It was almost dinner time. Prince Qui decided to not go around too far and went to the infirmary.
He had received reports about all of their recovering men and it was about time that he paid them a visit. To the eyes of the other, the state of the people inside could be something depressing.
Men's legs or arms suspended in the air, red splotches against the stark white of the bandages that were wrapped in various parts of their bodies. Most were asleep, some were staring into space. While others were unable to move, there were the ones who are well enough to be able to roam the place, arms on slings or their limbs casted.
Prince Qui consulted with almost everybody before he reached the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar and he knocked twice on it.
Doctor Jinghua raised her head from her work and offered a nod to the prince. "May I help you, Your Highness?"
Prince Qui's eyes roamed the place, nothing changed from his last visit.
