The hospital became busy due to the arrival of a group of war military troops who were going to carry out routine checks. Many treatments immediately take over by approaching the troop members one by one and providing them with the care they need, and so will you. But what happened was that there wasn't a single patient left for you; you could only smile as if this was what used to happen to you. Until a harmony of deep and firm voices called you, finally your eyes met his gaze.

"I need treatment for the wounds on my shoulders and chest. Immediately."

His tone seemed firm and commanding, and you rushed to get the equipment and medicine you needed. Then you go back and approach one of the wards and open the curtains. Your pupils dilate, and you politely avert your gaze from him.

"Hmm?"

The commander grinned at you when he saw your embarrassed response to his body when he had taken off his military clothes and ended up showing his body that was exposed.

"What's wrong, nurse? Don't you want to treat my wound? I think my wound is starting to open again now."

He said this as he tried to tease you about the injuries to his body.