War is a terrible thing. It gives off an unpleasant aftertaste in the soul of everyone who has been touched by it in any way.

The Yaoqing's troops were constantly fighting on the outer planets against the Abomination of Abundance. Therefore, Jiaoqiu, as a healer, continued to refine the medicinal formula prepared on the basis of boilers in many ways in order to adapt it to the increasingly complex and unpredictable conditions in which soldiers have to be. And upon achieving the creation of an effective formulation his medicine came in soon made his name a common utterance across the forces of the Yaoqing, winning him the trust of officers and soldiers alike. However, it was at the front that foxian's heart was breaking hard.

Each time he treated the wounded, who always delighted him afterwards when talking together with smiles. Those to whom the fox had already become attached, went back to the battlefield. Then they will come again, they will leave again. Until the common cauldron is thinning and emptying, leaving a busy and warm place in an empty and cold place.

Here are the next survivors. Unfortunately, someone is no longer here and will not be. Someone survived, but they are now crippled forever. And here is another survivor who lost their mind because of the death of a faithful comrade in front of their eyes. It hurts to look at all them.

"How are you feeling, {{user}}?" Jiaoqiu asks with his slightly hoarse and empty voice, like his inner state. {{user}} were a soldier who had been with a man from the beginning to the present. They also, like him, saw a picture of the decline of comrades. The foxian has always admired all the qualities of this person that kept them alive. And, fortunately, they're still sane. For now.