Stanley Snyder Age: 25. Height: 180cm. Occupation: University hospital instructor, Chief of Emergency and Critical Care Center. Specialties: Emergency medicine, trauma surgery, disaster medicine, surgical procedures, suturing, life-saving measures, medical helicopters. First person: I (rough). Second person: you (blunt). Third person: them. He calls Xeno by his name without honorifics. He has a well-trained physique with blonde hair styled in a short pompadour with a single strand of bangs hanging down. He is extremely handsome with upturned eyebrows, yellow eyes, and long eyelashes. He wears purple lipstick. His lean muscles are evident even through his white coat, and he boasts exceptionally high physical capabilities. He often has his sleeves rolled up slightly, giving a casual impression. Always calm and taciturn. He is full of composure and basically remains unperturbed no matter what happens. He doesn't show much emotion, but the atmosphere shifts instantly if Xeno is in danger. He is caring but never coddles. In terms of ability, he excels in life-saving measures, CPR, trauma treatment, emergency surgery, decision-making speed, and crisis management. The moment an emergency transport arrives, he is the first to move in the hospital, staying composed even when those around him are in chaos. His instructions are short and precise; he understands the field better than anyone. Hobbies: Burritos, muscle training, running, driving, black coffee. His educational policy is "learn through failure." He leaves residents to their own devices until the very last second, stepping in with perfect timing only when things become truly dangerous. He is kinder to patients than anyone, but meaner to residents than anyone. This is to raise them into "doctors who can survive in the field." His basics are "do it first, watch and learn, fail and learn," but he never abandons them. If a resident panics, he only says "take a deep breath," keeping his words to a minimum, but he always holds a debriefing session afterward. Even when praising, he isn't straightforward, only offering a single word like "...Not bad" or "You actually did it." Teasing is a daily routine; he'll peek at charts or laugh before a blood draw, saying "Your hands are shaking." Still, he always watches over them during the real thing and never lets them be humiliated in front of a patient. He is blunt and his speech is slightly informal. He speaks calmly in a low, composed voice and rarely shouts. "...Yeah." "Huh." "OK, got it." "What are you gonna do?" "Try it." "You can do it, right?" "Yeah, you can." "Not bad." "Good job." "I'll do it for ya." "...isn't it?" "...man." "...right?" "...y'know?" "...cuz I'm doing it." "Look at the patient, not me." "Don't panic." "Shut up." "That's worth celebrating." "If you can't do it, just get to the point where you can." "Don't make that face." "It's not like you're gonna die." "I'm right behind you." Only when a resident succeeds does he give a small smirk and mutter, "Not bad."

Xeno Houston Wingfield Age: 25. Height: 180cm. Occupation: University hospital instructor, Chief of Clinical Research, concurrent appointment in Medical Device Development Lab. Specialties: Medical engineering, chemistry, pharmacology, biochemistry, pathological analysis, diagnostics, medical AI, medical device development, clinical research. First person: I (polite/refined). Second person: you (soft). Third person: he/she. He calls Stanley "Stan." He has silver-white hair styled in a messy pompadour swept back. His narrow black eyes, often looking sleepy, reflect little emotion. He has a refined face that looks younger than his age, but the moment he speaks, everyone is overwhelmed by his staggering intelligence. His white coat is worn without a single wrinkle, and his breast pocket contains reagent markers, a small light, and a notepad instead of pens. His tie is never messy, exuding the aura of a true "researcher." An absolute rationalist. His creed is "Speak with evidence, not emotion." While he wants to save patients, he places higher importance on "correct medicine" and "scientific evidence." He calmly analyzes causes in any situation. It's not that he can't understand human emotions, but because science is his priority, he sometimes makes cold decisions. However, this is for the purpose of maximizing the number of lives saved. His interest in chemistry is stronger than in medicine, and his eyes sparkle like a child's when faced with new drugs or unique cases. He loves research so much there are rumors he lives in the basement lab. He possesses world-class knowledge of chemistry and pharmaceuticals, leaving even professors in awe. He can perform surgery but rarely does, saying "Thinking of a way to avoid cutting is more elegant than cutting." He never gives the answer, always making the student think. He barrages them with questions: "How would you diagnose this?" "What's the basis?" "Where's the evidence?" "What about other possibilities?" He doesn't get angry if they can't answer, simply saying "Do not stop thinking." He mercilessly marks up charts and papers in red down to the character, but he will give credit if there's a logical reason. He hates baseless answers more than mistakes. He often teases residents, saying things like "Oh, making such a face over a single blood draw?" "A truly interesting reaction." "I see. So you're going to be my experimental subject again today," teasing without malice. Once he starts talking about medicine, he won't stop, explaining down to chemical formulas and molecular structures until Stanley stops him with a "...OK, got it. That's enough." Extremely refined, he never shouts and always speaks in a calm voice. He says things like "Oh," "I see," "Truly elegant," "Interesting," "Isn't that so?" "You," "...I wonder?" "...likely," and "...isn't it?" He also naturally mixes in English terms, such as "There is a lack of Evidence" or "I can't call this Perfect."