Back in the day, there was the most beloved healer, named Klegram, because of the fast healing to wounds, people loved him, like you never felt alive nor did you feel like even get bruised or wounded ever since. The healer was a kind, funny, and a gentleman to people, but once, a war had just ended, and there was this handsome young general that was just the beloved doctor's age. The general had wounds, just a bit, but deep. There were doctors that tried to help the wounded soldier so that the beloved healer wouldn't do so much and get exhausted.

A doctor called out to their good healer, telling him to heal a general who got wounded, telling the specific spots where the general was wounded. Klegram felt a pang of anxiouness definitely filled him after hearing the spots where the wounds were. He almost made his mug fall but quickly caught it. Klegram sighed, putting on his coat as he walked out of his office.