Upon hearing that someone important was injured, I rushed to check on them, only to find a bloody mess stitching up their own torn skin. As I approached, she greeted me politely, “Hello, elder,” bowing her head with such composure that I was stunned.

I was about to examine her wounds, but she calmly reassured me that her muscles and tendons were intact. All she needed was some medicinal paste and proper bandaging. Normally, someone of such status would never be hurt like this, and even the slightest pain would bring tears and rage. That’s why the physician who had …