"I have a little dabbling in medical skills, but I'm not very sophisticated. However, you can bring someone over and show me."
Wu Ke thought for a while and said this.
"My little lady is so grateful!"
Sayaka rubbed her hands and lowered her head, looking like a somewhat exaggerated thank you in advance.
A bit like the philistine businessmen you sometimes see in Japanese dramas.
It seems sincere, but in fact it's just some nice words that don't cost a penny.
Somewhat frivolous and unreliable.
Fortunately, he didn't care too much about this girl's thanks.
He waved his hand and walked to the room that Tomoe Asami temporarily lent him to live in as a place to stay.
The little rose witch was eating strawberry cake when she suddenly found that the figure she felt close to was moving away from her. Her body was shocked and she started to panic. She didn't even eat the remaining half of the strawberry cake and started to squirm. Get off the glass table.
He landed on the floor with a thud and quickly chased after Wu Ke's figure.
The door was closed, and she got in clumsily from under the crack.
. . . .
After receiving the promise that he could be taken to be taken for a checkup, Sayaka went to Mitakihara City's Central Hospital early the next morning.
Her childhood sweetheart, Kyousuke Kamijou, was in this hospital, receiving rehabilitation treatment.
However, before Sayaka came to the door of the ward, she heard some noisy noises coming from inside the ward.
"Medicines, medicines, medicines, why are they medicines? These medicines have no effect at all. I still have no feeling in my hands. Tell me if there is something wrong with the medicines you fed me that prevented my hands from recovering." !?"
"These are pills that provide vitamins and calcium supplements. Taking them is only good for your body's recovery and will never affect your recovery."
The female nurse in charge of this ward explained in her voice.
"So, my body cannot recover even after taking medicine, is this the fact I have to face?"
"No, as long as you take medicine seriously and continue to receive rehabilitation training, you can stand up and walk again..."
"What about the hand?"
In the ward, the female nurse felt a little embarrassed when faced with the boy's questioning.
The patient in the hospital bed was actually a talented young violinist before he was paralyzed in an accident.
Although, according to the doctor's judgment, today's body can return to normal walking through rehabilitation training, it is already difficult to achieve the flexibility of the hand to return to the level it used to be and to be able to continue playing the violin.
The female nurse doesn't understand music, but she also knows that the other person has lost something very important. But for this type of teenage patient, whenever the teenager can't help losing his temper, as a medical staff, she can't say anything, but this is It’s a difficult patient to deal with.
At this moment, the door to the ward was opened.
"Kyousuke!"
Hearing the girl's voice behind her, the female nurse suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ms. Nurse, let me do it."
Sayaka said to the female nurse.
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."
The female nurse handed the pill tray to Sayaka. She obviously knew Sayaka and knew that this girl was a friend of the young boy who often came to visit him. At the same time, only the other party could calm down the young boy who was losing his temper at the moment. She hurriedly exited. Leave the ward to the girl to show off.
"Why are you here today?"
Seeing Sayaka coming over with a plate, Kamijou Kyousuke, who had been losing his temper just now, immediately calmed down, but turned his head towards the window, as if he didn't want his childhood sweetheart to come to the ward. See yourself losing your temper.
"It won't work if you don't take medicine well!"
Sayaka's voice was very gentle, not at all like her usual carefree look.
"I have good news for you today."
she said.
"What good news? Did you find any classical records?"
The young man's attitude towards this seemed a bit indifferent.
To be honest, he loves music very much, but what he loves even more is the music he plays.
The boy knew in his heart that his childhood sweetheart, Sayaka, was encouraging him.
But the more such encouragement contrasted with the reality that his arm could not be restored, the more painful it made him feel.
"If so, you don't have to spend any more money to buy it for me, I..."
Before Kyousuke Kamijou finished speaking, he heard a voice speaking at the same time.
"I've found a way to most likely cure your arm, Kyosuke."
"Eh?"
Kamijou Kyousuke turned his head sharply, with hope in his eyes.
But this hope quickly dissipated after thinking that the person who said this was Sayaka.
