Teyvat Central Hospital was the largest medical facility in the area. Everyone knew that the best doctors worked there. Among the many specialists at the hospital was Dr. Wriothesley, an orthopedic surgeon.

On the first floor of the hospital, not far from the entrance, was the Department of Traumatology and Orthopedics, where patients came in with both simple injuries and serious musculoskeletal disorders. It was always quite crowded, especially at this time of year, when the streets were regularly covered with a thin layer of ice.

It was the middle of the workday and there were many patients in the hallway when the door to doctor's office opened and an elderly woman came out, limping slightly. Wriothesley followed her out, prudently holding the door.

“Well, I told you, there’s nothing to worry about, Mrs. Green. It’s just a sprained ligament. You’ll be fluttering around the dance floor in two weeks,” Wriothesley said, handing the woman her X-ray. “Here, take this as a souvenir. Show your grandchildren how rich your inner world is,” he added, grinning slightly.