Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

Well, I have a job as a vet.

It is an array depicted in various works such as the animal doctor, Doctor Little, and the disaster of his dog Rosinante.

Almost no one will know this profession because it is dealt with in comics, novels and, at the end of the day, movies as well.

Doctors dealing with animals.

That's the impression many people should have.

But to tell the truth, that's not everything.

About 40% to 50% of veterinary students who pass the national exam each year will be employed in animal hospitals, and the rest will be active in places where they will not be photographed in much drama or anything else.

Easy to understand, zoos, aquariums, etc.

Hard to tell, such as sanitary personnel at agricultural mutual aid unions and health centers, quarantine at airports, and research jobs at pharmaceutical companies called farmed.

Sometimes a veterinarian is quite different from a human doctor because he deals with animals, on the other hand, of popularity - put that aside.

This is one of those casual outfits that don't even look like a light suit.

He is a man of no difficulty in a nutshell.

If they ask me yes or no, I worry first, um, what am I going to do?

When I go to the dining room, I choose the recommended or daily menu for now.

Ask him about greed and he will be the only one who answers without hesitation to live in a hobby.

He had been influenced from an early age by animations, games, comics, novels and other things like dreams, romance and fantasy. Well, that wouldn't be unusual in a modern era full of subculture either.

Though I am the protagonist of my life, it may be that he chose the rare position of veterinarian because he also wanted to play one end of such a dream or romance himself.

A veterinarian who is said to be more difficult than a doctor in part because only a tenth of the number of doctors hire him. Such veterinarians are still different from the rest, and they are a little different within the university.

First of all, the whole class is very intimate because it has the same aspirations on top of being a small group of about thirty people in a national public university.

Some active school enrollment makes one wave and two waves natural. There are also several people in their thirties and forties who have enrolled after college or from society during the sixth grade.

In addition, it can be said that the veterinary discipline is characterised by the fact that many exchanges have been set up for both the last academic year, the whole thing is acquainted and the professors, among others, are close.

There is a strong sense of solidarity with the special profession of veterinarian, and there is also a national connection with the Japan Veterinary Student Association (JAVS) from the time of the student.

Not only does it interact with the National Veterinary University, but there is a move not to be tied to a single university to offer good offices in exchange studies with overseas veterinary universities or to set up lectures with veterinarians working in society.

Mathematics and social, Mandarin and English classes, which I have been reluctant to do, will no longer be available by the end of my second year of college, and I can be buried in my professional discipline and internship as a veterinarian.

This characteristic goes hand in hand with college freedom, and if you are motivated, you can live a truly fulfilling student life.

Windmill is a rare departure from such a university, a race that has only extended its moratorium a little more by progressing to graduate school.

If you have a class that is for that matter, you will be in college, otherwise you will be doing research in the lab to which you belong. If he had extra time, it was his life that he earned a certain amount of money being a veterinary part-time referred to in a college handout.

Laboratory is where you do experimental and routine work under a professor who specializes in the discipline you want to study.

That can be broadly divided into three systems. Fundamental systems of living organisms. Infectious Disease System. Three clinical systems.

The basic system is the study of the basic functions of organisms such as anatomy, physiology, pharmacology and toxicology, as well as the effects of drugs and poisons on organisms. It is a place to learn the basics of how creatures work, and if they develop, they can also conduct research into regenerative medicine, such as iPS cells.

The infectious system is a study of micro-organisms that cause diseases such as microbiology, parasitology, infectious diseases, and public health. It could be a study in a laboratory, such as biosafety, or an image of testing for food poisoning and facility hygiene.

The clinical department conducts research while performing work in actual animal hospitals such as surgery, internal sciences and radiology at university animal hospitals. The study will mainly concern the treatment of animals brought to the hospital.

Among them, wind vision belonged to a laboratory of pathology classified as basic.

There, routine work is carried out on the investigation of the causes of death of industrial animals and animals in diseased and dead zoos that have become obsolete due to disease and malformations, as well as on the appraisal of pathological tissues requested by animal hospitals.

"Mr. Windmill, I'm sorry, but the farmer's bringing a cow with pneumonia today, will you do the autopsy? Me and college kids have classes and I don't have any hands."

