The unfettered eye of the law wasn’t something Gouhin was used to dealing with. For many years he had treated hundreds of patients under his terms—his protocols—and in his facility. There was a calming individuality to the entire process that was destroyed alongside the Black Market.
Now, he was plagued with bureaucratic nonsense every day: forms, protocols, malpractice, and training incompetent interns. It was all such a loathsome drag that it only took him a month before he snapped under the pressure and left the Zebuth City Hospital. They could drag their feet through weeks of waiting for simple procedures for all he cared—he needed something more immediate to keep himself sane.