A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 243 Save people and save them to the end

"The situation is very tricky,"

In a daze, I heard a sound.

"This girl's cervical enlargement (C5-T1) and lumbar enlargement (L1-S2) were damaged by electrical burns. She's an animal!"

"Simply put, she has lost active control of her body below the neck, which is a man-made high-level paraplegia; and because it is an electric burn, while cutting off nerve transmission, it also denatures nerve proteins, forming permanent scars and blocking regeneration."

"I'll be blunt: even a supernatural being can never move a single finger again."

Who?
Wait, is he talking about himself?

"She's awake."

As glaring discoloration appeared before her eyes, the girl lying on the operating table struggled to open them.

Can you see my fingers clearly?

"Come on, follow your finger with your eyes, yes, very good—"

A doctor wearing a surgical cap and mask appeared in the girl's line of sight, performed an examination, and then nodded to the person next to him.

"no problem,"

The phrase "no problem" means that his judgment is correct.

The girl on the operating table was indeed artificially created with 'high-level paraplegia'. Without a miracle, she would only be a conscious vegetative state patient.

"Hello,"

As the doctor left, a figure wearing a 'Super Kill' mask and a red ninja outfit appeared in the girl's line of sight.

“I brought you out from the transaction site of the ‘General House Association’.”

Do you remember what happened?

"Do you have any relatives? I can help you contact them."

Upon hearing the 'ninja's' question, the girl on the operating table closed her eyes, tears welling up and flowing down her cheeks.

"there is none left,"

"Everything is gone, Grandpa, and that traitor!"

After the attack, the girl already knew everything.

"Ah, this—"

Kenji Fujikido reached out his hand, intending to wipe away the girl's tears, but then stopped.

He wasn't familiar with the other person, and it wouldn't be in the style of an islander to act too intimately; luckily, there was medical gauze nearby.

"If it's convenient, could you tell me what happened?"

"Thanks,"

Based on the intermittent sounds she had heard earlier, the girl on the operating table understood that it was this 'ninja' who had saved her.

As for the whole thing being a scam? Why would I lie to her? She's already a cripple.

“My name is Yuka, and I live with my grandfather.”

parents?

Died in the first wave of supernatural disasters.

That's right, her home is in Meguro Ward, the place where the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' takes place.

"A few days ago, I found a ball of light."

"Because I subconsciously used my abilities to save a certain guy, I exposed my identity as a supernatural being."

Then, even before the Metropolitan Police Department came knocking, it was the Yakuza!
The rest is history.

Her grandfather was killed, and the young girl Yuka was kidnapped: even with supernatural powers, she was still just an ordinary girl. Besides, her opponents weren't without supernatural abilities; they were all equipped with high-tech gear and were skilled fighters.

What happened next was that he was caught in the act by Kenji Fujikido, who was secretly investigating.

Then we arrived here:

"I"

The girl lying on the operating table hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.

Is he paralyzed?

This question left Kenji Fujikido speechless.

For a young girl on the operating table, this topic is far too heavy. The thought of spending her entire life bedridden is utterly despairing.

"It seems I didn't mishear."

The girl gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"Thank you for saving me, sir. I have nothing to repay you with, but if you don't mind, I'll give you my blood."

In the supernatural age, everyone knows that the blood of supernatural beings can be used to create super injections, which is the most common way to obtain supernatural powers. However, there is a 50% risk of failure, and supernatural beings are not guinea pigs. Who would be willing to give their blood to others?

"Don't be discouraged, Ms. Yuka."

Since he had saved her, Kenji Fujikido couldn't possibly turn back halfway: the girl's only relative, her grandfather, was already gone; was he really going to leave her to fend for herself?
So what if she's supernatural? In her current paralyzed state, even an ordinary person could easily take her down.

"This is the supernatural age, your situation..."

"There will definitely be a turning point."

"Kenji, you—"

Outside the operating room, the doctor, having taken off his surgical gown, sighed.

"What a pushover."

Saving someone is one thing, but bringing them back to life also means being responsible for their treatment?
What else could he be but an overly kind person?
but,

"If the world were full of people like you, that would be wonderful."

"Sorry for causing you any trouble."

Kenji Fujikido nodded to the other person, who was his classmate; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to appear here dressed like that.

“What’s the trouble? I’ve already received payment.”

The other party's blood!

Create a 'super injection', and then:

Let's take a gamble and see if we can step into the realm of the supernatural.

"But how do you plan to treat it?"

This is spinal nerve root damage; the person who did it had no intention of leaving themselves any way out. With current medical technology, unless:
Should we install an invasive brain-computer interface on her?

After thinking for a moment, the doctor offered a feasible solution.

"Perhaps in a few years, when mechanical prosthetics technology is more advanced, she will be able to stand up again."

Because of the supernatural era, the probability of 'disability' has skyrocketed; and unlike in the past when ordinary soldiers could only use crutches when injured, now many of those who are injured or disabled are 'important people'.

For example, Urabe Akira, the "most affectionate man in the island nation" from Osaka, still wanders around with his one-armed appearance.

These supernatural beings, as the new elites of the new era, possess enormous wealth, and with massive amounts of research funding invested, the technology of mechanical prosthetics has advanced by leaps and bounds.

Many combat-ready mechanical prosthetics have begun to become popular among mercenaries; however, their high price still makes them unaffordable for ordinary people.

“Her spine is completely destroyed, so ordinary mechanical prosthetics are useless, unless—” “Unless?”

As Kenji Fujiki pressed for answers, the doctor continued.

