Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Dog Roll's Adam's apple bobbed, and after nodding, he typed on his phone: "Then five days."

"Okay." The male doctor turned a page in the medical record. "Next."

The female doctor walked up to the scepter.

Zhang Huzhang voluntarily stretched out both hands; the redness and swelling had spread from the knuckles to the metacarpals, and fine bruises could be vaguely seen under the skin.

The female doctor pinched his knuckles, but Huzhang didn't say anything.

"The fracture is very shallow, so you don't need a cast. Apply ice for two days and don't clench your fist."

"Can't I practice boxing for two days?" Huzhang asked.

"No."

The corners of Huzhang's mouth drooped down slightly.

The female doctor didn't look at his expression, turned around, took three ice packs from the tray, stacked them, and placed them in his palm.

Kamo had his blood drawn for a quick blood gas analysis, and his face turned even paler than before, even though he was already slightly anemic.

The female doctor placed the test tube into the instrument, waited a while, and then glanced at the reading.

"It's just normal anemia. The iron supplements are in the cabinet outside; go get them yourself."

Kamo nodded, stood up, walked over, and opened the cabinet door.

The male doctor walked to Fu Hei's bedside, and Fu Hei opened his eyes.

The male doctor scanned Fu Hei's entire body with a spell power detector, and the probe of the instrument beeped on his abdomen.

"There are residual cursed substances in your body, which have become inactive. They will be metabolized on their own. You just need to rest for a while."

Fu Hei removed his fingers from his abdomen.

The male doctor put the detector into his white coat pocket and turned to the panda. The panda had already stretched out its arm, and the crack extended from its shoulder to its wrist, with a very clean cross-section.

"Can I change the color of the thread?" the panda asked.

The male doctor glanced at him through his glasses, took the thickest roll of suture thread from the cabinet, and began threading the needle.

The line was black. The panda looked down at it and sighed.

Chapter 71 Preparing for Cleanup

The female doctor walked up to Mashiro and glanced at the cut on her face. She took out a flashlight from her pocket and shone it on her face.

"It's already healed. No need to worry about it."

"Mm." Mashiro nodded.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor; it was more than one person.

People from the Kyoto school came in.

Miwa Kasumi walked at the front, holding three bottles of sports drinks in her hand.

"I've bought you drinks."

The mechanical ball followed behind her, its mechanical structure emitting a faint grinding sound as it moved.

Nishimiya Momo was the last to enter. She glanced around the room and said with a hint of apology, "Are you badly injured? We were isolated outside."

"It's alright, nothing's wrong," Maki said, leaning against the window.

Sanlun placed the sports drink on the bedside table and paused for a moment when he saw Huzhang's swollen fingers.

"Is your hand alright?"

"Just apply an ice pack." Itachi took a bottle of drink and unscrewed the cap with one hand.

Sanlun watched him twist the bottle cap with one hand and his lips twitched.

Machine Maru walked up to Kamo and stopped in front of him.

Kamo turned around from in front of the cabinet, holding a bottle of iron supplement in his hand.

Their eyes met briefly, and Mech Maru pointed to the spot on his wrist with the finger of his prosthetic body.

"How much blood was lost?"

"It won't affect the event," Kamo said.

"That's quite a lot."

Kamo did not answer. Kaikimaru didn't press further, and instead stepped back to stand against the wall.

Dog Roll held up his phone screen for the tricycle to see; it read, "It will take five days for your throat to heal."

After watching the three-wheeled vehicle, he gave him a thumbs-up. Gou Juan nodded and typed a message on his phone: "I'll treat you to milk tea later."

"Okay, okay."

Momo stood by Fushiguro's bedside for a moment. Fushiguro remained unresponsive with his eyes closed. She turned to look at Maki. "Is he asleep?"

"Close your eyes and rest," Maki said.

“That means you don’t want to talk.” Nishimiya Momo turned around and sat down next to the tricycle.

Gojo Satoru straightened up from the door frame.

He clapped his hands twice, not loudly, but everyone in the room stopped what they were doing after he clapped.

