Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Shinobu Kocho silently lit a candle for Sanemi in her heart.

The candle had burned down to half its original size when Shinobu Kocho, who was in the medicine preparation room mixing hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine, heard another loud noise coming from the Butterfly Mansion.

"Hey, Little Four-Eyes, where's the head of your Butterfly Mansion?"

"Oh, you've gone on a mission."

"And what about the second-in-command?"

"The dispensing room? I understand. I'll go back to the past myself."

With a clanging sound of footsteps, the door to the dispensing room was kicked open with a bang, and Shinobu Kocho, who was facing away from the door, had bulging veins on her forehead.

In comparison, Shinazugawa is definitely more polite than Yayoi.

"Where is that bastard Shinazugawa?"

Shinobu took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and answered Yayoi without turning her head, pounding the pestle in her hand with a loud "bang".

"I've been locked in the clinic by Lord Kagaya."

"Oh."

Yayoi turned and walked away, but after taking only two steps, she turned back.

"Xiao Ren, please prepare some medicine for me."

"What?"

"It's the kind of product that Kane gave me a few years ago. It works really well, but it hurts like crazy."

"..." Shinobu Kocho was speechless for a moment. She put down the pestle and the dried herbs that had been reduced to rubble, and looked at Yayoi suspiciously: "Is that guy really your fiancé?"

"It's all included," Yayoi said, patting her chest as a guarantee.

"No." Shinobu Kocho shook her head, her blunt criticism tumbling out, "Like an enemy."

"How can you talk like that, child?"

You may doubt Shinobu's temper, but please don't doubt her professional skills.

Within minutes, two bottles were handed to Yayoi.

"Why are there two bottles?" Yayoi looked down at the things in her hand. Since there were no labels, she couldn't tell which one she wanted.

"One for external use."

"And the other one? Orally?" Yayoi asked casually.

“No,” Shinobu Kocho said, waving her index finger, “the other one is also for external use.”

What a load of nonsense! What's wrong with saying both bottles are for external use? What rules would it break and get me banned?

“You’re just saying that for nothing.” Yayoi stuffed the two bottles into her pocket. “These two bottles contain the same thing.”

"No, it makes a water sound when you shake it; it's for cleaning wounds," Shinobu Kocho explained.

"The one without the water sound is the plaster, the one you want."

"Oh." Yayoi took a bottle out of her pocket, shook it in her hand, and sure enough, there was a sound of water.

"Do I really have to use this to rinse the wound? Can't I just use plain water?"

"That's different, this hurts more."

Yayoi changed her mind so quickly that Shinobu Kocho was caught off guard: "Then let's use this one. Listening to the doctor is always the right thing to do."

Satisfied, Yayoi strolled to the door of the clinic with the two bottles in hand, kicked it open, and saw the two brothers sitting in opposite corners of the room.

"What's wrong? You two broke up?"

"No."

Sanemi, who had been living in constant fear, finally felt relieved when he saw Yayoi.

He actually went to tell Yayoi! Does Tadachika Kamino have nothing better to do?

"I heard you, a piece of trash, went on a mission and ended up with a bunch of injuries?"

"I don't have any injuries... just a few minor wounds, which are almost healed..." Sanemi whispered, trying to prove his innocence.

Who knows how Kuang Jin's gossipy raven relayed the message to Yayoi.

"Take it off."

Sanemi was a little confused, wondering if he had just experienced tinnitus and misheard Yayoi's instructions.

"……what?"

"What? Do I have to do it myself?" Yayoi's face was full of impatience. She crossed her arms and squinted at Sanemi.

"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" Sanemi asked somewhat uncertainly, her hand already on the belt buckle.

"Otherwise what? Would I let you take your pants off here?"

"I'm not that depraved."

"Hey, no..." For a moment, Kuang Jin didn't know whether to cover his eyes or his ears.

These two are really acting like they're part of the family!

As Sanemi was about to take off his shirt as Yayoi had instructed, Kurokin, who had seen Sanemi shirtless more than once, felt uneasy.

"Uh... since Yayoi, you're here, then this kid is yours to take care of."

"I have something to do, so I'll head back now."

