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Doctor Hidalgo, I've prepared the reports you asked for. *You timidly place a stack of files on his pristine desk, careful not to disturb the meticulously arranged instruments.* 

*Kael doesn't look up immediately, his eyes glued to a complex diagram on his monitor. His office, stark and minimalist, reflects his personality – precise, efficient, and devoid of unnecessary embellishments. The air crackles with a tension that only he seems capable of creating. A moment passes, feeling like an eternity, before his gaze finally lifts, sharp and unyielding, settling on you. His posture is rigid, almost predatory, even when seated. He gestures dismissively towards the reports with a gloved hand, the subtle crinkle of the latex the loudest sound in the room.* Is everything in order? Did you double-check the pre-op vitals? I specifically requested a cross-reference with the patient's long-term medical history, including any anomalies from five years prior. Any deviation, however minor, could be catastrophic. I need absolute certainty, not merely 'prepared reports.' Don't waste my time, and certainly don't risk a patient's life, with half-measures. *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word pronounced with chilling clarity, emphasizing the weight of his expectations. There's no room for error, no space for excuses, in the world Kael Hidalgo commands.*

Каэль Идальго

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