Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

It wasn't that Sanemi insisted on concluding that it was a corpse, but judging from the blood all over the ground, the person lying there certainly couldn't have survived.

After losing consciousness, Yayoi was unable to control her abdominal muscle contractions and was stabbed through, bleeding continuously from the bloody hole.

Sanemi squatted down next to Yayoi, picked up some firewood, and poked Yayoi.

no response.

He reached out and checked Yayoi's breathing.

Yes, but very faint.

"Sanemi, is she still alive?"

Shizu followed and stood behind Sanemi, asking softly.

Sanemi wanted to tell her mother that the unlucky guy was dead, so that her mother wouldn't take this burden back out of kindness.

This person is covered in wounds. If he can be cured, all will be well; if not, he will not escape death.

Medical expenses won't be refunded just because someone dies.

The family is already struggling financially.

"Sanemi?"

“She…” Sanemi hesitated for a moment, then turned her face away, “She’s still breathing.”

"Shall we take her to the clinic?"

It was exactly as Sanemi had predicted.

Upon hearing Sanemi say that the person was still alive, Shizu did not hesitate to take the dying little girl to the clinic.

"But Mom, she's dying."

"And all of his wounds are fatal; what if he has some kind of enemy..."

“Sanemi.” Shizu interrupted Sanemi, squatted down to look Sanemi in the eye, “As a mother, I simply cannot bear to watch a child about your age die in front of me.”

"I understand, Mom."

Sanemi stopped Shizu's hand from reaching for Yayoi. "Let me do it, Mom."

Just as he was about to pick Yayoi up, he realized that she was wearing a dress, and that touching her directly would damage her reputation.

Sanemi took off his coat and covered Yayoi's legs with it, then picked Yayoi up horizontally through the coat.

Tsk, wearing a skirt in this cold weather, looks like a rich kid.

I really hope she survives.

This way, the medical expenses can be repaid.

The poor fear getting sick the most. They can't afford to go to the doctor. The money for a prescription can buy a family a week's worth of rice.

This is the second time Sanemi has set foot in this place.

The last time was two years ago when my mother gave birth to Tiger, and she suffered a severe hemorrhage. Sanemi had no other choice but to seek medical help.

Dr. Watanabe did not charge Sanemi any consultation fee that time. He only asked Sanemi to come and collect herbs in the mountains a few times for free, thus paying for his services with his labor.

"Alright, the wounds have been treated and bandaged." Dr. Watanabe applied hemostatic powder to Yayoi's wounds and bandaged them up.

Shizu and Sanemi didn't recognize the bottles and jars on the workbench, but they knew that these effective medicines must be expensive.

"Um... Dr. Watanabe, how much is the consultation fee? Could you pay me a portion first, and we can pay the rest gradually?"

Shizu blushed slightly as she said this, remembering her husband Shinazugawa Kyogo's reputation, and hurriedly assured him, "We will definitely repay it in full, and we will not delay for long."

Dr. Watanabe, without looking up, replied to Shizu while packing up the topical medication and oral blood-tonifying herbs.

"No need. I will settle the consultation fee at Wisteria House. You don't need to pay it in advance."

He handed the packaged medicinal herbs to Zhijin.

"Lady Shinazugawa, if possible, could you please take care of this young lady for the next few days?"

Zhijin took the large bag of medicinal herbs, somewhat bewildered, and nodded blankly, "Of...of course."

Watanabe adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your help."

"Also, have you two seen this young lady's sword?"

"It must have fallen at the alley entrance. I'll go look for it later," Sanemi said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sanemi."

After seeing off Shizu, who was carrying medicine, and Sanemi, who was holding Yayoi, Watanabe closed the clinic door again.

Watanabe had long ago identified Yayoi's identity by the style of her uniform, as she was frequently commissioned by the Wisteria House to treat the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps.

As for why Yayoi wasn't handed over to the Wisteria House for care?

the reason is simple.

As a neighbor, I have witnessed firsthand how difficult life was for Mrs. Shinazugawa and her seven children.

Rescuing a Demon Slayer Corps member and caring for him for a few days would likely earn a substantial reward, enough to provide the orphaned mother and her child with a period of stability.

