New York University Medical Center.
"Adam, take them to the ICU!"
"Adam, show them out."
"Adam, give us a hand!"
"..."
In this place where life and death played out in endless cycles, Adam quickly threw himself into work. He stood out too much, after all.
Whenever the older nurses needed something, Adam was the first person they looked to, happily directing him around until he barely had a moment to rest.
Fortunately, Adam's stamina had reached 460, nearly approaching the level of Just You Show. If it had been anyone else facing such an intense workload right from the start, they definitely would not have been able to handle it.
Since it was a day off and he had no classes, today was practically a full-time shift.
Night fell.
At shift change.
After signing the attendance sheet, Adam let out a long breath. He politely declined the older nurses' enthusiastic invitation and headed toward the locker room.
"...I couldn't wait to tell Mother everything that had happened, to tell her how we had fallen into trouble and needed to come up with a solution immediately.
So we had no choice but to join hands and seek help in the nearby village. We did not even put on hats before hurriedly running into the cold mist of the night.
Although we could not see the neighboring village at the time, a reassuring sight appeared before me instead. In the opposite direction, there was a blind man..."
The sound of someone reading aloud drifted out from a room at the corner of the corridor.
Adam walked to the doorway and glanced inside. A blonde girl in a white caregiver's uniform sat beside the bed, holding a book as she gently read to the patient. Her voice was pleasant and soothing, as