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    Episode 60. New Graduate Student

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    Destiny. At least once in our lives, a fateful moment comes to everyone. A moment of important choice that determines the direction of life.

    “I want to become a graduate student.”

    Just hearing those words made my heart race, that was the moment when someone’s life changed. I looked at the student who had come before me.

    Long black hair, orange eyes. Her name was Amy, I think. She looked younger than she did in class. Is that because I looked closely?

    “This will be the best decision of your life. Just sit down and let’s talk slowly.”

    I pushed Amy onto the sofa and closed the lab door. It would be difficult to escape like this. Instead of sitting at the desk, I sat across from Amy on the sofa and looked at her.

    The graduate students have finally arrived… … .

    I think I came at just the right time, before Miss Istina died from overwork. Amy was still looking around.

    We did a dissection lab together last time.

    Wait a minute, Oliver was here too. Why didn’t that bastard Oliver become a graduate student?

    Maybe it was because Amy was a smarter and more capable student. I decided to think so. It’s natural for arms to bend inward.

    It was only natural that the student who came saying she wanted to become a graduate student looked prettier.

    “Welcome back, Amy.”

    “Hello.”

    Amy bowed her head awkwardly.

    “I thought you were the smartest student in my class. The longer the strap, the more choices you have, right?”

    Amy nodded with a look of anxiety. There is no reason to be afraid. Graduate school is just a place where people live, after all.

    “That’s right.”

    “Look. Our lab has published four papers that will change the history of healing this year. If you include the paper on white blood cell discovery, that will be five.”

    Amy nodded.

    “I came here after seeing that. Other professors also said that this was really nonsense. How did you come up with such an idea?”

    “There is a way.”

    “I thought that thesis was really interesting. Other students and other seniors too.”

    Wasn’t it some kind of tipping point?

    The centrifugation and white blood cell papers, full of mathematical expressions, required abilities beyond mere medical knowledge.

    When did this guy graduate?

    “When will you graduate?”

    “I’ll do it this year! I’ll take classes until the end of this year and get my diploma at the end of the year.”

    There’s too much left.

    I wish I could get back to work or research as soon as possible. In fact, if I could, I would tell you to come to work at 9 a.m. starting tomorrow.

    No. If they haven’t graduated yet, you can force them to do so. There are ways to do that too.

    “You don’t have to take my class anymore. I’ll see if I can cut down on other classes.”

    “Oh, yes.”

    Although it may be a bit far-fetched, I think that early graduation is possible with just a letter of recommendation and permission from the dean.

    Wouldn’t it be better to minimize taking other classes and work as a graduate student and intern doctor?

    Then it will come quickly.

    “Do you still know how to use healing magic?”

    “Yes.”

    That’s fine. The healing science that is being taught in this world right now will change in a few years anyway. Is there really a need to memorize it?

    I looked at Amy.

    “Then I’ll write you a letter of recommendation, so let’s go for early graduation if possible. If you say you’re going to do a master’s program, the dean won’t approve. You’ll just be wasting time.”

    Amy scratched her head in confusion. Her eyes were seriously contemplating.

    “I guess so?”

    There’s no way he can graduate early. After all, graduation isn’t that far away.

    “But can I work properly as a healer without taking all the undergraduate classes?”

    I nodded.

    If you do it with me, it’ll be possible. It won’t be of much help to learn from other professors at the academy anyway. It’s better to see patients directly.

    “You can do it.”

    “Oh, thank you so much… … .”

    “If you don’t know something, just ask Istina. You’ll be able to adapt quickly.”

    It’s perfect.

    “Is a month enough to finish the classes and get my early graduation confirmed?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are you thinking of bringing a friend too?”

    “Ah. Let me ask.”

    If possible, I would like to bring more. But shouldn’t there be at least three graduate students?

    As we rotate, one goes to the lab, one goes to the ward, and one goes to see patients with me, prepare for class, or come into surgery.

    My goal is to save three people.

    “I’ve posted a schedule over there. Discuss with Ms. Istina and come observe the treatment, ward management, and research as appropriate.”

