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VOL. A day in the Chaldean Medical Department (Part 1)

Dr. Charles wears that distinctive crow-like beak mask and always stands hunched over, giving people a sense of decadence. Today, he arrived at the Chaldean Medical Department early as always.

This was originally a very lively place because this was the area that Romani was responsible for, and he was the head of the medical department.

What kind of leader there is, what kind of atmosphere there will be. With strict leadership, the people under him will be serious, at least on the surface. On the other hand, a leader like Romani, who is kind and has no authority, will have a group of people.

Happy subordinates.

Charles is the least fun-loving of the bunch.

Therefore, when everyone in Chaldea gathered together at the beginning, he hated the lively atmosphere and did not go there. He sat alone on the experimental table, studying various bottles and jars, and configuring his mind.

New ideas for potions.

He never told anyone that his hope was to one day prepare the legendary "resurrection elixir". According to legend, the famous Greek doctor Asclepius created a secret elixir that could bring people back to life, because

People can't die, so they don't go back to the underworld. As a result, the god of the underworld quit, and the resurrection medicine has not been passed down to this day.

If it's magic or something like that, then the older it is, the more mysterious it is, and the stronger it is. However, medicine is different. The further you go, the more accumulated knowledge you get. There is no magic potion that the ancients could do.

The truth cannot be accomplished by itself.

Charles studied this thing with all his heart, and happened to avoid the disaster.

By the way, it was because he occupied the infirmary that day to conduct experiments that Romani had to hide in Fujimaru Ritsuka's room to fish in troubled waters, otherwise he would definitely have stayed in the infirmary.

It was the same today. He was taciturn. Or rather, he couldn't say anything because his throat was injured. He was doing research without saying a word today.

Wendy is his adopted child. It's a bit subtle to say that they are children. Their relationship is neither like father and daughter, nor like relatives, nor like master and apprentice. They are just little followers who have nothing to do with each other, but they still have...

A little warmth is really hard to define.

Once Charles started making the potion, he would become extremely focused and would not listen to anyone's words. Wendy yawned slightly and sat on the bed beside her to watch him adjust the potion. After adjusting it a few times, she became indifferent.

It’s tasteless. Children are playful by nature. When Chaldea was still lively, the Chaldean employees who came here to get medicine would tease her, just like playing with a cat, until she became bored.

But now...

Wendy held her big head with both hands and looked around, but didn't find anything interesting. Then she saw Yae Niijima holding a mobile phone in his hand, with earphones in his ears, and he was reading something.

That was the modern equipment that Mr. Munir had brought before and distributed to the followers.

It seems to say that if anything happens, you can use this to contact me.

I don’t know where he collected so many old models of mobile phones.

Wendy climbed some distance from the bed, reached the edge of the bed, looked at the other bed where Niijima Yae was sitting, and measured the distance between the two beds. In the girl's heart, this place suddenly became a place with a sense of mission.

In the eyes of the little girl, this place seems not to be a bed, but a cliff.

The distance between the two beds is not just a floor, but an abyss.

The little girl swallowed her saliva, encouraged herself, and was about to jump over. Then she thought about it, she was still wearing shoes, and it would be bad if she stepped on the sheets. Thinking of this, she took off her shoes, and she looked like a kitten.

He curled up on the bed, then fluttered and fell onto the other bed with a thud - yes! How far can the distance between the two beds be? It's just a child's playfulness.

Now that it was over, a sudden noise from behind made Yae Niijima shrink his head and turn his head quickly, looking like a frightened cat.

"What, Wendy?"

Niijima Yae breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the source of the sound.

"Forget it on weekdays. Don't bother like this when there are patients. The infirmary must provide patients with a quiet environment."

"Know it!"

Wendy responded energetically, Niijima Yae smiled slightly, and focused on his mobile phone again.

Wendy lay down behind her curiously, poked her head out from her white coat that smelled of disinfectant, stretched over her shoulder to look at the thing in her hand.

That's a TV show.

A beautiful scene was being played, in which a girl was climbing on a tree to read, and the camera just showed her side face. Niijima Yae noticed Wendy's interest and simply paused.

"Look at this."

She poked the side face of the girl in the camera with her slender fingers, and accidentally pressed pause. The screen moved, and she hurriedly paused it again.

"Look at her. Follow me."

She pointed at herself again.

"I'm more beautiful, right?"

She asked without utilitarianism.

Most people who ask this kind of question are overconfident and cannot see the facts clearly. However, Niijima Yae does have something to be proud of because she is indeed more beautiful than the girl in the camera.

It was a delicate appearance that no words could fully describe.

Wendy made a comparison, and compared the two of them carefully with her big eyes for a while, then she hugged Niijima Yae's neck and said, "Ye is prettier!"

"Yeah, I knew that."

She smiled and rubbed Wendy's cheek.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the sweet smell of young girls that writers are talking about, only the smell of disinfectant water unique to medical workers and the smell of saltpeter left by years of dealing with muskets.

"What is that?"

"It's me too."

Niijima Yae explained to her and laughed again.

It seems that she likes children very much. Although she is very businesslike with everyone else, she can always laugh when facing Wendy.

The TV series she watched was a TV series with Yae Niijima as the protagonist, describing her legendary life.

In other words, she is reading the stories others made about her.

What she couldn't accept the most was that this woman who didn't look much like her was also called Yae...

Moreover, later generations must have adapted their own stories through various legends. This sense of paradox made Niijima Yae indescribably awkward.

But I was very curious about what the descendants had to say about me. I was very angry and had to read on.

"Is this a TV series with Yae as the protagonist?"

"Hmm...how to explain it."

There was a troubled expression on her face. Although there is modern common sense, it is difficult to explain such a difficult thing! Just when she was worried, the door of the infirmary was pushed open.

With a scholar's elegant smile, the alchemist Paracelsus dressed in white burst in proudly holding a potion.

Thanking him in his heart for his intrusion to free him from this problem, Niijima Yae asked:

"Paracelsus, what are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth and unknowingly turned into a sentence that was cold and slightly excommunicating.


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