Having promised the Jujutsu Higher-Ups she would join the Medical Group, Miwa Chisei threw herself into work.
Many Jujutsu Sorcerers had been gravely injured in the incident, and all those classified as having "fatal injuries" were sent to Miwa Chisei's operating room.
Unlike Shoko Ieiri, Miwa Chisei had no other medical knowledge. Fatal injuries were the only ones she could treat.
The bodies of those with fatal injuries were usually torn to pieces, and Miwa Chisei's tightly knitted brows never relaxed.
The mingled stench of blood and festering wounds was not something a mask could fully block out.
Blood stained Miwa Chisei's white Medical Group coat, and she made do with bottled water and rice balls during her precious breaks.
At times like these, she always admired Shoko Ieiri for being able to eat a boxed lunch while dissecting a corpse.
Miwa Chisei swallowed another mouthful of water and felt a tap on her shoulder. The outstanding senior she had just been thinking about had appeared.
Shoko Ieiri handed Miwa Chisei a can of black coffee, amused to see the same blue-gray shadows as her own forming beneath Miwa Chisei's eyes.
"You're settling in pretty well, Qianxing."
She spent every day surrounded by half-dead bodies without once complaining that she was tired. It was something most people could not endure without professional training.
Miwa Chisei leaned over the windowsill, savoring the precious fresh air.
"Shoko, you really are amazing."
Shoko Ieiri smiled casually. She always looked so relaxed and gentle that it was easy to overlook just how remarkable she was.
Her worth was not something that could be measured against combat-oriented Jujutsu Sorcerers.
"Not really. I'm just doing what I'm good at, though it does get pretty stressful."
Shoko Ieiri had quit smoking five years ago because her close