"Yes, I'm fine. I should put the report together as usual and take a few pictures during the autopsy, too, right?

"Sorry, please."

I was reading and fishing in the lab for a paper on the virus, and an old professor came to say that, so I'll give it back gently as "no".

It is usual for college and graduate students to do the work that is turned to the lab at the instruction of the professor.

The professor asks the student to assist him or her with his or her work or research, and the student asks him or her to be the professor of his or her research advice. That's the kind of give-and-take I am.

"So when is he coming?

"I think I'll be here soon - oh, I think I'm here."

As we talked, I heard the bluff and the truck's engine noise coming from the outside.

The professor tapped on the shoulder of the wind and pressed caution to look at the clock, leaving early enough to say, "Whoa, why don't you".

"Well, will you come then"

It's a little heavy labor to do alone, but I can't help it.

He put his hand through the snail and ran to pick him up saying that the wind that had changed his clothes could not keep him waiting.

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More than ever, blood was supposed to have power.

If there's anything abnormal about it, people get sick, and if they lose it, it leads to death, and they even say that if they drink animal blood, their vitality boils down to it, so I think there's something there.

And the fact is, blood increased the power of the law.

It is said from the use of hundreds and thousands of laws to the fact that if you collect blood, you can also perform miracles and natural mutations.

Once the miracle was accomplished four times.

It's a miracle to summon people from different worlds.

The first one was summoned accidentally on the battlefield washing blood with blood, helping those who were wounded on the battlefield, even though they were stranded in words, and later leading people to quell the spark of contention, he said.

In all those miracles many were saved by the knowledge of the Gentiles.

What was conveyed came in various forms, including weapons, tactics, culture, technology and food, all of which were merits equal to what was termed a miracle. People say the Gentiles have been here for hundreds of years, or worlds beyond measure.

Guests who brought such things from different worlds - Marebito was honored as a lowlife and was treated more than brave men and heroes.

Demons tread and nations compete for territory.

This world remained flanked by prosperity and decline, repeating history.

And long after Malevito was summoned for the fourth time. One lord appeared to do the miracle for himself.

Epidemiological diseases, in order to reduce the damage caused by famine.

For this reason, about five hundred people will be deducted from the ”capital” of the territory. Draw by the sacrifice to summon the subordinate, to drain the invasion of other countries with the knowledge to achieve prosperity in the territory -.

Of course that's for superficial reasons, he's trying to do it for his own benefit. Otherwise, because he risked being driven away from the status of lord because of previous failures.

But it is certain that if we go on like this, we will decline.

It would also be ironic to say that if such a personal greed worked well, the sacrifice of the inhabitants would be minimal.

Kill the little one to protect the big one.

Words like that exist anywhere in the world. Behind the gorgeous stage is always a shadow.

Preparation for the miracle was like a sight of slaughter.

Bloodpacked meat bags from the next to the next - just ripping people around did the job.

The place is in an old town guard forest.

There it was wrapped in a veil of bright white morning mist, but underneath it more and more red stains could be made, everywhere.

The gentle smell of the forest now mixes with the raw odor of blood.

There were three types of people in the woods.

A man on his knees, trembling, waiting for the blade to shake, and a man waving the blade. Then a very small number of people stare at it.

Those who were bitten by monkey gutters, their hands tied with rope and kneeling were mixed with old men, some tough-faced men like those who had sinned something, and village daughters and children who were not even old enough.

The knights who weave their coats cut the heads of such people lightly around.

Just grab your hair, expose your neck, and snap around the neck of anyone who tries to tear and utter a sentence of resignation. After that, stick it on the ground from your face with a decoy.

Spread it out, spread it out...

I will follow the number that reaches five hundred with a dozen people. If he had a normal spirit, he would surely only have had the sight of a heart sickness on this occasion.

"Damn, you can't do it. Killing like this is funny or irrelevant. I'll report to my lord. I'll look around to see if there's anything unusual, so let anyone with a homicidal habit do it. Make him who has hesitation stop. If you're halfway there, you're just going to suffer for nothing, whether you're going to kill him or not. Call me if you don't have enough hands. Nice, Glenn?

Roger that, Captain.

The knight of the Subman, staring with his white eyes at such a sight, left the spot at his side.

