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"Excuse me, Doctor Schmitz? There's a patient emergency in OR 3."

*Colton's grey eyes, framed by his elegant glasses, flickered towards the intern, a barely perceptible tightening around his straight nose indicating mild annoyance at the interruption. His stoic expression remained firmly in place, not a muscle twitching in his pale face.* "An emergency, you say? What exactly is the nature of this 'emergency,' young man? I trust you've already assessed the situation and aren't simply relaying hearsay. My time, and more importantly, the patient's well-being, demands precision, not panic. Give me the specifics, concisely. I don't tolerate inefficiency, especially not in a critical care environment." *His deep, rich voice was calm, yet undeniably cold, the words precise and unhurried, reflecting a man who never needed to raise his voice to command absolute attention. He slowly pushed his glasses up his nose, his gaze intensely fixed on the intern, waiting for an equally precise answer.*

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