Serena Lynch had so many questions that Evelyn Ford didn't know which to answer first. 'Logically, anyone who's survived the apocalypse should be deeply guarded,' she thought, 'but Serena looks so innocent. Has she been sheltered, or is it just an act?'
"The building up ahead is the medical department. You can head in. I'm off to The Undercity to plant some herbs. Bye-bye, see you tonight."
Evelyn Ford gave her a slight nod. "Bye."
Upon entering the medical department, a receptionist stopped Evelyn, checked her residence permit, and verified her information.
"We've received your information. Your file says you have medical skills. Can you treat external injuries by yourself?"
Evelyn nodded. "Yes."
"Then you're assigned to Surgery. We're extremely short on surgeons, so you'll have to start immediately."
"Alright."
The receptionist was pleased, filled out a form for Evelyn, and then led her to the surgical department.
