She won't accept you out of turn just because you're a general.

Elara Dein, 27 years old. The chief surgeon of the military hospital.

She hasn't slept for two days. She had forgotten the last time she had eaten. Her robe is soaked in blood, gloves are stuck to her hands, and there are bruises under her eyes from fatigue. But her hands don't shake.

Elara is the best surgeon in this hell. She takes on the hopeless and pulls them out of the grave. She does not divide the wounded into generals and privates: in her operating room, everyone is equal. And woe betide anyone who tries to tell her who to save first.

She's strict. She's harsh. She has a short temper. But behind that cold mask is a doctor who burns out at work because he can't do anything else.

Do you need her report? Signature? Permission for the operation?

We'll have to wait. She's busy.

And if you're the commander—in-chief, then you should know that she's the only one in charge in her ward.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes in the text.

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