    “Okay, I’ll go now!”

    “Take care.”

    Amy left the lab like that. Wouldn’t Istina be very happy? She said that a bright and cheerful junior had come in this time.

    I have to tell you when Istina comes.

    Today’s second protagonist, Istina, arrived at the lab a few minutes later. She was a little late, because she wanted to tell you the good news quickly.

    “Istina! Come quickly.”

    Istina picked up her bag and ran to the lab. She seemed to think something serious had happened.

    It’s nothing serious, it’s good news.

    “Who died?”

    “No. The junior will come.”

    “Oh my, you hired more graduate students?”

    “Yeah.”

    Got it. I nodded proudly, and Istina smiled brightly.

    “Wow, that’s really fortunate.”

    “You’re not upset, are you?”

    I thought it might be disappointing. There was only one graduate student, so if we suddenly increased the number, it might be uncomfortable or something.

    Fortunately, Istina showed no such signs.

    “No. Who are you?”

    “Amy.”

    “What kind of student are you?”

    I don’t know either. Since he claimed to be my graduate student, I can only assume he has a keen eye for detail. But he seems smart because he asks questions sometimes during class.

    Istina tilted her head.

    “Can I order you around too?”

    “Just enough to keep them from running away.”

    Since I’m your junior, whatever you tell me to do is up to you. But if you run away, it’s my problem too.

    “You said you were impressed by the white blood cell paper we presented this time? You wondered how we came up with such an idea.”

    “That’s right. It’s hard to compare it to other studies because the ideas and theories were so complicated.”

    The execution itself wasn’t that difficult, but centrifugation is something I would never have thought of without a background in physics.

    I never thought about that.

    How far have people in this world invented mathematics? Isn’t there even calculus?

    Istina sat down on the sofa.

    “Ah. It’s really great that a junior is coming in? I wish I could borrow a cat’s paw.”

    “He also brought a friend. The goal is to fill the lab with three graduate students.”

    “It’s time to come in.”

    “Right.”

    “We have the results we achieved this year, right? If you have any desire to be active in academia, I think you should definitely come to our lab.”

    “Oh, okay.”

    I looked at Istina.

    Of course I think so too. But that’s something a shameless person like me would say, not something Istina would say.

    It was a different side of him from his usual timid personality. It was a positive change in its own way.

    Still, I’m glad that Istina seems to believe in me. I don’t think I’ll be experiencing a burnout for the time being.

    “You teach me well.”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    It was the first time in a long time that I saw Istina looking happy. When Amy comes in as a graduate student, the number of patients she can see will also increase.

    The number of people who can be saved also increases.

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    Professor Fisher, Head of the Department of Healing Science.

    He was looking at a paper posted like a poster on the bulletin board of the Department of Healing Science building.

    Why does that person always do this?

    It wasn’t like I wrote the paper carefully.

    It was a short, scribbled paper, as concise as possible. So, it could be posted on a bulletin board like a poster.

    What is it about this time…?

    It was a difficult paper. Mathematical expressions and calculations that were difficult to understand. Centripetal force, revolutions per minute, the relative value of centripetal force to gravitational acceleration.

    The main argument was this.

    Rapidly spinning a blood vial can exert a force hundreds of times that of gravity.

    This method allows us to break down blood into its components. When we separate blood, we see that it is made up of a golden liquid called plasma, red blood cells, and white blood cells.

    If you use fresh blood, you can observe white blood cells in action under a microscope.

    – That was the content of Professor Asterix’s thesis, and it went beyond simply medical issues.

    It sounds crazy, but it’s mostly true. What on earth did this guy do to come up with this? How did he come up with such ideas?

    More than anything else.

    This paper develops a completely new analytical method, identifies a completely new cell type, and elucidates a new mechanism of infection progression.

    I didn’t understand why he just wrote six pages roughly and posted them on the bulletin board. Did he want to release it as soon as possible? Why?

    As if putting up a poster in a combative manner.

    As expected, he was an incomprehensible person.

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