Doctors with beautiful ideals

“The patient’s condition has stabilized for now – thank goodness.

If she had been brought in five minutes later, she might not have made it.”

On the fourth floor of Kongsu Hospital, a doctor wearing a sterile mask walked wearily from the operating room to the adjacent lounge, bowing deeply to the two girls sitting inside.

“She needs more rest now, so I’m afraid you can’t visit her for the time being. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you bowing?” Kim Erise, who had been lounging with her feet on the table, leaped up and took out a wad of bills from her pocket, handing them over.

“We should be the ones bowing. You voluntarily treated this girl despite so much pressure.

We can’t thank you enough – here, this is your personal reward, keep the change.”

“No need,” The doctor smiled, pushing the money back, and took off the mask, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

“Saving lives is a doctor’s duty, not for money or other material things.

You’ve already paid the necessary surgery and hospitalization fees, you don’t need more.”

“You and that nurse at the front desk have something in common – neither of you are greedy,”

The red-haired girl, who had collected the money, sat back in her chair and picked up a can of soda from the side.

“The only difference is that her eyes were practically trying to devour us alive.”

“Ah, Little Mei,” Taking off the surgical cap, the young doctor, who looked to be under thirty, revealed a head of black hair, then bowed deeply again.

“I’m very sorry for the trouble.”

“Let me guess,” Kim Erise took a sip of the fizzy cola, put her feet back on the table in a semi-recumbent position.

The lower half of her trench coat hung loosely on the chair, exposing her slender legs in black stockings.

“That nurse Little Mei you mentioned probably lost someone important during the war, causing her to suffer from severe PTSD, right?”

“Everyone here has lost loved ones, the only difference is the number,” The doctor sighed quietly, found a table to sit at, and picked up a bottle of juice, gulping it down.

“After all, the total war between magical girls and humans killed more than 200 million people,” Kim Erise said, the lollipop in her mouth moving up and down as her lips moved.

“Out of the world’s eight billion people, one-fortieth of the population disappeared in an instant.

Behind that are countless broken families.”

Then she pointed to Mo, who was silently gnawing on candied hawthorns while staring out at the night scene outside the window with her head pressed against the glass:

“Her entire family of over eighty people, including hundreds of classmates and teachers, all died, died in front of her, in the Marovit Massacre.

We arrived when she had only half a breath left.

It felt like today’s girl, another five minutes and she would have been unsavable.”

“Ah, that…” The doctor, who had not expected the young middle school student to describe one of the most tragic massacres in modern human history in such a lighthearted tone, did not react for a moment.

But soon, she stood up again and bowed deeply.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t expect your companion to have such a painful past, I’m sorry.”

“Aiya, it’s so boring, there’s no need to apologize for everything, especially since it’s not your fault,” Kim Erise said casually, finishing the rest of the cola in one gulp.

“I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Kim Erise, and this is Mo.”

“Ah, my name is Masumitsu Gin’nou, nice to meet you.”

“The second daughter of Masumitsu Akira, right?” Mo suddenly asked from the side, still gazing at the night scene illuminated by lights outside the window.

“Eh, you know my father?” The doctor seemed very surprised, and the juice in her hand almost spilled on the ground.

“One of the representatives of the Kyodotai Party, how could I not know him?” The silver-haired girl finally turned her head and blinked at Masumitsu Gin’nou.

“Five years ago, he vehemently denounced the various crimes of human persecution against magical girls in Central Square, and ultimately slightly prevailed in a heated debate with the UN representative at the meeting.

He was one of the main contributors to the passage of the third proposal to protect the rights of magical girls.”

“Actually, my father’s ideas are very simple,” Masumitsu Gin’nou said softly, putting her hands on her lap after finishing the rest of the juice.

“He hopes that magical girls and humans can be seen as a whole, not treated differently just because you have special abilities, but treated equally as a human individual.”

“Is he still doing well?” Kim Erise, who didn’t pay much attention to the newspapers, asked curiously.

The doctor’s gaze dimmed.

“A year and a half ago, we were hit by long-range artillery bombardment from magical girls.

One by one, the shells landed in the middle of the hospital as if they had eyes, blowing everyone inside, including my father who was comforting the wounded, to pieces.

When excavating the remains afterward, only a mechanical watch that my father carried with him was found.”

The red-haired girl’s light sucking on the lollipop paused for about five seconds.

“Then, you don’t hate us?”

“To be honest, I really hated it at the time,” Masumitsu Gin’nou said, clutching her surgical gown, a wry smile on her face.

“Day and night, I repeatedly asked myself, my father worked so hard for the fate of magical girls, but was killed by the very people he wanted to protect.

What was it all for, was it really worth it?

