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

"It's more interesting when things go off-topic. You guys were fighting like madmen just now, why not talk about something lighter now?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face.

Maki didn't say anything more. She patted Fushiguro Megumi, took Yuuki off her waist, and threw it into his shadow.

Fushiguro Megumi was about to scold her for ordering the wounded around, but when she moved, she aggravated her wound and groaned twice without saying a word.

Seeing this, the panda laughed and carried Fuhei back on its back.

Kamo reached out to Inu-maki, who waved his hand, stood up, took out his phone from his pocket, typed a message, and showed it to Kamo.

If you can't walk, I can support you.

Kamo glanced down, his face darkening, and replied, "No need."

Dog Scroll typed another line, but Kamo had already walked forward and didn't read it.

Huzhang looked at the joints on his hand, where the redness and swelling had subsided somewhat, and moved them around a couple of times.

"Does your finger not hurt anymore?" Mashiro walked over to his side.

"There's still a little bit left, but it's much better than before." Huzhang spread out his palm to show her.

The skin on his hands began to recover and regain its color, and the swelling in his joints subsided considerably.

No wonder he's a super athlete; his recovery ability is amazing.

Mashiro patted his hand: "Your finger only swelled up this much after firing seven Black Flashes. It's already very good."

"Hiss." Itadori shook his hand and chuckled, "Toudou said my first shot was perfect."

"When a guy like him praises someone, he's telling the truth."

Itadori nodded, took the ice pack from Gojo Satoru, and pressed it back onto his fingers.

He followed the panda forward, and after a few steps, he looked back at the riverbank.

The scorch marks on the rubble were still there, but the remains of the flower had been completely washed away by the water.

It's good to have improved our strength, but we shouldn't be complacent.

As Itari looked at Mashiro walking ahead of him, he secretly made up his mind.

We need to become stronger, strong enough to protect everyone, otherwise we'll regret it sooner or later.

Gojo Satoru walked slowly in the middle of the group.

He glanced sideways at the pensive Huzhang, then at Fuhei lying on the panda's back, before turning his gaze back to the front.

It seems they've all grown from this battle, so there's no need for him to worry too much.

On the way back to the medical room, Dog Roll kept typing on his phone to communicate with Kamo.

Kamo walked beside him, and every time Inujuku raised his screen, he would glance down at it and then reply with a blank expression.

The panda walking in front turned its head and spoke to Fuhei on its back: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry," Fu Hei said with his eyes closed.

I'm hungry.

"...Then why are you asking me?"

"I'm trying to whet your appetite."

Fu Hei didn't reply. To be honest, he was a little hungry after expending so much energy.

Gojo Satoru overheard their conversation from behind: "Whether it's barbecue or sukiyaki, it's up to you. The teacher said he'd treat, and he won't go back on his word."

"Mr. Gojo, you said you'd treat us last time, but Ms. Shoko withheld the bill," Panda said, turning around.

"That was an accident. That time, Shoko insisted on paying."

She said you only had three hundred yen in your wallet.

"What do you know?" Gojo Satoru pulled his hand out of his pocket and waved it. "Three hundred yen is also a token of sincerity."

Mashiro looked at him and couldn't help but retort, "Then your sincerity is simply not enough."

"That's why I said another day." Gojo Satoru smiled.

Tiger Stick, watching them from behind, chuckled.

He switched the ice pack to his other hand, and his steps became much lighter.

Mashiro walked beside him, her senses spreading outwards.

There were no remaining traces of the cursed spirits in the surrounding woods. Hua Yu's cursed power had completely dissipated, and the traces of the tent had also disappeared.

She was thinking about what Gojo Satoru had just said.

Itadori turned around and looked at Mashiro, whom he had overtaken: "Mashiro-neechan, why are you walking so slowly?"

"Thinking about something." Mashiro quickened her pace to catch up with him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What do you want for dinner?"

Itadori laughed: "Gojo-sensei said he's treating us to barbecue, are you in?"

"I didn't object in the first place, but isn't that next week's event?"

"Well, that means we can think about what we want for the barbecue in advance." Itajimaru switched the ice pack to one hand. "I want to eat beef tongue."

Mashiro glanced at him: "You did this on purpose?"

"Hehe, Mashiro-nee should try it too, it's really delicious."

I don't eat offal.

"Huh? You really aren't going to eat it?"

"I said I wouldn't eat, and I won't."

......

When we arrived at the medical room, the door was wide open.

Two doctors on duty were organizing instruments inside when they heard footsteps. One of them looked up.

The male doctor wore glasses and had a pen tucked into the pocket of his white coat.

The female doctor turned around from in front of the cabinet, holding a stack of disinfectant wipes in her hand.

"Come in, everyone." The male doctor pushed his glasses up and glanced at everyone. "Sit on the beds, don't crowd, those who are seriously injured should speak first."

The panda placed Fuhei on the bed against the wall.

Fu Hei opened his eyes, glanced around the ceiling of the medical room, and then closed them again.

Huzhang found a bed, sat down, and pressed the ice pack on his finger tightly again.

The others simply found a seat.

Mashiro leaned against the door frame and glanced around the room.

Gojo Satoru was the last to come in. He stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, without going inside.

The male doctor walked up to Dog Roll, pried open his mouth, and shone a flashlight on him.

"My vocal cords are severely congested. They can recover if I don't speak for five days, but if I do speak, it will take another three days."

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

"Okay." The male doctor turned a page in the patient's 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 shallow, so no cast is needed. Apply ice for two days and avoid clenching your fist."

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

"cannot."

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?" Panda asked.

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

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