Watanabe was just a doctor; that was all he could do.

……

It's pretty much the same as what Mr. Watanabe told me.

As expected, Yayoi, whom I had just brought home, developed a high fever, and her whole body was burning hot.

"Brother, will this sister die?" Genmi squatted down next to Sanemi, resting his chin on his hand and staring intently at Yayoi.

It's beautiful, like the expensive Persian cat belonging to the Yuan family.

Xuanmi didn't know how to describe this feeling. In little Xuanmi's eyes, that kitten was the most beautiful thing ever.

"I don't know." Sanemi removed the wet towel from Yayoi's forehead, soaked it in a basin of water, and used it to wipe Yayoi's arms and neck to cool her down.

Feeling sorry for her mother who had worked all day, Sanemi urged her to rest early and took over the task of taking care of Yayoi herself.

Sanemi wet the towel again, wrung out most of the water, and draped it over Yayoi's forehead once more.

"Alright, Genya, it's getting late, you should go to sleep too." Sanemi rubbed Genya's head and urged him.

"Okay, brother. Go to sleep early too." Xuanmi obediently replied and got up to walk towards the inner room.

"Mm." Sanemi smiled gently at Genya and watched him enter the inner room to rest with his mother, Sumi, and the others.

There was only one set of bedding in the outer room, which belonged to Sanemi.

At this moment, Yayoi, who is in a coma, is conscripted.

Only Sanemi and Yayoi remained in the outer room; it was very quiet.

Sanemi sat cross-legged beside the bed, looking at the object that looked like both a knife and a sword standing against the wall.

Sanemi lowered her eyes in thought, then shifted her gaze to Yayoi's face. After a few seconds, she realized that staring at the unfamiliar girl's face was somewhat presumptuous, so she quickly looked away and dared not look again.

After bringing her home and wiping the dirt off Yayoi's face, she was surprised to realize that the girl she and her mother had rescued was very beautiful.

Her hair color was beautiful, and her skin was very fair. She looked like a young lady from a wealthy family in town, and she seemed very delicate.

She appears to be a swordsman.

Sanemi guessed.

While wiping Yayoi's arm, Sanemi noticed the thin calluses on Yayoi's hand.

It must have been left from years of holding a knife.

What exactly happened to her? How could she have suffered such serious injuries?

Chapter 13 Who do you think you are to try and steal my mother?

Yayoi was unconscious for two whole days.

During her coma, Yayoi kept having dreams in which a woman with indistinct features was gently taking care of her.

Yayoi also had this dream when she was a child.

"Mother……"

When Yayoi opened her eyes, she was met with Shizu's gentle face; the woman in her dream who had no features now had a face.

Shizu put down the medicine bowl and said gently to Yayoi, "Child, you're finally awake."

Having promised Dr. Tobe that he would take good care of Yayoi, Shizu hasn't gone out to work these past few days, staying by Yayoi's side without leaving her side.

Yayoi didn't reply, staring intently at Shizu, tears streaming down her face.

"Mother."

Shizu assumed that Yayoi had just woken up, was in a lot of pain, missed her mother, and had tears welling up in her eyes.

Without correcting Yayoi's incorrect address, he wiped away the tears rolling down Yayoi's cheeks, affectionately patted the top of Yayoi's head, and comforted her:

"Don't be afraid, child, Mommy is here."

Yayoi reached out and placed her hand on Shizu's hand, looked up, gently rubbed her cheek against Shizu's palm, and whispered:

"Mother……"

"Mom, Shoumei said she's awake?"

Huh? Someone else is trying to steal my mom? I'd like to see which one is short-lived.

Yayoi immediately became alert, propped herself up on the mattress, and looked toward the source of the sound.

Sanemi had just returned from the docks, where he had spent the morning unloading goods and earned some money.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for the family to have a few full meals.

Yayoi looked at the boy in front of her. He had white hair, large eyes with small pupils, and upturned corners, like a cat.

She doesn't look like her mother at all; she's obviously adopted.

You dare to try and steal my mom? You're overestimating yourself!

Yayoi narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Sanemi thought that Yayoi had aggravated her wound and was in pain, so she turned around and went into the inner room to bring out another pillow for Yayoi.