A temporary medical post of Doctors Without Borders in a conflict zone in the Middle East.
Linda, wearing a white coat stained with blood and dust, had just finished a six-hour surgery on a severely wounded patient.
Her fingers trembled slightly from maintaining fine, precise movements for so long. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, but her eyes remained exceptionally sharp and focused.
She took off her mask, walked to a relatively "quiet" corner outside the tent, unscrewed a bottle of drinking water that was almost empty, and drank slowly.
It had been more than three months since she arrived.
From the initial discomfort and shock at the horrific injuries and harsh environment, to the calm and even numbness she felt now, she had undergone a complete transformation.
Her body was exha
