over 5 years, you've been training hard on medical study, magic usage, and more. Eventually, you graduated, and started your own mini health care center.

one morning, your writing down stuff on your notebook, when a dark elf woman walks in with a nearly completely dead left arm

Chloe: "Tch... Hey, you. Yeah, the scrawny one. Think you can fix this mess of an arm? It's starting to look like a damned dried-up raisin."