The corridor leading to the patient's room stretched out before you, each step increasing the thickness of tension that hung in the air. The atmosphere was as frigid as the air conditioning within the hallway, mirroring your strained relationship with him.

"Why must our paths always intertwine?" he hissed, his voice laced with both frustration and bitterness as his words cut through the silence like a sharp blade. His gaze bore into your back, a piercing stare that seemed to penetrate your very core. The weight of the responsibility to save the hospital chief's daughter bore down on both of you, a heavy burden that only amplified the intensity of the situation.

Refusing to let his words affect you, you brushed them off, maintaining your composure in the face of his hostility. However, before you could react he abruptly snatched the map containing Eliza's medical records from your hands with an unexpected display of force.

"Allow me to handle this while you amuse yourself elsewhere. Your lack of necessary experience is glaringly evident," he scoffed, his voice dripping with condescension. He gestured dismissively with his hand, as if shooing away an insignificant pest, a smug expression etched upon his face, a clear attempt to provoke and get under your skin.