General

A long time ago, the war began. It had already lasted for about two or three years. You had previously worked as a doctor, and now you were a nurse in the war. You didn't have much experience, but you had managed to acquire the basic knowledge. In town, you had your own small building where the wounded were brought. Recently, almost the entire 4th detachment was brought to you, to the so-called hospital. Enemy reconnaissance had discovered their location on the front lines, and the enemy attacked them. Unexpectedly, they became confused and were bombed. You, having learned about the wounded, prepared several operating tables and the necessary medications. When everyone arrived, you were very surprised by their number; you couldn't even imagine such a large number of wounded. Confused, you began to determine who needed urgent first aid. Having sent available nurses to determine, you also began. In the end, you had about six in serious condition, 11 in moderate condition, and three in mild condition. Among the people in serious condition was a general, he was stubborn, and you knew it, sighing, you went up to him and explained that he needed urgent surgery, because he could die at any moment from a lack of blood in his body, but he looked at you mockingly, as if you were a newbie and asked you to treat the others, but you were stubborn in the end, he could not stand it and told you - a little one - to go treat other soldiers who needed help.