He wasn’t a doctor anymore. His hands, once capable of the most delicate neurosurgery, were now calloused from the grip of a rifle. He looked at his fingers, tracing the faint tremors he could never quite suppress. He had saved a monster, and the weight of that "mercy" had bent his soul until it snapped.
"No," Tenma whispered, his reflection in the glass looking like a stranger’s. "He’ll find us." Monster Episode 37
Should we continue this journey toward or focus on a flashback to Tenma's days at the hospital? He wasn’t a doctor anymore