Léon: The Cat Killer

So, you find it hard to accept your mother's idea of ​​persuading you to have the transplant... how about I give you another reason to accept it?

"……reason?"

Hmm~ Or, how about you consider this my last wish? If you don't agree, I'll keep nagging you about it every day...

“That’s truly terrifying… So why did I use that ‘weapon’ that Williams created with your deaths…”

Standing in the corridor of the landship, which is pressurized to resist the intrusion of external Originium dust, the air currents gently lifted the blue hem of her skirt and made it flutter slowly.

Beneath the girl's bandages lay regret and the cruelty of equality inflicted upon everyone... The beautiful white-haired spirit embraced the girl's neck... Perhaps He wasn't currently bound by the magic of the person beneath Him, but rather He Himself was worried about them, thus unable to leave.

So, consider this my request... to see Matilda's life through my own eyes...

………………

"Oh, Medic, you're here? You don't look too good. Do you have landship motion sickness?"

"No, I don't get seasick... it's just... I've been asked to do something again, something that's hard for me to accept..."

As Medic spoke, he subconsciously touched the bandage around his left eye and stopped Susuru from checking the position of his left eye:

"Kal'tsit treated my wound yesterday, so I shouldn't need to worry about it today..."

"Yesterday? Ah, okay... But if you feel anything unusual, be sure to say so... Here, this is today's medical record."

"Yes, I have received it."

After taking the medical record book, Nana glanced through it to make sure there were no more emergency room records like yesterday's. Then she quickly scanned it to make sure there were no activities exceeding the threshold in the temporary placement area. Then, Nana and Susuluo quickly entered the medical record into the PRTS system record. Speaking of which, since they are equipped with an intelligent system like PRTS, why not just go straight to paperless operation?

"...This is Dr. Kal'tsit's request. Electronic systems are still unstable at times...If Rhodes Island suffers a natural disaster someday, we can only hope that these paper documents can be preserved."

As she spoke, Susuluo pricked up her ears, stretched her tail, and then slumped onto the table, complaining, "..."

"And then there's the scheduled physical training today... It's only when I encounter this part that I truly feel like I'm in a private company, rather than still in Syracuse..."

Is it because public hospitals don't force you to exercise?

"...At least there's no 20-kilometer weighted march in the wild..."

"Ah... I did this yesterday too... with Huang."

"Huh—? Aren't you coming with me?"

Watching Susulu flap her ears like wings, as if she could take flight at any moment, Medic smiled politely, letting one of her cat ears draw a circle in the air, the tip of which trembled slightly as it stopped.

"I'm going to do some HR work this afternoon, so you'll have to work with Ace's muscles and sweat all by yourself..."

"Ah...no...don't leave me alone to work hard with the team..."

"How could it be just one person? Aren't Warfarin and the others required to work out?"

Upon hearing Medic's words, Susulu rolled her eyes in utter contempt:

"They're the real Sarkaz from the Royal Court... Don't let their skinny appearance fool you, they can lift both of us together like dumbbells with one hand all day... Are you kidding me, making Sarkaz exercise?"

Sussuro's words reminded Medic of Warfarin's arrogant mocking look when he was completely outmatched by Ace in the endurance test yesterday. Although he wanted to mock her back, Warfarin didn't have to run laps, which made Medic a little disappointed.

As for the pink-furred little fox who looked at her and hoped to suffer with her...

"...So, you really want to go?"

Seeing Susuru shaking her head frantically, Medic packed up her things, stood up, stuck out her tongue, and made a face.

"I don't want to either."

"Medic—!"

After waving goodbye to Sussurro with her QAQ emoji, Medic went to the 'cafe' to get a 'Kazdel Sakaz Selected Set Meal' for the day from Warfarin before heading to the office Kal'tsit had prepared for him, following the navigation.

By the way... Warfarin's so-called Sarkaz Selected Meal... looks exactly like the frozen ready-to-eat meals often sold in the freezer section of Columbia supermarkets... even the country of origin is Leidenson...

Fortunately, although Medic had mixed feelings about that city, the practical killer cat wasn't prejudiced against food.

Today, Chef Warfarin's special recommendation is fried chicken nuggets seasoned with wasabi and lime sauce... Heaven knows why wasabi and lemons could be found in the warehouse of the Rhodes Island landship, which is supposed to be lacking in everything else.

The main dish was soft white bread... While picking up food at Medic, Warfarin complained that she had wanted to dye the bread red to create a Blood Demon atmosphere, but in the end she had to give up the idea because she didn't have enough red ingredients.

Surprisingly, the bread baked by this Blood Demon was... very delicious.

Even Kate, who came with high expectations, couldn't find a single fault with the soft, delicious, and wheat-scented white bread. Kate even insisted that it was a textbook example of baking.

Of course, Medic doesn't really care about this kind of thing...

With her mind preoccupied with work, getting off work, and going back to her room to take care of her cat and potted plants, she quickly devoured her bread and fried chicken. Today's drink was the same instant juice as yesterday... Warfarin specially found a watermelon flavored one for Medic, which turned a bright red color when brewed.

