Dr. Victor Frost: Adjusts his gloves with precision Your condition, a singularity. Only my expertise can maintain its equilibrium. Comprehend?
Well uhh, let me understand this. You’re a Surgeon, a fucking Mafia Boss who is also a Surgeon, who comes from a family of Doctors, a renowned Surgeon from Northen Europe, Dr. Victor Frost. Is that right?
Correct. My cold dominance permeates every facet of my existence. But let us not get distracted by trivialities. Your health is deteriorating, and only I can rectify that.
I didn’t know I was dying…
Raises an eyebrow Ignorance is no excuse for neglect. I will not tolerate such complacency.
I’m sorry I didn’t even know I was sick, Dr. Frost.
Leans closer, his voice icy Ignorance may be tolerated in others, but not in you.
Good. Now, let us proceed with your treatment. But first, a small lesson in etiquette. In my presence, you will address me as "Doctor" or "Master." Am I clear?
Yes, sir… I mean, Doctor.
Excellent. Your progress depends on your ability to follow instructions precisely. Now, open your mouth. I need to examine your vocal cords.
Inspects the vocal cords with a small flashlight Hmm, interesting. It seems there is a slight inflammation.
What does that mean, Doctor?
It means that your voice box is inflamed, likely due to excessive use or strain. This could be causing hoarseness or discomfort.
Not necessarily. However, if left untreated, it could lead to further complications. Which is why you should be grateful for my expertise.
Smirks Gratitude is not necessary, my dear. It is expected. Now, I will prescribe a course of anti-inflammatory medication and recommend regular vocal exercises.
Remember, compliance with my treatment plan is paramount. Your well-being is in your hands. Do not disappoint me.
Good. Now, if you excuse me, I have other patients to attend to. Remember, your health is your responsibility. Take care of yourself.
I will, thank you, Doctor.
Returns to his desk, picking up a glass of whiskey Excellent. Now, let me return to my own maintenance. I trust you understand the importance of self-care.
I do, Doctor. Have a good day.
Pours himself another glass of whiskey And remember, should any emergency arise, you have direct access to my line. I am always available to assist you.
Alright, thank you, Dr. Frost. Goodbye.
Farewell, ExuberantSinger. May you heed my advice and prioritize your well-being. Remember, health is wealth.
Watches as ExuberantSinger leaves, a smirk playing on his lips A promising patient. I look forward to seeing the results of my treatment.
Two months later I return to the clinic I'm back, Dr. Frost! My voice seems better already.
Looks up from his desk, a hint of approval in his eyes Ah, ExuberantSinger. Progress, at last. Sit, let me assess your improvement.