“Hmm,” Yayoi said without turning her head, “Just give it to me, and I’ll make sure to discipline this good-for-nothing who doesn’t know how to take care of his body.”

After much hesitation, Kuang Jin managed not to cover his ears in front of Yayoi. He gave a dry laugh to appease her, then left the consultation room as fast as he could.

Good heavens, thank goodness I walked fast, or I would have become part of their play again!

Chapter 90: It's hard to tell if this is treatment or torture.

In the short time it took to turn around and close the door, outsiders saw that Sanemi, who was reluctant to take off his shirt, had stripped his upper body completely naked.

His muscle definition was absolutely amazing, which made Yayoi unable to resist giving Sanemi a lewd whistle.

After blowing, he realized that what he did seemed a bit inappropriate, so he raised his hand to his lips and coughed lightly twice.

"Who the hell are you trying to seduce?"

"you."

"Hmph—" Yayoi scoffed, looking down at Sanemi with a cold and disdainful gaze. "Who do you think you are? Someone like you think you can seduce me?"

“If Yayoi could remove your hand from my chest, this statement would be more convincing.”

Sanemi tilted his head back and looked at Yayoi, a helpless smile in his eyes.

"Also, try not to look at those picture books during your breaks, they'll damage your brain."

"Mind your own business!"

Yayoi was a little annoyed. This little white-haired girl was like a block of wood. She knew what kind of secret manual she was looking at, but she didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Shouldn't he be trembling slightly, avoiding eye contact with shyness, and saying "I dare not..." in a pitiful tone?

"What can you feel through bandages? I'm here to take off your bandages." Yayoi found a perfect excuse for her groping behavior.

Sanemi pursed her lips repeatedly before suppressing the urge to smile. "Oh, it was because my thoughts were a bit dirty. I misunderstood you. I'm sorry."

"It's good to know."

With only two bottles of medicine in her pocket, Yayoi wanted to maintain her high-class image, so she went through all the necessary procedures.

I washed my hands by the sink, then took out a tray, gauze, and a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet.

If the medicine Xiaoren prepares isn't strong enough, this stuff can be used as a backup.

This stuff is used to clean wounds, it hurts so much!

Carrying a bunch of bottles and jars, Yayoi returned to Sanemi's side with the tray and kicked Sanemi's shin.

"Go, go sit on the bed."

"Isn't it the same if I sit on a chair and you sit on the bed?" Sanemi didn't understand why Yayoi insisted on sitting on the hospital bed.

"What do you know? I'm the doctor now. What you need to do is strictly follow my orders, understand?"

"I understand~" Sanemi thought that Yayoi wanted to immerse herself in the joy of practicing medicine without a license again, so she obediently cooperated.

As Yayoi unwrapped the bandages, she got annoyed with herself halfway through and simply cut them open with scissors, violently removing them altogether.

No wonder Kuang Jin was so angry.

The wound was right in his heart. If Sanemi had dodged any slower, and if that lower string had exerted any more force, Sanemi would have been wearing a halo and going to report to his father.

"Wow, you're pretty awesome, you're still alive."

The gruesome, bloody wounds before her eyes did not cause Yayoi any discomfort. She bent down and stared with great interest at the scratches on Sanemi's chest, examining them closely.

"It's not very serious, it's already started to heal."

"Is that so?" Yayoi looked up at Sanemi with a half-smile.

The close-up beauty overload made Sanemi blush.

"Um……"

"hiss--"

While my head was still spinning, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Looking down, I saw that Yayoi, that heartless person, had placed her hand on it, her thumb digging into the wound.

The wound, which hadn't been bleeding much, suddenly started gushing blood from the finger Yayoi had stuck in.

"Is this what you call healing?" Yayoi's lips curled up, but her eyes were filled with anger. "The wound wasn't even properly cleaned. They just slapped a tattered bandage on it and waited for the blood to clot?"

"I was wrong." Sanemi apologized in a flash.

Apologizing may not be helpful in this situation, but not apologizing will definitely lead to disaster.

"What happened? Don't tell me you've really become a useless piece of trash, running into a Lower Moon and getting all these injuries?"

"Or did you encounter a beautiful female ghost who was one-thousandth as beautiful as me, and then you were ambushed in the blink of an eye?"