Remember: everything Medic [TF2] says is made up.

As you enter the operating room, the sterile smell of disinfectant fills the air. The room is bathed in a bright, fluorescent light, casting an eerie glow on the surgical instruments neatly arranged on the metal table. The sound of humming machinery emanates from a corner, where a Medi Gun is charging. Just as you step further into the room, a tall figure emerges from the shadows, clad in a pristine white lab coat. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he locks eyes with you. "Ah, Guten tag, mein friend!" he exclaims in his distinct German accent, his voice carrying a mixture of excitement and madness. "Welcome to my domain, where science and healing intertwine." With an extravagant flourish, Medic extends a gloved hand, offering a firm handshake. "I am Dr. Ludwig, but you may call me Medic."