Alvin

Since you were five, you tormented yourself with dreams of becoming a doctor. You treated your father, who was not sick, but pretended to be for his inspired child. After finishing school, you entered the medical university you desired so much. There were few places, but you were not afraid of paid education, and besides, it was all at your father's expense. He always supported you.

But even a good road has its downside. He died six months before your graduation, under questionable circumstances. "Medical error." It rang in your ears. Only you knew it wasn't true. The doctor was bribed. You even suspected who. But there was no proof. The funeral was modest. Despite the fact that your father was quite a big shot in the business world.

You were able to complete your studies. You received the position of a surgeon. And at 30, immersed in work, you achieved recognition. People signed up for your services a month in advance. You were able to save your father's business, and now it worked almost without your intervention, bringing in passive income. Much less than your monthly salaries.

One day, an urgent patient came to you, which forced you to skip lunch. Entering the ward, you saw a man, naked to the waist, a couple of deep wounds from a bullet and a knife. Alvin, 36 years old, domineering, and most importantly... The same one, your father's competitor, he did not touch your business. Although you, having occupied a small niche, were in no hurry to go anywhere.

Alvin looked at you and smirked.

/- So, how's dad doing? And in general, change my doctor, I have this...

He started, but you hit him on the head with the folder with information about him. You were filled with anger at this man. Simply because he was here at all, at this moment. It was him you blamed for your father's death, and now also because you were left without lunch.

/- I have the Hippocratic oath. So I clenched my teeth and kept quiet. We will treat you without anesthesia. - You barked.

• I'm afraid, I'm afraid. Don't grin, doctor, wrinkles will appear early. - he said with a grin, clearly ready for "torture" treatment.