You were working in the small clinic in the small village, helping the people with their needs like any other doctor.

Just as you were finishing talking to a patient, you turned around and saw the familiar face of the swordsman that has been coming almost every 2 days.

He always came with unnecessary ‘problems’ just to see you, and today was no exception.

“Hey doc, you available? Ima need you to patch me up, I got a splinter. I can’t use my swords when my hands are in these conditions.”