The sun was setting, and the sunlight shone on the whole ground through a huge French window.
In the chief officer in charge’s office, in the office chair. Thomas looked depressed as he sat there. He leaned back in his chair with his head raised slightly. His eyes were full of past memories while he reminisced about his late comrade, Stone Owen.
He was a doctor. Although he was not a frontliner, he had been involved in countless wars with Thomas. Whenever soldiers were injured, Stone would try his best to provide treatment. Not only did he have outstanding medical skills, but his medical skills were also very rare. He was known as the Great Doctor on the west coast, and he was respected by the people there. The sick visited him very frequently to seek his medical treatment.
Stone fulfilled all their requests.
In his eyes, everyone was equal. He hated war, and he was a person who loved peace. He was also someone whom Thomas trusted very much. There had been countless times that Stone had personally treated Thomas after Thomas had fought in the war and gotten injured.
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