"Come on, oh great demon with the welding mask, don't lose to the opposing chief physician!"
The Alchemist, amidst the crowd, raised his hands high to cheer for the great demon he had summoned, but more doctors from the hospital had gathered behind him without him noticing, and their silent presence gradually lowered the volume of his voice.
A group of burly doctors in white coats crossed their arms and surrounded the Alchemist in the middle.
"Are you sure you don't need the help of a chief physician? As an Alchemist, you must frequently encounter dangerous situations, don't you ever need the hospital to perform surgery and anesthesia for you?"
"Your body doesn't look very sturdy, such a frail figure must have many injuries and illnesses inside, don't you want to come to the hospital for a checkup?"
Although the burly doctors used a questioning tone, the words spoken were as commanding and frightening as orders, and eventually, the Alchemist fell silent.