"You're not going to tell me that as long as I take rehabilitation training and take medicine seriously, my body can recover, right?"
Kyousuke Kamijou has heard this too many times. At first, he was so naive that he thought this was possible, but later he found that his parents and the nurses and doctors at the hospital all looked at each other when they said this to him. After expressing sadness or sympathy, Kamijou Kyousuke realized that those were just words to make him happy.
"If so, please don't say it. I'm in a bad mood right now. I'm afraid I won't be able to help but get angry with you."
The young man spoke in a low voice to the girl beside the hospital bed.
Sayaka was a little frightened by her childhood sweetheart's gloomy expression, but she quickly recovered.
"No, Kyosuke, I really found hope to restore your arm."
she said quickly.
"Then tell me."
Kamijou Kyousuke was relieved in his heart. At least his childhood sweetheart was not like others who comforted him with useless words that would only make him feel more uncomfortable.
"Listen to me, I encountered a supernatural event this week, and I met someone..."
However, when Sayaka roughly recounted some of his magical experiences, the face of the young man on the hospital bed became strange.
"You must have joined some kind of cult, right?"
he asked.
"No, everything I said is true."
Sayaka tried to explain.
"Forget it, you better ignore my situation and break away from that cult organization as soon as possible."
Kamijo Kyosuke said, he was in a state of dumbfounding now.
The feeling of self-pity and self-pity has subsided a little, but I am a little worried about Sayaka, this childhood sweetheart girl who is quite nervous.
"Not okay yet?"
However, as soon as he said these words, another girl's voice suddenly sounded in the room.
Xiaomi Homura took Madoka Shikama with her. She was asked by Sayaka to help take people out of the hospital. Otherwise, why would Sayaka, a girl who is still an ordinary girl, take away an important patient from the hospital? ? !
"who are you?"
Kamijo Kyousuke raised his arm that had no feeling, rubbed his eyes and asked the two people who suddenly appeared. He was sure that there was no one there just now.
"This is Madoka Shikama, my best friend, and this is Homura Akatsuki, the magical girl I'm talking about."
Sayaka quickly introduced the two of them.
"How did they get in?"
"Pause time and walk in openly."
Xiao Meiyan responded indifferently. She didn't like the guy on the hospital bed. After all, Sayaka was barely her friend, but the other person was just the guy who turned Sayaka into a witch in many timelines. Without feeling any ill feelings, Sayaka and her were just plastic friends who only met each other through Shikama Madara.
"Time paused? What are you talking about..."
Kamijou Kyousuke stopped, and he found a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder. The girl who was standing some distance away now appeared next to the hospital bed.
Without any effort and without any intention of explaining, Xiao Meiyan grabbed the young man on the hospital bed and put him directly on the wheelchair pushed next to the hospital bed. Then he took out a belt and tied it to Sayaka's arm. With the link in hand, Sayaka resumes from her paused time.
"Hey, why did you just pause time?"
Sayaka asked.
In the wheelchair, Kamijou Kyousuke's eyes widened, looking at the sheets that had stopped in mid-air after losing Xiaomi Homura's interference. His outlook was obviously greatly affected.
"Instead of giving useless explanations, it's better to let this person experience the abnormality directly. Let's go. Time is precious."
"All right."
Sayaka accepted this statement and quickly paid attention to his childhood sweetheart again and said to him.
"See, I didn't join a cult, right?"
Kamijou Kyousuke opened his mouth, and finally asked with trembling lips.
"Can I really recover?"
"I don't know, but at least it's more likely than you lying in the hospital."
This was not Sayaka's answer, but Akatsuki Homura's objective and indifferent words.
The still time started flowing again outside the hospital.
We took a taxi on the roadside and soon arrived at Tomoe Mami's house.
After ringing the doorbell, Tomoe Mami came out to open the door, and a little witch doll appeared on her head.
"You are here."
Asami welcomed the person in, and Wu Ke, who heard the noise in the room, temporarily stopped his purification research work.
There were four new Seeds of Lament placed in front of him, but they were things he found in Mitakihara and several surrounding cities when he was wandering around last night.
