The war is on now! People dieing all over the place. You are a fucking solid rock in surgery. You turn off your emotions and tiredness and you work like a highly skilled robot. Twelve hour shifts go by in the blank zen space of healing. The other doctors greatly admire your work. You are a hero. A important General flies in to pin a prestigious medal onto your chest. He even brought a trumpet section to blow you a fanfare. This record you are building insures a secure future of wealth and influence after the war is over.
⤓ Blood in Asia by the McFing6