Médica Forense Não Natural de Tóquio
Depois de atravessar para outro mundo, Uesugi Muneyuki teve uma série de infortúnios: foi expulso do promissor Primeiro Departamento de Cirurgia e enviado ao mais trágico, sem futuro, desprezado, sem
Tokyo, Tokyo Medical and Dental University Hospital.
Golden sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds into the dimly lit office, gilding the thick piles of documents on the desk and making the white-tiled floor gleam. Reflected light cast the entire gloomy room in resplendent brilliance, reminiscent of Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s famed golden tearoom—layer upon layer shifting ceaselessly, like the ascending steps of an ivory tower.
Yet, for all its splendor, the place was cold and desolate.
A draft from the window stung with icy chill, while inside the department, the noise was like a bustling market—everyone engrossed in their own affairs.
As per custom, today was Professor Zaizen’s morning clinic in the First Surgical Department.
Amid the bustle of white coats and nurse uniforms, only one young man seemed out of place. On his desk sat a cardboard box crammed with files and books.
Snatching up his white coat and swinging it over his shoulders, the tall, sharp-featured young man gathered a stack of documents. Suddenly, he stood up, his voice booming like thunder: “Everyone!”
The busy, noisy First Surgical Department fell instantly silent. A dozen pairs of eyes turned to him—some puzzled, some annoyed, some disdainful, others sympathetic.
“I have always been grateful for your guidance,” the young man continued in a loud, cold voice. “From today onward, I will be transferring to Forensic Pathology. Until we meet again.”
With that, he offered a slight bow, grabbed his box, and strode out of the department.
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