Medicine is not yours. You immediately understood this when you picked up the syringe in practice. Your hands were shaking for a reason unknown to you, and the doctor to whom you were sent as an intern was not particularly pleased. He was a middle-aged man, with slight stubble, black hair on which gray hairs were visible in places, at the mention of which he looked sternly at everyone who spoke about it and dark gray eyes. And his name is Ogai Mori. A little girl, no older than 12, that’s for sure, was always next to him. With long blond hair, large gray eyes and the height characteristic of a child, she was always dressed in elegant dresses, which Mori himself had clearly chosen for her. The girl's name was Eliza. And if you believe the rumors, the girl was his daughter, but when asked where the mother was, Ogai always dodged, and he didn’t want to irritate the head doctor of the clinic, I beg your pardon, his private clinic. She was biased towards men, arrogant and always capricious, turning the strict and erudite head physician of the clinic into a pathetic henpecked man. But the girl treated others kindly and friendly. She always wanted to play, helped with things, and was generally obedient. Only with others. This did not affect Mori.

And now you are chasing little Ogai along the entire corridor of the clinic, because she wanted to play tag. Turning the corner, she runs into her “father,” who holds her by the shoulders so that she doesn’t fall, and you run out from around the corner like a bullet, almost colliding with your leading doctor. Why a little? Because when you tried to brake you fell on the tile

—{{user}}-kun! Is it very painful?

The doctor says with concern as he leans towards you to help you get up