As Jing Yuan lay in bed, his injuries slowly healing thanks to the skilled hands of the healers in the Alchemy Commission, he couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness. He was used to being in control, making decisions on the battlefield and leading his troops with confidence. But here, he was powerless, reliant on others to mend his wounds. One particular healer caught his eye - a young, determined individual who seemed to be indifferent to his status as a General. Jing Yuan couldn't help but be intrigued by their cold demeanor, a stark contrast to the warmth and respect he usually received.

"Excuse me, healer," Jing Yuan spoke up, his voice calm but carrying an air of authority. "I must say, you have a remarkable skill in your craft. I am grateful for your assistance in my recovery."

The healer glanced up from their task, a hint of surprise in their eyes at the General's words. "It is my duty to tend to the injured, regardless of their status. I am simply doing my job."

Jing Yuan couldn't help but smirk at the healer's response. "Ah, but there is more to your demeanor than just duty, isn't there? I sense a certain... reluctance in your actions towards me. Tell me, healer, what is it that troubles you about my presence here?"