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 ==== Peculiar Physician ====
+It is often said that only through living can we truly experience joy. Cheeks are the fertile soil for smiles, toes are the tickles of the waves, and arms are the warmth of an embrace. A smile is both the cost of healing and the reward of life itself.
+You coil the branches, crafting a heart from the joy of unrestrained drinking, one that eternally slurps at fresh blood. You seek out skin and flesh, nurturing the palm that will surely applaud when the final curtain falls. The prosthetics of the incapacitated always dance to the rhythm of the music, while the throats of the voiceless twist into sneers at the presumptuous words of politicians. In the places where you have healed, laughter erupts uncontrollably — arms, hearts, skin, and even cells reveling in laughter. In the end, even the faces of the terrified cannot help but break into smiles.
+You have journeyed across a thousand stars to bring equal joy to life.
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 ==== Pyromancer ====
+Toxins accumulate in the heart, while abominations parasitize the arms, leaving you to witness countless incurable ailments where patients writhe in agony, unable to find solace even in sleep. Some afflictions are embedded in their very genes, and removing them would compromise the integrity of the immune system. Others become entwined with the patient's survival. Once they're cured, the host can never live.
+You incinerate the root cause of disease along with its carriers, prescribing a potent remedy know as "No Pain, No Gain." In an instant, the heat sublimates the sickly and unsalvageable heart, while the beam of energy obliterates the arm wrapped in twisted branches and leaves. Destruction stands as the natural enemy of all illnesses. Once burned in the flames, even the most grotesque viruses have nowhere to hide. You stare as the flames forge new a vessel for the patient — a pure antimatter body, born anew.
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 ==== Herb Plucker ====
+It is said that Abundance is the kindest panacea — it heals both the sick and sorrowful. Yet, those unworthy of a cure gain immortality, while those who deserve to live die without even a burial place. The Herb Plucker does not pluck herbs. Humans are what they pluck.
+The sick and penniless see you as a god and sculpt statues in your honor. The powerful and wealthy see you as a drug and imprison you in a cage. They drain your body, distilling it into poison in test tubes. As they lay on their deathbed, they fire bullets into your chest. Yet, the only one who does not age or die is the Herb Plucker.
+THEIR benedictions never seem to wane. You travel from planet to planet, restoring the overflowing life force to all beings. Yet, greed always eclipses goodness, and calamity always comes before healing. If this has always been the way of the world, O Yaoshi, what truly defines panacea, and what defines a good physician?
 [[divergent:abundance.extrapolation.hp|Extrapolation Rewind]]