The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Dong Yangping originally thought he wouldn't be able to stay for long.

His original plan was to visit the patient, chat for a few minutes, express his concern, and then find an excuse to leave.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

Xiang Naihui seemed to be in better spirits than she appeared. She chatted with Dong Yangping for a while, asking about his daily life, his work, and even whether he had a girlfriend.

"No," Dong Yangping answered honestly, "I've been too busy."

"Young people can't just focus on work," Kana Huihui said earnestly. "They should still date. When Shen Erjun was my age, he was already..."

She glanced at Shen Er, then suddenly laughed: "They've already started fighting and killing each other."

Shen Er remained expressionless, but Dong Yangping noticed that the corner of his mouth twitched.

"But things are better now." Xiang Naihui held Shen Er's hand. "From now on, the three of us will live a good life together."

Her eyes sparkled as she said this.

The light was so bright that it was almost blinding.

Dongyang shifted his gaze away.

He suddenly felt that he was being superfluous by sitting there.

But Xiang Nai Hui Hui wouldn't let her leave.

"Mr. Yangping has come all this way, please stay a little longer," she said. "I'm so bored being alone in the hospital, and Shen Erjun doesn't know how to chat."

Shen Er: "..."

He really wanted to say, "I can chat," but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he really didn't.

So all they could do was remain silent.

Dongyang Ping had no choice but to stay.

Time passed by, second by second.

Dong Yangping initially considered using bioelectricity to detect if there were any cursed spirits in the hospital.

After all, hospitals are places where negative emotions are concentrated, making them the easiest breeding ground for cursed spirits.

But as soon as he released his senses, he froze.

No.

The entire hospital was spotless.

Not to mention the cursed spirit, there wasn't even a trace of cursed power left.

He looked at Shen'er.

Shen Er was bending down to peel an apple for Xiang Nai Hui Hui. He was moving very slowly and carefully, and the apple peel he peeled was thin, even, and long without breaking.

Noticing Dong Yangping's gaze, she even looked up.

"What's wrong?"

"This hospital..." Dong Yangping lowered his voice, "You cleaned it?"

Shen Er remained silent for a second.

"I come once a week," he said in a low voice. "Those things can't be in Huihui's place."

Dongyang Ping understood.

once a week.

It takes at least two hours to drive from Saitama to Tokyo and back.

Add to that the time spent cleaning up the cursed spirits.

Shen Er didn't say anything, just kept doing it silently.

"She doesn't know?" Dong Yangping asked.

"There's no need for her to know," Shen Er said, continuing to peel the apple. "She just needs to focus on getting better."

Dongyang Ping looked at Shen Er.

Looking at his focused profile, at his clumsy yet earnest movements, and at the fleeting tenderness in his eyes when he occasionally looked up at Xiang Nai Hui Hui.

This man is no longer the tyrant Tianyu who strikes fear into the hearts of the sorcerer world.

At this moment, he was just a husband.

An ordinary husband peeling an apple for his wife.

"It's peeled." Shen Er handed the apple to Xiang Nai Hui Hui.

Xiang Naihui took it and took a bite.

"Is it sweet?" Shen asked.

"Mmm, it's very sweet." Xiang Naihui smiled and held the apple to his lips. "You should try some too."

Shen Er paused for a moment, then lowered his head and took a small bite of her hand.

Dongyang shifted his gaze away.

That's enough.

This dog food is making me a little full.

A little while later, the nurse came in to check on the patients.

She was a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses, and looked very capable. When she entered and saw Shen'er, her expression immediately became subtle.

"Ms. Chanel, how are you feeling today?"

"Very good, thank you." Xiang Naihui said with a smile.

The nurse took the blood pressure, checked the fetal heart rate, and wrote something in the logbook.

Before leaving, she glanced at Shen'er, then at Dong Yangping sitting beside her, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Finally, she couldn't help but whisper to Xiang Nai Hui Hui, "Ms. Xiang Nai, your husband is so kind. He comes to keep you company every day; he's even more attentive than the caregivers at our hospital."

