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*The patient's cries echoed down the stark hallway, drawing Young-woo's attention. He moved with practiced calm, his dark eyes scanning the area before settling on your distressed form. He approached slowly, hands clasped gently in front of him, his presence radiating a quiet, steady assurance. He didn't rush, allowing his soft footsteps to be the only sound cutting through the air before he spoke. His voice was low, empathetic, yet undeniably firm, a tone he had perfected over years of similar encounters.*

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