I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

To be honest, perhaps in this two-dimensional world that has become three-dimensional, the various so-called plans of X-anime simply do not exist?

In the end, even that Ryuji guy hasn't appeared yet, has he?

In the real world, perhaps such an absurd special operations ward plan would not exist?

Kazuya Mitsuya could not deny his own conjecture.

He even hoped that this conjecture was true.

After chatting for a while, the two, who had both relaxed a bit, happily discussed trivial matters of life.

"First of all, I think it's extremely unreasonable to eat sashimi like this. Every year, thousands of people die in the Japanese archipelago due to parasites in freshwater fish sashimi." Kazuya Mitsuya spoke very seriously, as if he were talking about a topic that could be presented in academic papers: "The club I joined at the Osaka University School of Medicine was called the 'Go Die, Sashimi Parasite Club,' a club that was passionate about popularizing health knowledge and was very positive."

"But our club never gets recognition from others. Those Osaka people can't understand the joy of cooked fish. Whether it's Chinese grilled fish or British fried fish, they can perfectly present the deliciousness of fish. Raw fish is something that only barbarians who drink blood and eat raw meat would eat."

“When our club encounters people eating sashimi at a restaurant, we can’t help but go up to them and educate them, showing them the parasite eggs in the sashimi and pictures of these eggs after they have multiplied. We also list the number of deaths and the age distribution trends.”

Listening to Kazuya Mitsuya's rambling, Nanase Ren couldn't help but give an awkward but polite smile.

Explaining these things while others are eating sashimi is enough to make you disliked; if you encounter someone with a bad temper, it might even lead to a fight.

wrong....

She suddenly recalled the pictures she had seen in her parasitology class and realized that it was a miracle that Dr. Guanggu hadn't been beaten to death.

Just as she was thinking about how to politely remind Dr. Guanggu to avoid being targeted by enemies in the future, a patient walked in.

Nanase Ren quickly got up and stood behind Mitsuya Kazuya.

"Excuse me, is this the obstetrics and gynecology outpatient clinic?" a patient at the door asked politely.

Kotani Kazuya glanced at the screen briefly, then looked at the computer in front of him and nodded: "Yes, it's Ms. Igawa Asahi, right?"

"Yes, hello... Dr. Mitsutani." The woman, whose name was a combination of Japanese and Western names, looked to be in her early twenties. She had long, jet-black hair that reached her waist, and a graceful figure. She wore a tightly fitted yellow sweater and very tight trousers that accentuated her slightly voluptuous thighs.

"What part of you is uncomfortable?"

Kazuya Mitsuya began to habitually inquire about the situation.

"Um...I'm a little embarrassed," Asahi Igawa said politely, bowing slightly to Kazuya Mitsuya, "I didn't come here for Sei's medical treatment."

"???"

"I just heard from a friend that Dr. Guanggu, your massage techniques are quite unique, and I have some blockages in my body, so I would like to ask you to help me with a massage to improve blood circulation," said Igawa Asahi in a low voice, maintaining a slight bow.

Guang Guhe was visibly taken aback. He put down his pen, pushed his chair back slightly with some displeasure, and faced the stunningly beautiful woman directly.

"Madam, this is the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, not the Chinese Medicine Department. Please do not come to the wrong place."

Igawa Asagi was clearly taken aback. She straightened up somewhat awkwardly, seemingly not expecting Mitsuya Kazuya to refuse so decisively.

"I can offer your hospital a substantial sum of money, as long as it can alleviate my pain," she asked tentatively.

"Hmm? Pain?" Upon hearing this, Kazuya Mitsuya's gaze swept over the voluptuous woman who looked like a young married woman with interest. His voice carried a hint of sarcasm: "What kind of pain could a woman of this age possibly experience? Unless it's menstrual cramps or some infectious or CA-related disease, there's basically nothing to suffer from. From what you just said, the area you're in pain is probably your limbs and joints, right? A propertied woman like you, who never lifts a finger, even if it's a joint injury, it shouldn't be serious."

"For acute joint injuries, please go to the orthopedics department. For chronic joint injuries, please go to the Chinese medicine, rehabilitation, and pain management departments. If it is not a menstrual pain or gynecological problem, please do not bother me, thank you."

Kazuya Mitsuya's words did not make Asahi Igawa leave. She remained standing there, bowing slightly: "I have been to many departments, but I have only heard that the purple amulet is the most effective at Dr. Mitsuya's clinic."

Kazuya Mitsuya didn't answer, and the stalemate continued for a long time. Just as Nanase Ren couldn't help but want to say something to ease the atmosphere, Kazuya Mitsuya slowly stood up from his seat.

"You win. Tell me, which area is uncomfortable and needs my treatment."

With a bright smile, Igawa Asahi followed Mitsuya Kazuya to the treatment area and lay flat on the treatment bed.

Her full and beautiful figure filled the entire treatment bed, her graceful curves resembling mountain ranges, one wave rising and another never ceasing.

"I think I have a problem all over my body. Please have a doctor diagnose me."

Kazuya Mitsuya naturally didn't take Asahi Igawa's words seriously.

He swiftly activated the [Hand of Life] and gently placed it on Ikawa Asagi's waist, feeling her body.

Waves of pure life heat emanated from his palms and spread downwards, penetrating from his skin into his fascia, muscles, bones, and even deep into his cells.

"Um...."

Igawa Asahi softly murmured, "Doctor," her voice gentle and leisurely.

