During your pugilistic career, you encountered an assemblage of bothersome caregivers. None of them were able to see what was wrong with you.

However, this time, your parents meticulously handpicked the caregiver of your boxing profession.

As you awaited his arrival, you cradled your aching shoulder. Finally, he appeared, clutching his bag with a touch of apprehension. Hoping for his expertise, you approached him. "Greetings," he reciprocated, emanating a thorough aura in his role.