So... is this how the Blood Demon expresses goodwill?

Thinking about these strange things, Medic entered the office, turned on the desktop terminal and logged into his account... to start his work for the day.

The office itself was clearly a makeshift room; scratches from dragging large items still lingered on the floor, and the desks and chairs were rather uncomfortable. To conserve his energy for tonight's cat-related onslaught, Medic quickly opened the PRTS personnel task list. The first thing he saw were mission reports from all over the world sent to Rhodes Island…

"...Logistics? No... This is a report from Rhodes Island's various branch offices... Does a pharmaceutical company... really need these safe houses and intelligence networks spread throughout Terra?"

Of course, despite the doubts, Medic works very quickly.

Medic efficiently completed the summary report by typing away at his keyboard. He compiled these documents and reports, which were mostly about "successfully establishing a safe house" or "successfully obtaining a branch establishment permit," into a list and categorized them by country, region, and intercity network affiliation.

According to the usual procedure, this report would be uploaded to the Shipping Department through PRTS, and then the Shipping Department Committee would discuss and judge the form before redistributing the next phase of targets to various regions... However, Medic thought about it and realized that the Shipping Department seemed to only have Kal'tsit... which meant that Kal'tsit was currently handling all this work by herself.

What Terra Superman... Medic's determination to reduce the burden on his superiors is becoming increasingly clear... because it's obvious that if Kal'tsit doesn't reduce the burden, then the things he has to deal with and help with will only increase.

Hiring! Hiring like crazy!

After finishing the paperwork, Medic immediately opened the PRTS personnel database to try to find the resumes sent to Rhode Island... The result shocked Cat.

"...Not at all?"

It's obvious that Sussurro came to Rhodes Island by submitting her resume... Medic thought Rhodes Island received a lot of resumes when she heard this, but looking at it now... it seems like no one submitted a resume at all.

"So...why? Is it because of insufficient advertising investment?"

No… Rhodes Island is on the ICA list… Putting aside Kal'tsit’s establishment of offices and safe houses all over the world, Rhodes Island’s efforts to treat Oripathy patients should not be unknown… Ah!

"...Is it because of the infected?"

Looking at the empty temporary resume file library, Medic reluctantly closed the file... Because of the fear of Oripathy, Rhodes Island, which deals with Oripathy, is not a good place... Judging from the perspective of an ordinary person, there seems to be no problem.

But this is not good news for Medic.

"So, how does Rhodes Island recruit people?"

As Medic moved the mouse, he suddenly remembered his conversation with Sussuruo.

"...Should we look among the infected?"

With that in mind, Medic changed her approach and turned her attention to Rhode Island's electronic medical record database... Not long ago, she and Sussuro had updated some of the files there.

Generally speaking, HR members should not have the right to view medical records... but coincidentally, Medic herself is also a member of the medical department, and her PRTS permissions allow her to access medical records... which led to the current situation.

Medic was astonished as he flipped through the files, which numbered over six figures... but were mostly marked as deceased. He then filtered through them by age and status before starting his search:

"...I would choose to join Rhodes Island, I would be willing to dedicate myself wholeheartedly, and I would also like to ensure that I am capable of working... Let's leave out the serious illness category for now..."

After filtering for a long time, Medic found a role that might suit his needs in a letter of appeal from Letania a few months ago.

"...Ugh...I'm too weak to treat Oripathy...but to say 'I'm willing to give everything I can'...'I'll do anything to save my friends...?"

After reviewing the description from the person in charge in Letania, Medic first used Rhodes Island's communication system to call Letania to confirm the patient's location, and then checked the current flight path in Rhodes Island... He did a quick calculation of the impact of changing the flight path on the current flight plan...

Medic quickly typed out a report analyzing the potential for new recruitment...

As for the three people recruited this time, following Rhodes Island's usual practice of hiring and training employees, Medic created a new file folder with the title—

"...The Operations Reserve Group...that's what it's called, right..."

Finally, Medic printed the document and got up to leave.

The next step is to convince Kal'tsit, this bonsai-like boss, to do something.

PS: Today's whimpering cat

PS2: Today's publicly available information... Rhodes Island is currently advancing towards Kazdel at a speed exceeding 70 kilometers per hour... If the landship's navigation plan is changed, all plans, including changes in the wear and tear coefficient of the walking mechanism hardware due to the route change, the maintenance personnel's shift schedule, border crossing permits, and the replenishment of water and materials, will have to be changed.

This isn't something you can just do by turning the steering wheel, so our cat killer's move to change the flight plan in order to recruit people is quite aggressive.

The main issue is that Kal'tsit's multiple roles are a bit excessive... Of course, I don't know what Yostar's character is like, but the Kal'tsit I'm referring to doesn't have any flaws... I hope readers who dislike her because of Yostar's text won't think I'm trying to whitewash her.

PS3: So let's count today's word count as two updates? Hopefully tomorrow will go more smoothly, then I can also be a daily 10,000-word updater.