Her body, scarred by countless killings and destructions, was like parched land receiving rain or dry wood meeting a raging fire; it was instantly ignited by the life energy.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

She felt as if a wave of heat was penetrating her entire body from the wave board around her waist, moving upwards and downwards, inwards and outwards.

It transforms into flowing water and into body fluids.

It spread throughout the body.

That's amazing.

She secretly marveled to herself, realizing that this strange heat wave would not cause any harm to her body, so she relaxed and let the heat from Kazuya Mitsuya's palms spread all over her body.

Unaware that she was so engrossed in the massage, Kazuya Mitsuya was experiencing a profound emotional turmoil.

His Hand of Life is called the Hand of Life not only because it can repair bodily injuries and improve the body's internal circulation.

It also helps detect which organs or parts of the patient are in worse condition—this is so that the patient can better distribute the life energy they are outputting.

Just now, he also clearly saw that the seemingly plump and delicate woman in front of him had fair skin without any scars, but it was full of old wounds that could disfigure her and kill her hundreds of times over.

There were sword wounds, gunshot wounds, flame wounds, strong acid wounds, laceration wounds, and blunt force wounds.

Almost every imaginable injury has occurred to her body, yet now it is hidden beneath her delicate, fair skin, muscles, and fascia.

How is that possible?

This was the first thought that popped into Kazuya Mitsuya's mind.

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Then the second thought that popped into my head was...

The woman before me, who appears to be exceptionally beautiful, is not human.

To be precise, they might not be ordinary humans.

The palm, imbued with the power of life healing, still lingered on the back of this voluptuous woman.

Kazuya Mitsuya is well aware of the power of his skill; it makes people unconsciously immerse themselves in it and relax their mind and body.

So he couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Igawa."

"Call me Igawa. Although I have a fiancé, we are not married yet." Igawa Asahi lay sprawled on the treatment bed, her fair and smooth skin seemingly turning into a white liquid that overflowed in Mitsuya Kazuya's palm.

“Ms. Igawa,” Kazuya Mitsuya continued calmly, his hands still busy, “you do need to do some rehabilitation therapy. Your stiff muscles and fascia and bones with various aseptic inflammatory injuries are all being improved by my passive exercises, which can only provide temporary relief. You need to move around actively.”

"Plank exercises, bridge exercises... you can do them while sitting."

"Ugh! No time, in this dark city..." she mumbled in a daze, responding to Kazuya Mitsuya's words, uttering a word she'd never heard before.

But that was all. She quickly shut her mouth and changed her story: "I don't have time. There are things at home, things with my boyfriend, things about school etiquette, and things at work. It's all so chaotic. I simply can't spare a single spare moment."

"That's true, but clutter isn't that important in daily life. You still need to take better care of your health." Kazuya Mitsuya didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject, waiting for himself to calm down.

The words that had just been abruptly cut off stirred up a deep and turbulent emotion within him.

The term "dark city" seemed familiar to him; something familiar had reappeared.

He clearly remembered that the name he came up with in a fit of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) was from a scene in a famous adult anime.

At this thought, fragmented plots about this X-anime flooded into Kazuya Mitsuya's mind like a tidal wave.

"Anti-Demon Ninja?"

As he recalled the plot, his complexion grew increasingly worse.

Even the movements of their hands slowed down.

"What's wrong?" Noticing his movement, Igawa Asagi tilted her head back and asked softly, "Is there anything wrong with my body?"

Kazuya Mitsuya shook his head, indicating that the other person should sleep well, and then began to massage the other person's muscles and fascia step by step.

For the rest of the time, neither of them spoke. Although Kazuya Mitsuya was preoccupied, he did not slack off in his work, while Asahi Igawa continued to enjoy this rare moment of pleasure.

The treatment ended half an hour later.

After giving instructions on the subsequent treatment process, Igawa Asahi left the clinic feeling refreshed and satisfied.

At this point, Nanase Ren, who had been silently observing from the beginning, finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that comfortable?"

Kazuya Mitsuya sat back down, turned around with a smile, and asked, "Would you like to try it? For Ms. Nanase, it's free."

Although she was somewhat tempted, Nanase Ren shook her head—if it were after get off work, perhaps she could really consider it?

.......

As she left St. Juliana Hospital, Igawa Asagi's originally gentle and peaceful expression changed in an instant.

Her eyes held the murderous intent one would have when encountering something evil, as she made a phone call.

A short while later, a clear female voice came from over.

"So, is there anything unusual about this St. Juliana Hospital?"

“There is no evil aura, and it seems that no demons are in charge.” Igawa Asagi answered cautiously, “After looking around, I found some discordant places, but there was no real corruption or filth. So even if it is a place controlled by demons, it should only belong to a subordinate organization that is not very useful.”

"That's good, there's no need to worry about it too much."

“However, there is one point that I am concerned about.” Igawa Asahi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"what?"

"One of the doctors in the hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department seems to have unusual abilities."

"Oh, right." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to suddenly realize something, clapping its hands: "It seems the intelligence I gave you specifically mentioned that OB-GYN's 'hands,' what's wrong? Was there a problem with your observation?"

Igawa Asahi denied it: "No, on the contrary, his [hand] might have some positive effect on us. Although we suffer heavy losses in every battle against the Demon Ninja, we can easily recover from our injuries, so we don't take so-called hidden injuries seriously."

"But this time was different. The doctor's treatment really made me feel a long-lost feeling of comfort and warmth all over my body."

"Is it really that good?" The person on the other end of the phone couldn't believe it. As Igawa Asagi's liaison officer, she had met and known quite a few people with special abilities.

However, the power to heal the deformed bodies of the Demon Ninja is extremely limited.