The air was constantly filled with the smell of medicine.
Uesugi Sakura saw an elderly man in a hospital gown with an IV bottle, wobbling as he walked out of the ward. He had no one to support him, all alone. The hospital is a microcosm of the warmth and coldness of human relationships, where life, illness, death, parting, and loneliness all find reflection.
"Sakura, the report is out."
Uesugi Sakura nodded and glanced at the electronic display hanging on the wall in front.
Numbers 43, 44, 45, with the first one grayed out as the examination was completed, the second number in red indicating a consultation in progress, and next, it would be his turn.
"Hanabi, why don't you sit down for a bit?" he said to the girl beside him.
"Okay."
Hanamaru Hanabi sat down next to Uesugi Sakura.
Hanabi was such an eye-catching beauty that wherever she went, she attracted attention.
Because of this, her cuteness and refreshing appearance seemed out of place in the stifling hospital.