"Alright, let's get down to business." His tone remained relaxed.

"There were three enemies in today's invasion. The Special Class was eliminated by Hisajin Todo Mashiro in collaboration with him."

He held up one finger at a time.

"The real person's clone was also killed by Mashiro and me. The original person probably didn't go to the high school and is still outside providing backup. The person who cast the spell on the tent has been taken back for questioning by Principal Rakuganji."

He put his hands back in his pockets, his hair dangling in front of his eye mask.

"Today's ranking match will be postponed for another day. Everyone go back and rest now. Those who can attend class will attend as scheduled tomorrow."

Pupil slid off the bed, removed the ice pack from his fingers, and placed it on the tray.

He walked to Fu Hei's bedside and glanced down. Fu Hei opened his eyes and looked at him.

"I'm leaving, I'm going back."

Fu Hei sat up in bed, bracing himself against the wall with his hands as his feet touched the floor.

He looked down at his abdomen.

"Is that still inside your body?" Hadji asked.

"It's been removed." Fu Hei shook his head and stood up. "I just feel a little uncomfortable."

The students from the Kyoto school also stood up one after another.

Maki left the window frame and stopped as she walked past Fushiguro.

"Youyun, put it in your shadow for now. Take it yourself next time you need it."

Fushiguro glanced at her, nodded, and said, "Okay, thank you, Maki-senpai."

"Why be so polite?"

Maki waved and walked out the door.

The panda followed behind her, its stitched arms swinging at its sides, the black stitches standing out against its white fur.

Before leaving, the tricycle delivered the last bottle of sports drink to Mashiro.

Mashiro glanced at her, nodded, and said, "Thank you."

Sanlun turned around and smiled. He almost bumped into the door frame as he walked out the door, but was pulled back by Xigong Tao.

The male and female doctors pushed the equipment cart out of the medical room and nodded as they passed by.

The door closed gently behind them, leaving only Mashiro and Gojo Satoru in the room.

Gojo Satoru walked to the window; the birds outside had stopped chirping.

He took his hand out of his pocket and placed it on the windowsill, his back to Mashiro.

"The security in the storage room was changed last week," he said casually.

Mashiro sat down in the chair, waiting for this sentence.

"The tent on the playground refuses you entry, and the security measures in the storage room are just for show. There's a mole among the higher-ups."

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru tapped his fingers twice on the windowsill. "There's someone cooperating from upstairs."

Mashiro didn't answer immediately. This was beyond what the mechanical mace could do; there must be some higher-ups involved, including Misaki Saki.

"It seems that a purge of the upper echelons needs to be put on the agenda." Mashiro's tone turned cold.

"Ah, this is getting more and more outrageous." It seems that Gojo Satoru is no longer planning to take things slowly like before.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand from the windowsill, turned around, and leaned his back against the window frame.

The corners of his mouth no longer had their usual casual curve.

"The higher-ups are completely rotten."

Mashiro didn't respond; Gojo Satoru rarely spoke in that tone.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked.

“I was planning to investigate slowly before.” Gojo Satoru pushed his blindfold up his nose. “But now that I think about it, it doesn’t really matter whether we investigate or not. There’s more than one person like this in the higher-ups.”

"So you're planning to just clean it up directly."

"Yeah, let's take our time after we finish the barbecue." Gojo Satoru put his hands back in his pockets, his tone becoming relaxed again. "We'll look for them one by one. Anyone who can stand in front of me without feeling guilty will pass the test."

Mashiro chuckled at his words: "Are you sure they can stand in front of you without batting an eye?"

“There should be none at all, which is why it’s interesting.” Gojo Satoru tilted his head. “The guilty ones will make the first move, and the first one to make the first move is the first person I look for.”

Mashiro did not answer immediately.

This plan is not perfect, but he can sense the slightest fluctuations in magical power. Six Eyes is the most direct lie detector in front of people.

No one in the upper echelons is stronger than him; the reason he didn't take action before was simply because he was still willing to follow the proper procedures.