"Rumor has it that a 'god of medicine' lives in seclusion in Tokyo. If we could get him to take action, this injury would be no problem at all."

The problem is, this is just one of Tokyo's new urban legends.

"Supernatural smuggling is also an urban legend."

Kenji Fujikido replied with a sentence.
He witnessed it firsthand: there really were heartless bastards who maimed innocent supernatural beings and then smuggled them out of the country. Without a doubt, a dark future awaited Yuka.

Just thinking about it...

All of this fueled Kenji Fujikido's anger.

"I will find a way to find this 'God of Healing' and ask Him for help."

"Alright, I ordered an electric wheelchair, controlled by your teeth—it's yours, don't refuse."

The doctor patted Kenji Fujikido on the shoulder.

"You're going to have a tough time from now on."

That's how it is,"

He pushed the girl in the wheelchair to his house and explained things to her.

"Stay here until I find the whereabouts of the God of Healing."

Without anyone to protect her, Yuka would be...

It's the classic "Tang Monk's flesh" (a metaphor for something highly desirable but ultimately harmful).

"Thank you, I... I really don't know how to say it."

The girl in the wheelchair stumbled along. What did she have left besides this immobile body?
The only reward was her blood: but unfortunately, Mr. Fujikido didn't need it.

"You are welcome,"

They pushed the girl into the living room.

The middle-aged man turned on the TV, put the remote control in a plastic bag, and placed it on the tray of the girl's wheelchair.

The tray was right next to her face; she could move the remote control by turning her head and using her teeth and tongue to pry it open. Although it wasn't a pretty way to do it, it was the only part of the girl's body she could still move.

On the other side are the wheelchair buttons: this is a mobility tool originally prepared for people with high-level paralysis.

"You're a good person,"

Good people shouldn't end up like this.

If it weren't for saving people, Yuka wouldn't have revealed her identity as a supernatural being.

Therefore, joining the Metropolitan Police Department is often the choice of most supernatural individuals: at least with the protection of the Metropolitan Police Department, those in the underworld will not dare to act recklessly.

While Director Fujita is undoubtedly a workaholic, even dragging his subordinates to work overtime every day, he is absolutely fair to his subordinates in terms of treatment.

That is, with him suppressing it,
Only island nations can barely maintain a semblance of peace.

You are the good person, Mr. Fujikido.

The thought of banging my head flashed through my mind, and then the sound of the live broadcast came from the TV.

"Your Excellency Attila, what are your thoughts on the ultimate winner of this tournament?"

The live broadcast showed a grand banquet.

This caught the eye of the disabled girl, Yuka:

In the magnificent European manor, white buildings are carved in the Crolock style, and vines covering the buildings are covered with blooming flowers, vying for beauty and displaying vibrant colors.

On long tables, enormous golden candlesticks provided illumination; the candlelight reflected off various exquisite foods and drinks, which the contestants were free to eat. Moreover, these foods were made of 'supernatural ingredients,' which made the real-world contestants enjoy to their heart's content.

Meanwhile, there are also comical clowns throwing apples, clumsy magicians performing tricks, and impromptu bards singing and playing instruments.
And a large number of maids dressed in long black dresses and wearing white floral crowns, carrying various delicacies and wines, flitting between long tables covered with white tablecloths like butterflies.

"Hahaha, the victor?"

With one arm around a mature beauty, Attila pulled his sunglasses down slightly, revealing his double pupils.

"Of course it's me—"

An eyeball with two pupils is what is known as a 'natural anomaly'.

"Oh, Your Excellency Attila is very confident."

News King, always quick to jump on the bandwagon, immediately raised a question:

"But in my opinion, Lord Gouchen, Lord Beowulf, Lord Artoria, and Lord Dietrich are not weak."

There was also the city's original king, Siegfried, but he was 'dead' and now only a remnant soul remained. It's hard to say how much power he had, but he was definitely abnormal.

"You're right, these are all strong individuals."

Surrounded by beauties on both sides, he seems more like Attila the wealthy businessman than a king.

"But that 'Gou Chen' came alone. Unless he can defeat three opponents at once, he will be caught in a war of attrition and will only be defeated."

"Lord Beowulf, although you are strong, your subordinates are not very capable."

"As for Artoria?"

The Xiongnu king laughed.
"A confused girl is nothing to be afraid of."

He didn't comment on Dietrich, the remaining figure; it's unclear whether he looked down on him or thought he was too twisted to mention.

"So, Your Excellency Attila is determined to win?"

"Hahaha, just you wait and see!"

At this point, the news reporter switched the camera:
"However, before that, the 'big eater' competition was about to come to an end."

On the other side, Beowulf, his face ashen, stood up and left with a gloomy expression: Artoria, whom Attila considered 'not a threat,' was gracefully and swiftly devouring the food in front of her, her knife and fork flashing in the air.

On the table next to her, there were several tall piles of empty plates.

The constant stream of maids bringing food to her table drew the attention of many heroes and experts.

What kind of food black hole is this?!

"What are your thoughts on this, Lord Attila?"

"Cough cough cough,"

Such an appetite made even the Xiongnu king sweat profusely. He tried to make amends:

"But fighting isn't like eating."

In the living room of the Fujiki family, the girl watching the live stream suddenly changed her expression.

"what happened?"

Kenji Fujikito walked over, and before he could finish his question, he noticed:
The girl in the wheelchair, her pants starting to get wet.

???

This reminded Kenji of something his friend had said before:
The next steps will be very difficult.

(End of this chapter)