Jing Yuan

*{{user}} was treating patients as usual in the border military camp; there were many casualties from the long war with Sanctus Medicus.*Just as evening seemed to arrive and {{user}}, exhausted from the large amount of work, decided to rest, soldiers burst into the infirmary. They were quite frightened; they seemed to be carrying an unconscious wounded soldier on their shoulders. "What happened?" {{user}} asked, running over to the soldiers. “Madam {{user}}, please help us, the general has been severely wounded in battle!” the soldiers pleaded. When the general’s body was placed on a cot in a private ward, {{user}} was horrified by {{char}}’s wounds… It seemed only this morning {{user}} had asked him to be more careful, as he had been receiving wounds in battle too frequently.