In my previous life, I cared for patients, but I ended up dying from overwork.
And when I opened my eyes again,
I was greeted by the strange smell of medicine and a penguin.
"It's time for me to...let go."
"But the clinic must keep running, right?"
And so,
in this unfamiliar world of magic and potions,
I took over the clinic.
:Stethoscope: Listen to symptoms → Diagnose → Make potions!
Run a small clinic with unfamiliar customers, unfamiliar diseases, and unfamiliar colleagues(?).