Xiang Naihui smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"He just worries too much."

After the nurse left, Dong Yangping used bioelectricity to sense something.

Then he heard a conversation in the hallway.

"It's that ward," another nurse said. "The pregnant woman's husband looks quite fierce, but he's incredibly good to his wife. He comes every day, and he stays all day."

"Really? It doesn't look like it."

"Really. Last time I went to change his dressing, I saw him massaging his wife's legs. The expression on his face... tsk."

"I'm so envious."

"Who can argue with that?"

Dongyang Ping withdrew his senses and looked at Shen Er.

Shen'er was pouring water for Xiang Naihui. She was very gentle, and she tested the water temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot before handing it to her.

Dong Yangping suddenly felt as if he had come to know a completely new Shen'er.

At noon, the hospital's food delivery truck arrived.

The food for patients is bland and tasteless; it doesn't look appetizing at all.

Shen Er glanced at the plate and frowned.

"Is this edible?"

"That's how it is in hospitals," Xiang Naihui said with a smile. "I'll be fine eating this."

Shen Er didn't say anything.

He stood up and walked out of the ward.

Dong Yangping assumed he was going to smoke or get some fresh air.

Ten minutes later, Shen Er returned.

He was carrying a bag.

The bag contained several insulated containers.

He opened the insulated box, inside was a steaming meal—a stew of tender beef, a stir-fried vegetable dish, a bowl of miso soup, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

The fragrance immediately filled the entire ward.

"This..." Xiang Nai Huihui was stunned.

"The food at the hospital isn't good." Shen'er handed her the chopsticks. "Eat this."

When did you buy it?

"Just now."

Xiang Naihui looked at the food and then at Shen Er, her eyes reddening slightly.

"You...you eat with us too."

"Um."

Shen Er also picked up his chopsticks, and the two sat facing each other, slowly eating.

Dongyang Ping sat to the side, watching this scene.

He watched as Shen'er served food to Xiang Nai Huihui, watched Xiang Nai Huihui put the meat from her bowl back into Shen'er's bowl, and watched the two of them chatter about this and that.

He suddenly remembered a saying: Happiness is having someone to eat with.

He used to think that was pretentious.

Now he thinks that statement is quite true.

In the afternoon, Xiang Naihui took a nap.

Shen Er sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, without moving.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the two of them.

Dong Yangping stood by the window, looking at the sky outside.

He remembered many things.

I recall my memories from before I traveled through time, those blurry, distant fragments.

Thinking back on the training over the past twenty years, day after day, year after year.

He recalled the mix of excitement and wariness he felt when Shen'er first appeared before him.

I think of Tsukumo Yuki, I think of Gojo Satoru, I think of the things that are happening and the things that are about to happen.

Then he looked at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed and the man guarding her beside the bed.

Suddenly a thought popped into my head—

in case.

What if he does the same?

What if there was someone who was willing to stay by his side like this, or someone who was willing to stay by his side like this?

Find a partner.

marry.

Give birth.

Live an ordinary life.

How great.

Dong Yangping thought to himself.

He has more money than he can spend. The Dongyang family's assets are enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

He has sufficient strength. Even without magical power, he now possesses bioelectricity, which is more than enough to protect himself.

He could have ignored everything, gone abroad, found a beautiful place, bought a big house, married a gentle wife, had a few children, and lived a quiet life.

What world of cursed arts, what cursed spirits, what Gojo Satoru, what plot—

It has nothing to do with him.

He could easily have extricated himself from the situation.

Once the idea appeared, it grew wildly like weeds.

Yes.

Why do you have to stay here?

Why get involved in those dangerous things?

Why bother dealing with a monster like Gojo Satoru?

Why not just do it...?

"What are you thinking about?"

Shen'er's voice suddenly rang out.

Dong Yangping snapped out of his daze and found Shen Er staring at him.

"It's nothing," he said.

Shen Er remained silent for two seconds.

"You're trying to run away."