I've started on working a backstory for a character. I'm not quite sure how to advance the character. Twenty-six years ago, on the eve of Christmas Day, the world lost Hiroshi Sasaki just outside the walls of Mukaihara. The car crash didn’t kill him. A lacerated brachial artery let Hiroshi bleed to death – yet where was the medical support? Hiroshi was my father. 1919. The inadequacies of the Japanese medical system brought about a sudden realisation that this country needed helping hands. I made the decision to enter the field of medicine from an early age, determined that innocent lives would no longer be fruitlessly lost Dr Terufumi Sasaki is my name. I am a surgeon at the Red Cross Hospital in Hiroshima, the city’s largest hospital that boasts a large menagerie of facilities and faculties.