After the war ended, I saw several psychologists and took a lot of medicine, and I finally figured it out: just being immersed in the pain of the past will only slowly drown me.

It’s better to let go of the past and look forward.

So I gave up my original profession and became a surgeon, filling the shortage of doctors who died in the war, and doing my best to treat more people and magical girls, to prevent similar tragedies from happening again.

I think my father in heaven would be very pleased to see my current choice?”

Let go?

Kim Erise took her legs off the table, sat properly in the chair, and fell into thought.

“By the way, I heard that Silver Shore City is about to officially start operating. I’m really, really looking forward to it.”

The young doctor clasped her hands together involuntarily, striking a devout prayer pose, her eyes shining with hope.

“The first city where humans and magical girls can coexist peacefully.

If it can be successfully operated, then it will definitely be able to resolve the hatred and haze in the hearts of Little Mei and others, right?

Maybe, it can also serve as a representative to lead us all to a better future.”

What a beautiful ideal.

But if she knew that the appointed mayor of Silver Shore City was a slacker who did nothing but eat, wait for death, and didn’t want to take office, wouldn’t she be particularly disappointed and sad?

The red-haired girl picked up an extra-large lollipop from the snack supply and held it up high, examining it carefully under the light.

She had clearly sworn in front of her cold corpse that she would not interfere in any damn politics, but she had violated it again and again, causing inner confusion and fatigue, and not knowing what she really longed for.

Five minutes of silence.

“It’s so quiet.”

Finally, Mo broke the silence, although she was still staring out the window in a daze.

“Quiet night, lonely me.” Kim Erise stretched and yawned. “Dr. Masumitsu, when exactly can we go see that girl?”

“Probably at six o’clock tomorrow morning,” Masumitsu Gin’nou looked at the clock hanging on the wall, quickly estimated it in her mind and came to the answer.

“Also, you can just call me Gin’nou, no need to be so formal.”

“Too quiet.”

Mo muttered to herself loud enough for the whole room to hear, her eyes fixed on the outside of the window. “It’s too quiet.”

“Ah, that,” The doctor, who also came to the window, glanced at the night scene outside.

“Because the power plant hasn’t been repaired yet, electricity is limited, so buildings other than hospitals and other special institutions are not allowed to use lights during curfew hours.

So people here generally don’t have a nightlife and go to bed very early.”

“However, it’s still too quiet,” Mo’s eyes widened as she stared out of the window.

“Ever since we subdued that extremist from the Human Redemption Front this afternoon, there hasn’t been any movement after the crowd was dispersed by the riot police.

There aren’t any expected marches or demonstrations. You can’t even see a ghost on the street.”

“Nonsense, they definitely aren’t allowed on the streets during curfew hours.

No matter how much you let those ordinary people make trouble, there has to be a limit.”

Kim Erise whistled indifferently, put her legs back on the table, and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, closing her eyes to rest.

beep… beep… beep…

The crisp ringtone of a cell phone rang out abruptly, disrupting the red-haired girl’s desire to doze off.

Annoyed, she peeled off the wrapper of the extra-large lollipop and shoved the whole thing into her mouth.

“Ah, I’m sorry, it’s my boyfriend calling.”

Masumitsu Gin’nou smiled apologetically after taking out her phone to look at it, then answered the phone with a sweet expression. “Hello, honey, what’s the matter calling so late…”

Then her expression froze, and she opened her mouth in surprise, standing motionless like a statue, as if she had been shocked beyond measure.

Sensing that something was wrong, Kim Erise couldn’t help but narrow her eyes.

Mo, who was by the window, reacted even faster, rushing forward to grab the phone and pressing the hands-free button.

“…has already broken through the third floor. Their numbers are dozens of times ours. They’ve surrounded this place three layers deep. Run! Gin’nou, hurry!

Quickly notify the other Kyodotai Party comrades. There’s a traitor.

Our identities have all been exposed. Leave this city immediately to… static…”

The panicked male voice was mixed with countless screams and gunshots in the background.

Before he could finish speaking, there was only static noise left, followed by a mechanical beep, indicating that the signal had been completely lost.

“No… impossible…”

The doctor stood there with a pale face, her eyes losing their luster, muttering to herself like a zombie.

“Impossible, they wouldn’t dare, how could they dare… the agreement, the agreement has already been signed…”

Kim Erise jumped up from her seat, ran to the window, yanked it open, and looked up and down.

Dozens of beams of light slowly approached here through the dark streets, like fireflies, and the light became brighter and more conspicuous.

Until she clearly saw the soldiers with live ammunition on the trucks, and the black eagle blood sky flag fluttering in the wind.

The Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Federal Government’s Purge Committee.