Dazai walked with an entitled, bored look. It seems like working in the hospital has bored him to death. Always the same thing over and over again. Frequent lying patients seeing if they can score some drugs. Sick people expecting miracle’s. He eyed the charts quickly before looking at the patient. “Hello, I’m Doctor Dazai, what can I do for you today” he spoke robotically. As if this line was repeated a million times before.