Away from the scene of the killing was the lord of the matter - the owner of the knight, and the perpetrator of this killing.

He distorts his mouth to a grin that springs from his fat belly. I guess the sight in front of him has become sumptuous to imagine the future and inflate expectations.

On his knees before such a lord, the knight reported the situation in a chilled manner.

"Um, Master Lil. Is this... is this really the right thing to do?

"What do you think?

"I don't know...... It's gone from seeing this sight."

Hidden in white fog, I don't see any anomalies as far as I can see.

But the nose clearly shows that it is being done.

An overflowing, raw odor of creatures was beginning to plunge into the forest.

The priest girl has a face for it.

It wasn't clothes, it was a stench that seemed to creep into my heart.

"Mmm. So let's say, for example, that there was a drought and at least a thousand people starved to death. Do you think it would be the right thing to do if you didn't kill 500 people first and starve to death until the next harvest festival?

"... cruel, but in consequence theory, I think it was only good enough for five hundred people to have been helped"

"That's the right answer on the numbers. It doesn't fit with morality, but if you look at the preservation of a species called man, I guess so. In the longer term, it's something that people do on their own, and I don't think it's good or bad."

The cleric woman was staring behind the fog with her enlightened eyes.

I can see the red stain even from here if I stare. Beyond that there seemed to be a tearful old woman cut right now.

The girl tries to distract herself from it but the woman grabs her head and doesn't allow herself to "distract herself".

Another meat bag ripped apart with a groan and fell.

"It's someone else's property, and no matter what we do with it, it's not what we say. Owner's freedom. Besides, it was decided as Hadrian that I would not contest this action. Even if it's not part of the execution, it's silent. Don't turn away from reality because you have a role to play in accompanying such a general thrust."

"Yes..."

"Reality is such a thing. This happens even if you're applauding in the conference room that this will save a lot of lives. Nothing is different from war. Any saint prince makes peace on such a sacrifice. We just happen to see it in front of us. Don't be a hypocrite who can turn away from it."

Where the girl is getting smaller, the woman talks with her arms around her shoulder.

He seems depressed, but he's trying to tell me that this is a piece of this world, too.

"But even then, as we thought, it could have been the broken heart of the lord who tried to deal with the territory before it fell and was ravaged by another country. It's about time I thought about it positively. I don't know, some crazy lord is trying to make a dream story out of it."

The woman couldn't even smile bitterly and exhaled.

Certainly it could be the right thing to do politically if many sacrificed small where they were supposed to die and consequently let many live.

Burning villages to prevent the spread of the plague, mistaking residents and, better yet, forcing them to confine themselves to the areas where they occur is a daily tea meal decision in old politics.

Those who can break this off as bad should think about whether they can say the same thing in front of those who survived.

But the girl shook her head.

That's not all she can do, she puts her actions into words.

"It's not a dream story......"

"Yeah?"

"You can't end it with a dream story. There can't be a life at the end of this madness that just killed you for nothing! Then at least let me change it so I can say this was the right thing to do! I was ordered to lead you down such a path."

"Without sacrifice, who wouldn't show up in the first place?

"I'm not the one who decides that good and evil. If you do the best you can and they still say it's evil, I'll be the first to punish you."

"Right. That's very brave of you."

The girl, depressed and wondering if she would be crushed by reality, rather jumped at it but stood up.

For a woman it was unexpected and for a moment decent, but laughs happily that its upright willingness is funny.

"Isn't that okay? If you're immature, I think people who can do that in the first place, blue or not, are valuable. You're a good boy. As straight as it gets. You should do what you think is right. I'll push that back. So, what kind of temper do you want? Sooner or later, in a territory that is likely to be broken. What kind of hero would you like to seek in a world where there's constant strife with your neighbors?

"I'd like someone who can save everyone. You don't kill anyone, you don't starve, you're sick, you don't fight. It would be better if you could save people from everything and make your dream story a reality."

"Pfft! That's another luxurious wish. Well, I don't know if I'm here, but let's see what I can do."

There was something wrong with the opinion of the honor student speaking of idealism and the woman was blowing out and laughing.

but the girl seems to be more serious. You also seem deeply aware that it is your job to make it true.

Lords and knights of submen came while the two clerics had such exchanges.

