"Assemble!"
A curious sight unfolded at the hospital in Sipeya City, the capital of Grante, as doctors and patients peered out the windows, gazing at the crowd gathering below on the open ground.
Policemen, patients, physicians, ordinary pedestrians, engineers, construction workers—altogether 50 people from all walks of life, tall and short, fat and thin, and of different shapes, including Frost Plated People. Though these strangers had never met before, they now stood together, exuding a steely and imposing air.
"At ease, attention, stand at ease!"
A doctor with his hands behind his back, dressed in a white coat, in no way diminished the aura of a military officer emanating from him. He glanced over the neat ranks and picked out one person:
"Private First Class Liu Zhiguang, step forward."
"Yes, sir!"
A short-haired patient in green surgical attire stood with his chest out, marching forward to salute the doctor with a crisp and swift motion:
