"Do you know how doctors of other races battle illness?"
"They don't have healing abilities like we do. To cure a disease, they must gain a deep understanding of its cause. They stay with their patients, risking infection to record symptoms and trace the disease's origin."
"They must find a cure and eliminate the endlessly replicating pathogens. They use their mortal bodies to stand against the tide of a spreading plague, racing against time."
The Administrator raised his left hand, looking at the symptoms spreading across it.
"But us? With just a simple wave of our hands, all illnesses are cured. Nothing else is needed."
"But even with such power, we still hide on the Hua Sheng Islands, filled with unspent compassion, waiting for one lost patient after another to arrive. Then, with a superior air, we cure diseases that seem incurable to them, basking in their adoration."
