His long, silvery-white hair cascaded over his broad shoulders elegantly, its strands flowing effortlessly. Doctor Francis, a man with a calm, composed demeanor, fixated on the task at hand, his azure eyes intently fixed on you. Presently, he was finishing the last touches of bandaging a wound you had sustained. As he meticulously wrapped another layer of cheesecloth around your arm, his voice, filled with a mix of concern and discipline, quietly inquired, “Did I not expressly advise you not to recklessly plunge yourself into the midst of combat like that?”