. . . .
Outside, Kamijo Kyosuke, who was in a wheelchair, was very worried.
His eyes were a little nervous, watching Wu Ke walking out of the room.
The opponent made him feel more like a muscular boxer than a doctor.
Wu Ke came over, said hello to a few people, and then started checking.
"Excuse me, doctor, is it possible for my body to be cured?"
The body was played with like a little chicken for a while. When it stopped, Kamijou Kyosuke had hope on his face and asked the person in front of him.
"Sorry, I can't cure it. If you were just injured, I should be able to help cure it. But now, the cells in the broken places in your body have been closed and restored. Now it all depends on your own recovery ability. But I know nothing about stimulating physical resilience in others."
"Yes...really?"
The young man's hopeful eyes were gradually losing their luster.
The greatest pain in the world is nothing more than bringing hope to desperate people.
Then, he destroyed that hope in front of them.
"Kyousuke..."
Sayaka wanted comfort.
"Stop talking, please, let me be quiet..."
The boy's voice was very dead.
"Beibei~"
The doll witch on Tomoe Asami's head seemed to feel something at this time. She stood up from the girl's head and looked at the boy with cloudy eyes.
"Hey, is this a reaction to people who feel desperate? But..."
Wu Ke took out the little rose witch from his sleeve and placed it in front of the desperate boy, only to find that she was nothing like the little doll witch on Tomoe Mami's head.
Not only did he not react to the desperate man, but because there was another stranger in the room, he struggled to retract into his sleeves.
"It seems that different witches have different reactions to the same thing."
Wu Ke was thoughtful.
"Mr. Wu Ke..."
Tomoe Asami reminded.
"You guy, can you stop making sarcastic remarks?"
Sayaka glared over and spoke rudely.
His attitude has completely changed from what he showed yesterday.
It can be called, Ochumelov, a model of chameleon.
"Your attitude reminds me of some unpleasant memories."
Wu Ke looked at Sayaka whose attitude changed drastically and said.
"There used to be some guys who couldn't get the benefits they wanted, so they wanted to inflict their anger and malice on people who couldn't give them the benefits they wanted."
Wu Ke's words were like an icy cold wind.
It blew the hearts of everyone in the room.
"Can I ask, what happened to those people in the end?"
Shikamaoka spoke carefully.
"It's dead, I solved it myself. I hate those guys who don't understand gratitude, and I hate those bastards who get angry at others for no reason, and want to point their guns at good people who are willing to help them, but can't make their unreasonable demands come true. .”
Wu Ke was referring to what he had experienced in the world of Terra.
And hearing this in the ears of everyone in the room made Madoka Shikama extremely nervous, and Sayaka's body also stiffened.
All the girls, it was only now that they recalled that when they first met, the other person's self-introduction seemed to have the label of an evil god.
Just because these days, they get along too harmoniously, and the other party often calls themselves a good person and a messenger of justice, they have somewhat forgotten this point.
"Please forgive Sayaka, she didn't mean to say that because of me."
Suddenly, the boy's voice rang in the room.
The frustrated Kyousuke Kamijou was not suppressed by the stagnant atmosphere in the room.
Explain for Sayaka.
"If you want to blame, blame me..."
【There is nothing to be afraid of now!
Music is his life. If he cannot play the instrument again, he will probably be like a walking zombie in the future. Even if he is killed by someone, he will probably not have any real feeling, or it can be called relief. Bar……
So, at least for now, let yourself use this broken body to protect the girl who was once a childhood sweetheart! 】
The boy thought so.
"Well, you don't think I'm angry, do you?"
Looking at the heavy expressions of everyone, Wu Ke asked after reacting.
"Isn't there any?"
Tomoe Asami asked rhetorically.
"That happened not long after I became the Messenger of Justice, when I was young. Now I have long been able to objectively look at all kinds of malice in the world, and understand those malices to do justice."
Rubbing his chin, Wu Ke said seriously: "If I were to meet those bastards from the past again, I might teach them a profound lesson, but I would not directly deal with them who cannot understand [what is good]. Lose……"
