgency justified disrupting his meticulous work.