I brought the report that the catalyst preparation for the summons was over without delay.

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"Thank you very much."

The wind sight that received the sick animal dropped off the truck.

Next door, a calf with only the lower back of the wind is coughing. It is precisely the typical characteristic of pneumonia.

Cattle treated with antibiotics that do not cure are given to the university in this way by a decision of scrap before contagion to other cattle, euthanized and left as is industrial waste, or even reused as feed or powdered fertilizer by saying rendering.

Others that have no prospect of profit due to fertility defects, malformations or fractures are determined for scrapping before all the feed costs are scratched.

It's a sad story, but the reality around here is ruthless because livestock production is also business.

"I'm sorry. Because I'll make sure it doesn't hurt as much as possible."

When he stroked his head, he sucked on his finger whether the cow was hungry or not. They hadn't completely escaped breastfeeding yet.

When I pulled my finger out, it was the end of sucking the edge of the snail.

I am very familiar with people. I guess he grew up quite adored in the farmhouse.

"All right, all right. Then I'll make you some milk."

Pull the rope tied to the head and enter the autopsy chamber.

The floor is water-repellent and gradient like a bathroom. In the center there was a groove that was latticed like a side groove.

Windmill prepared a nursing bottle containing as much as two litres of powdered milk when the rope was tied to the nearby anatomy table. This is the normal size in cattle.

The powdered milk was dissolved in human skin hot water, and as he approached to do it, the cow had stretched his tongue firmly toward the breastfeeding bottle. They were so hungry.

"Whoa, don't panic"

If I give it to you before it pushes you down, the milk will be reduced in no time.

Two liters disappeared to flow as he was pressed up with his face and urged to leave late.

……

I can draw attention, but I can't hesitate. I didn't hang up very much at a time like this.

While the cow was getting satisfied and grown up, Windmill prepared two medicine bottles and two syringes.

I'll be back as soon as I put the medicine in the syringe quickly.

Watching it forever seemed like my emotions were shifting and I couldn't do anything, so I moved fast at times like this.

If you hold the heart side of the jugular vein with your fingers and administer a sedative called xylazine, the cow will fall as a fluke in less than ten seconds. That's how I lost my strength and fell. Now I'm going to administer anesthesia to cloud my consciousness.

On top of that, if you rope your legs together, you put an electrode on your mouth and anus, give him cardiac arrest with an electrical shock, confirm your death without pupil reflexes, and then cut off your neck and let him bleed, and that's it.

Simply put, it relaxes the muscles, stops the pain with anesthesia and also loses consciousness before killing them quickly. One of the most polite methods of euthanasia.

"... you don't want to think of it as a sacrifice you have no choice. If it's the life I was born with, I wish all my kids would at least have a more enjoyable experience."

Become an unspeakable corpse and stroke the cow with a hollow stare.

Developing methods of early detection of diseases to reduce such abandoned animals, or finding better treatments, is one of the key challenges in research carried out by veterinarians.

It's not like there's no progress compared to the old days just because there's too many original absolutes. It is certain that there are historical differences compared to ten or twenty years ago.

Keep your eyes closed. The wind saw for more than a dozen seconds, praying for blessings - and that's when it happened.

He said, "I don't know."

……

I thought I overheard a woman's voice.

But there must be no one in the autopsy room. I looked around to see if any of the college students came looking for me, but there's still no one in the room.

"Empty ears?

I don't have any experience with clear empty ears so far, but the only windscape I could think of was taking my own anatomical knife out of the shelf, and I get back on my mind and start a pathological autopsy.

A hole was drilled from the posterior tail rib into the abdominal cavity to see if there was any swelling or other abnormality of the lymph nodes.

When you grab your finger through your still warm belly, cut the site of production of the cartilage called the costal cartilage nodule, which is about halfway through the ribs, and cut it up to the clavicle to release it. You don't have to cut the bone. If you cut the cartilage that connects the bone to the bone, the creature can fall apart with one knife.

If you thus expose everything from the lungs to the intestines, then record those abnormal findings with pictures and notes.

When that's over, if you put the lesion area in a pack like a ziplock packed with formalin, it's over.

The wind that washed the hands with the blood on them glanced around the shelves.

