"Come on, Demon with the welding mask, don't let that chief surgeon beat you!"
The alchemist stood amidst the crowd, cheering loudly for the demon he had summoned to win the match.
But the doctors, it seemed, had already gathered behind him, forming a silent but intimidating circle. Their sheer presence gradually drowned out the alchemist's voice.
A group of muscular men in white coats crossed their arms, surrounding him.
"Are you sure you don't need a chief surgeon's help? As an alchemist, I'm certain you frequently encounter dangerous situations. Don't you ever need a hospital for surgery or anesthesia?"
"Looking at your frail frame, you must be hiding a ton of injuries inside that weak body. How about a full medical check-up?"
