Jiang Qiuqiu noticed the change in his expression and grew curious. "You seem to really want me to go into the Spirit Healing Department. Is piloting Mechas a bad thing?"
"No," Mo Si said, gazing out the window. "Piloting Mechas is also good. You're very talented in that area as well."
"But—"
"Qiuqiu," Mo Si said, looking at Jiang Qiuqiu, his dark eyes filled with a wealth of emotion. "Look back. That's Federation University and the Federal Military Academy. Nearly half the people there are Mecha Soldiers, but only one in ten thousand is in the Spirit Healing Department. Mechas are great, but the Federation needs Spirit Healing Masters more."
"Every year, countless soldiers retire from the front lines and never get to receive treatment from a Spirit Healing Master. Every new Spirit Healing Master gives the Federation another glimmer of hope."