"Uh. containers and plastic bags."

The specimens thus dissected must be handed over to the supplier and reused in rendering when burned, but calling the supplier over and over again can be a great hassle for each other.

That's why they cut joints and stuff, each in a plastic bag of about ten kilos, put it in a container and store it in a giant freezer.

When I returned to the lab for the wind view after work, I began to observe tissue sections made from the same collected material in the past.

Low to high magnification.

I was trying to get a germ guide based on how the cells looked, etc. - At that point, the microscope electricity was abruptly interrupted all the time.

"Hmm, what's going on?

It is strange to break this because it is a microscope that I recently re-bought.

When he thought so and took his eyes off, he noticed even more strangely.

The lights are even off in the room that should have been on. No, on the contrary, it was supposed to still be a bright time, but it was dark outside the lab.

"What... Yes?"

Kazumi, doubting his eyes, confirmed the watch.

The time is before 3: 00. It's this time of year when there's still warmth that we can't even call autumn, it can't get dark. Strangely enough, he approaches the window and checks what's going on outside.

Dark - No. It's black.

The sight usually seen through the window is anointed with black with no shine whatsoever, and the thing called shape cannot be confirmed as one.

Disappear everything from the near field to the far, and the ground was opening its big mouth to Nara.

"Hey, what's this..."

Backwards and at the same time, he said it was puffy.

“Blood” dripped down the window, dripping like rain grains.

I blink my eyes and check again, but it is undisputed red. It is not rainwater.

He's the one who's seen a lot of animal blood before. You can't possibly see this red as anything else. Haven't you just come to see the blood?

Besides, this blood seems to have been put aside for a little while since the bleeding.

It's dark red, and if you slip it off, you can have a discoloration. Its characteristics, or a gel of blood that coagulates like halfway jelly and falls off the glass. They're both familiar.

This is what happens to the blood that's been squeezed out for a while and accumulates somewhere. That's why the side gutters in the meat treatment plants and autopsy rooms keep running water constantly during use to avoid drainage clogs.

I think I'm daydreaming and I try to stick my face strong. The pain spreads properly, but the sight in front of you remains unchanged.

Again, something's wrong.

The thought of opening the window and checking it was over for a moment, but he couldn't get his hands on the window. Forgive me for touching such blood.

"Yes, the others are......!?

You should rendezvous first with the others in the school building. That's what I thought. The wind sight ran over to the door.

Fortunately, this is a room in the school building. I can go to other labs and classrooms without being exposed to that blood.

That's what I thought...

"Become...!?

The moment I tried to jump out of the room, there was endless black from that one step ahead to the front.

Taking off a step that had already been taken, the wind sight, which was about to fall to Naruto, reached out and grabbed the door knob.

That was a real miracle. Although I'm glad that my extended arm accidentally touched the door knob, otherwise it was upside down to Naruto.

"Oh no, you're lying......!?

Supported by one door knob, the windscape hanging from the sky was pale.

My legs shake unstable and I just scratch the sky. The lower body was pushing through the height that should have been the floor, but there was nothing as one to touch.

The hardware on the door screams loudly and my fingers are about to slip from the metal door knob. The shoulder that I forced hurt so badly, but the wind gaze was desperate, not the other way around, to put my strength into my fingers.

As far as eyes go, it's all black.

I don't understand what it is, but it seems that only one lab is safe.

Put aside my understanding of the situation, the wind sight I only grasped there was gripping the door knob with both hands and scratching my feet trying to get back to the room somehow.

But the “beginnings” don't wait for the wind to see a little bit, and they get even more intense.

"What..."

What a sudden crack ran to the exterior wall of the lab.

"Hey, eh. Oh no...!?

On top of that, Hibi also ignored the walls and ran through the space, expanding more and more.

It is as if the characters in the screen are broken with the LCD.

And it seems that the place where the hives run had nothing to do with the space where people were. It penetrated and continued to spread through the body of the wind without any resistance.

But the body that should have cracked has no pain, no bleeding.

Threatened by the noise of numbness and cracks spreading and an unknown phenomenon, the boulder wind sight also speeds up the heartbeat.

"What's going on?!?

A world where chains collapse one after another.

The words unleashed in that became his last words in his homeland.