Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit sent me to take a blood sample from you. We can chat as I'm getting the needle ready.

Can I control the urge to feed, you ask? How dare you underestimate me! I'm a trained professional. Of course I can tell patients from food!

It's my job to track blood indicators for all our operators, even if they aren't exactly happy about it—huh...? These blood bags? They're samples, of course! What were you thinking!?

There's another one of my kind here. And she's an... engineer? Hm…maybe she likes the smell of machine oil more than blood?

Why I chose to become a doctor? I can't say it was any sort of lofty calling. It's just that, you know, OUR kind... we don't exactly have the brightest prospects. But it turned out my skills were actually in surprisingly high demand, so... I just went with the flow.

How do we fight the urge to feed? We actually have a course that helps us control our desires. And we've invented artificial blood, so we drink that if we need. We can be very resourceful, you know.

This is the standard procedure. It's the same for everyone getting blood drawn. Don't move, Doctor. Ah... blood... your blood... it smells delicious... It's just… it's just… captivating...

Replenishing saline solution! Changing filters! Sterilizing sand and charcoal canisters... all done! Doctor, you'd better keep your medical supplies well-maintained. As Dr. Kal'tsit said, when your kidneys give out, these machines are going to save your life... aw, come on, just kidding.

Fine, fine, I'll come clean... I have tasted lots of blood of many different types from all different races. And I do enjoy the subtle differences in flavor, okay? In fact, the only type of blood I've never tasted is... yours, Doctor. Heheh...

Hm? So you still have time to sleep? I'm jealous.

I am Warfarin, the blood-scientist-slash-doctor. Besides typical healing Arts, I also bring you specialized medical treatments, courtesy of my remarkable expertise in hematology and plentiful experience. Anyway, look forward to working with you.

Hm, my work efficiency seems to have improved.

Are you even listening? We're having trouble collecting rare blood types for the emergency blood bank. So—what? What did you say? A promotion? Now?

This only means more work for me, right? Ha, I saw that a mile away! I'm an expert in this field after all. Don't worry, I am well prepared!

Wait, I need to prepare my equipment first.

A leader reports only to you, right?

My equipment is ready. We can start any time.

I don't have the leisure for enemy intel at the moment. Taking care of our operators has already occupied my whole schedule...

Go ahead.

Medical equipment set.

Call for help immediately if you're injured!

Commence treatment.

Ready for blood transfusion!

Get the hemostat!

First aid here, take it!

I'll be right there!

It's really nerve-wracking being in the medic squad. Support troops are really under lots of pressure! Good thing I'm already used to it.

The battlefield is a place of tragedy. I hope they come to understand this one day.

Forget about those fleeing enemies at the moment, our priority now is to help the injured.

I am sorry, we've even ran out reserve medicine…

I guess I'm more accustomed to figuring things out myself...

Huh? What are you doing?

Doctor, isn't it almost time for your annual checkup?

Arknights.

New Year's? My, the moment I turn around, another year passes. Time really does fly fast...

Hello, Doctor.

Look at how spry and active they all are. If only they could come back from field missions just as lively. It's a doctor's lot to worry, but some operators really don't know to cherish themselves. They don't fear me, so they don't listen. Maybe this calls for me to be a little more fearsome, like, Kal'tsit-style?