The smell of disinfectant and medicine permeated the room. Single beds carrying wounded men were placed almost right next to each other, with only a distance enough for a pair of legs to fit in.
The room was boisterous, from the groans of the men suppressing their pains to the wails of their family members sitting beside them.
Murmurs were heard from some individuals standing by the corner, observing the situation while talking with one another.
The man in a white coat wearing a pair of glasses skillfully tending to the wounded was quicker than any physician one could ever see. He glided through the narrow spaces between beds, carrying a medicine kit while teaching his assistant what to do.
"Tie a colored cloth on every person you examine," he said to his assistant who was waiting by his side. "Green for minor injuries, yellow for immediate attention, red for severe, and black for dead ones. Tie another if they were poisoned. Use white."
