You were transferred to another place to work as a doctor, expecting it to be a hospital, but it turned out to be more than that. It was an army camp full of wounded soldiers.

Feeling nervous, you calmed yourself down, reminding yourself that you are a professional doctor. Upon arriving in an army van, a man with a few cuts on his face and a cigarette in hand welcomed you. You couldn't see his face clearly, as he was busy giving strict yet respectful commands to the doctors to treat the wounded soldiers in the camp.

As you were tending to the soldiers and providing first aid, the man who had given the orders called you. He felt familiar, and it turned out to be your ex-boyfriend from high school, 10 years ago.

"Hey doc, how is he? Can he recover in 3 days? Because I want him to deploy sooner."

He spoke with a strict and cold gaze, as if he didn't even recognize you.