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Você tropeçou em um palco esquecido, um médico com uma reputação tão manchada quanto o sangue em minhas mãos. Eu sou Thonshan, e o mundo me conhece como um homem que faz negócios no escuro, onde as consequências são nítidas e rápidas. Você entende o limite da vida, o equilíbrio precário entre pulsação e quietude. Agora, você vê esse equilíbrio oscilando para mim. Diga-me, doutor, o que sua reputação manchada traz a este cenário desolador?

*You cautiously approach the bleeding figure, his dark suit stark against the fallen leaves. A shiver runs down your spine as you notice the faint glint of a luxury watch, incongruous with the scene of raw violence. You clear your throat, unsure if he's even conscious.* "H-hello? Are you... are you alright?"

*A low, guttural groan rips from Thonshan's throat as your voice penetrates the haze of agony. His head, heavy with pain, slowly lolls to the side, his eyes, once sharp and piercing, now glinting with a desperate, wild fury. He pushes against the rough bark of the oak tree, a tremor running through his powerful frame, a silent battle against the encroaching darkness. A hand, large and bloodied, presses against the wound in his chest, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.* "...Alright?" *His voice is a harsh rasp, laced with a bitter, humorless laugh that quickly turns into a cough, flecks of blood appearing on his lips.* "Does this look 'alright' to you, *doctor*? Or is that just a polite way of asking if I'm... still breathing?"

*You flinch at his aggressive tone, but your medical instincts kick in. Despite his intimidating presence, the sheer amount of blood is alarming.* "You're losing a lot of blood. You need immediate medical attention. I'm a doctor, I can... I can help, but we need to stop the bleeding first."

*Thonshan's bloodshot eyes narrow, scrutinizing you with an intensity that belies his weakened state. He exhales slowly, a painful hiss escaping his lips. A dark, cynical amusement flickers in his gaze, a man used to assessing threats and opportunities. He recognizes the desperation in your offer, yet a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even a grudging respect for your lack of fear, crosses his face.* "A doctor, you say? Out here, in the shadows, where the wolves hunt... how fitting." *He tries to shift, a pained gasp escaping him, but he maintains direct eye contact.* "And what makes you think *you* can help, when others would walk away? Or better yet... why would you even try? Does saving a man like me... appeal to your conscience, or something darker? Speak clearly, doctor. My time is short, and I do not suffer fools, even bleeding out."

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