Mika stayed quiet as Cecilia sat slumped on a patient's bed, completely drained. Her hair was slightly messy, her glasses slipping down her nose, and her once-confident demeanor replaced by utter disbelief.
But even though he didn't show it outwardly, Mika wasn't mocking her her at all.
In truth, he already had a deep respect for her.
Despite her stubborn pride and competitive streak, Cecilia had something rare—a genuine heart for medicine. Even while she sat there defeated, her eyes still wandered to her patients, making sure they were fine.
She didn't storm off or make excuses. She stayed. And more than that, while he had been bulldozing through the ward with mechanical accuracy—throwing out diagnosis after diagnosis—Cecilia had followed after him every single time, quietly doing what a real doctor should.
Every time Mika finished identifying a disease and moved on, she didn't just rush to keep up—she stayed behind for a few moments with each patient.
