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The monochromatic, grey walled corridors of the military hospital, were clinking with silence and ticking clocks. It was twenty past three, in the middle of the night; which meant it was slow and quiet hours around the upper floors of the building where all the patients were sleeping in their rooms, the on call doctors were sitting silently inside their clinics, even though supposedly waiting for an emergency case but wishing that there is no emergency or need for their help. Over, at the seventh floor of the building, a tall man, embodied entirely in scrubs, head to toe, wearing soft croc shoe in his feet as he walked through the length of the silent corridor, his head wrapped with the surgical cap, his face hidden underneath the surgical mask, while his hands covered with the white lat