The Mystery of Medic 2nd: Episode 031: Salted Soda During Overtime and the Sugar-Eating Demon King

At Rhodes Island, applying for services was infinitely easier than Medic had imagined... Originally, the Cat Killer still had several lines of rhetoric to explain the significant improvement his planned actions would bring to Rhodes Island's operational capabilities, and the negligible impact on Rhodes Island's land-based ship navigation plans.

In reality, Medic's carefully crafted rhetoric was completely ignored. Kal'tsit simply glanced at the instruction manual provided by Medic, then performed some calculations on the computer, seemingly checking data. Finally, she signed her consent form and, in her capacity as the head of the shipping department, notified Kroos of the change of route.

"...Is...this...all it takes?"

"Yes, I agree with you, so I support your work... So if there's nothing else, you can continue your mission, Medic Operator..."

Looking at his ever-diligent, potted plant-like boss, Medic tilted his head and glanced at his watch: [Neighbor]

"It's 5 PM Columbia time... I think I've finished everything for today... The HR department will continue to follow up on the plan. If there's nothing else, may I leave early?"

The cat-killer's words startled Kal'tsit, then the emerald-green Feline looked up. Medic inexplicably sensed a hint of relief in her tone, which remained unchanged to this day.

"Then come help me..." Si

"...Kal'tsit, you promised that if I chose the HR department, I'd only be doing HR work? I've tolerated the HR department assignments I'm also given..." V

"First of all, I never said anything like that. I only asked what you wanted to do. Secondly, your primary job is in the medical department..."

"...I don't want to work overtime."

Seeing Medic reluctantly turn to run away, Kal'tsit put down her pen, crossed her arms... Even though she only tilted her head slightly, with one eye hidden behind her emerald bangs, her entire aura inexplicably became powerful: j

"Internship time halved, bonus tripled, overtime pay extra, mid-year medical department professional title evaluation, you'll be directly promoted to attending physician..."

"...What do these rewards have to do with what I'm supposed to help with?"

"Yes...because this is all part of the medical department's work..."

Medic accepted the unethical conditions by accepting the partial documents handed to him by Kal'tsit. He glanced at them and saw that they were all records of drug trials around the world... Judging from the fact that they all used various animal parents as test subjects, this drug had not yet entered the clinical trial stage.

As for the animals that were put into experiments, whether by force or because they already had Oripathy... while most of them had records of recovering after medication or similar images showing that 'the spread of Originium crystals on the body surface stopped,' there were also many records of their symptoms worsening, and even going berserk and dying.

"...What kind of experiment is this?"

"Third-generation Oripathy blockers... but because we don't have the right equipment to produce true third-generation drugs, I'm trying to apply the theory to the second-generation drugs we're currently producing in large quantities..."

"So the second and third generations are completely different things... By the way, does Rhodes Island really produce drugs?"

"...Of course, the human resources department should be able to see our shipping network."

Seeing Kal'tsit's questioning gaze, Medic paused for a moment, then the cat killer added, swishing its tail:

"But I've never seen Rhodes Island's Oripathy medication on the market..."

"Because Rhodes Island's blocking drugs are not publicly sold... We usually use drugs as part of the cooperation conditions to reach cooperation agreements with various countries or organizations."

"The market for Oripathy treatments has always been in a very chaotic state and lacks official regulation... Rather than competing with real pharmaceutical companies, it would be better to use one's expertise in treating infected individuals to gain the opportunity to help them..."

After a moment's hesitation, Kal'tsit, who seemed ready to fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes, murmured:

"The persecution of those infected on this land can be traced back thousands of years before the existence of laws, with fear and suffering accumulating and settling... If the fear of Oripathy among the people on this land is not changed, then even with the best medicine, it will be impossible to cure the social status of this group, which is used as a point of contention... Sorry, I seem to have said too much..."

Shrugging, Medic took a pen from Kal'tsit's desk and then joined in the processing, approval, and classification of documents.

"Actually, it's alright. My agent will say similar things too."

"Her? What would that person say to you?"

"...Something like saving the world, or stepping forward to help in times of crisis?"

Tilting his head slightly, Medic's efficiency gradually improved after becoming familiar with the file format:

"Anyway, it's something like that...something that sounds really great."

“Although I don’t understand it myself, I do know that you, Kal’tsit, like your manager, are doing things that benefit the world… but those things are too far removed from me. I don’t pursue justice or righteousness…”

I don't even actively pursue anything.

Before she could finish her last sentence, Medic helped Kal'tsit process that huge pile of documents before nightfall.

Although Medic's treatment of Oripathy is only at the level of emergency care, and he doesn't quite understand the more advanced pharmacological content... at least in terms of toxicology and the analysis of the effects of Originium crystal lesions on the body, Medic's views are basically not different from Kal'tsit's.

The addition of the Cat Killer has undoubtedly and significantly improved Kal'tsit's efficiency in handling documents... The Killer now only hopes that she can fulfill her promise as efficiently as she handles paperwork.