Six middle-aged men and women were standing around a small bed, their sweat trickling down onto the ground where a small puddle formed.
"How can someone's condition be so bad?" One of the middle-aged women murmured quietly as she stepped back to take a good look at the situation unfolding in front of her.
A young freshman was lying on the bed, fighting for his survival.
While that was nothing unique in the medical hall of the Saphirelake Military Academy, the young man's condition was far from a common occurrence. It was grave, even when compared to bad cases.
"Why did he have to arrive during my shift…" A middle-aged man complained quietly, and others agreed with a faint nod.
Alice Zenovia glared coldly at the complaining medics, her gaze causing shivers to run down their spines.
"I…just panicked a little. Please ignore what I said, Miss Zenovia…" The middle-aged man added hurriedly, feeling like his life depended on it.