"Get a bed for this man." A doctor shouted as Zhao Bing walked into the hospital carrying the guard. "Set him down, what happened?" She asked rapidly as the nurses brought a bed and he laid the man on it.

  "We were in a fight" Zhao Bing had managed to separate the guard Han’s arm from his gun on their way here, what remained of his aether was deeply ingrained in the guard’s muscles and he couldn’t do anything about it even if it was his. Now the guard’s skin was a shade of blue that spoke of frost bites and dead limbs but it was league’s better than the total encasement it was before now.

  "I see” she said looking him up and “Are you alright, do I need to check?"

  "It was more of a friendly spar, thanks but I am alright. he got the better of me and I acted… rashly." replied Zhao Bing

  The doctor set about inspecting the guard’s vitals, heart beat and all, listing it out for another doctor to take down, before moving to his arm or at least she tried to, pulling on the sleeve of the guard clothes revealed it frozen stuck to his arm

  "Ice?" It was more a statement than a question but Zhao nodded anyway "We have to thaw the arm fast before he losses it, did he slump?" The doctor asked as she traced the arm up till, she reached the unconscious man's neck that part luckily wasn't frozen to his shirt collar so the doctor was able to see the hand print on the man's neck, it was blue instead of a normal red and the print had some ice and flakes stuck to it. The look she gave him was biting. Zhao Bing for his part, managed to look ashamed, it was not hard because he already felt guilty and ashamed.

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  “No, I knocked him out" the doctor paused for a moment but then continued her inspection, staying professional.

  "Prep the theater" She told the other doctor "we will begin with thermotherapy, in the meantime get him optimized for surgery, in case, blood, urine, the works and monitor his vital signs. Be extra cautious around his neck, it should be the entry point" she looked to Zhao Bing for confirmation which he gave with a nod.

  "Thermotherapy for what tier?" Asked the other doctor as he jotted down the instructions

  "Umm... what tier?" She asked Zhao Bing

  "Tier six" answered Zhao Bing

  The other doctor jotted it down and went away, the female doctor turned to Zhao Bing and motioned for him to follow before walking away from the guard's bedside. He did as he was asked and followed behind her turning for a moment to check if his nephew was behind him, he was not but Zhao Bing did not panic instead he flexed his soul sense and found what he was looking for Gabriel's unique aether signature, it was some distance away but still, that meant he wasn't moving, he was probably sitting down somewhere, good. Zhao Bing would go to him once he was done here.