Doraemon for an imperfect world

"OK."

Doraemon nodded and said, "Are any of your family members hurt?"

"Ah, no, family and stuff..."

Sayaka turned back embarrassedly and said, "He was just a friend who grew up together. He was obviously a genius in violin, but due to an accident, he can no longer play the violin."

"I understand."

Doraemon nodded and said, "No problem. Take me to see him. If it's just nerve damage, it can be easily cured."

224

Chapter 224 Miracles and Science.

"This is it."

Sayaka came to a ward in the hospital, stood at the door and leaned against the wall and said, "Kamijo-kun has been very emotional since he was injured, so if possible, I hope to ask Doraemon to help heal him."

"give it to me."

Doraemon, wearing an invisibility cloak, said confidently.

After receiving Doraemon's affirmative answer, Sayaka gently pushed open the door of the ward, and Madoka and Asami followed lightly.

Inside the ward, a very handsome young man was staring aimlessly at the pale ceiling.

"It's Sayaka."

The boy's eyes rolled slightly, then he turned around and greeted politely.

"Well, I brought my friends to see you."

Sayaka asked, "Is your injury better?"

friend……

Kamijou Kyousuke turned his head away with some dissatisfaction.

She knew clearly that he might never be able to pick up the violin that he was so proud of again in his life, but she still brought it up and even brought her classmates with her. Even though she knew Sayaka's character, he still couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and thought, "Did she bring people here on purpose to laugh at me?"

"It's impossible to recover!"

Kamijou Kyousuke retorted in self-deprecation, "Forget recovery! I can't even feel it in my hand. The doctor himself said that unless a miracle happens, it's impossible to recover with modern technology! Sayaka knew that!"

"no!"

Sayaka instinctively wanted to argue, "I..."

"Let me do it."

Doraemon patted Sayaka's shoulder gently, then took off his invisibility cloak and said, "If modern technology doesn't work, why not try future technology?"

"You, who are you?"

"Nice to meet you. I'm a robot from the 22nd century."

Doraemon took out the doctor's suitcase and walked forward. "Don't worry, it's just nerve damage. It's nothing for my time."

"Wait, a robot?"

"Yes, Sayaka asked me to come here."

Doraemon looked at the results of the examination and took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Kamijou Kyousuke. "Drink this and you will be cured."

"Is this some kind of prank?"

Kamijou Kyousuke asked bitterly, "Even if you wanted to comfort me, do you really want me to imagine that a simple potion like this could heal my hand?"

"Understatement? No."

Doraemon advised, "Just like how penicillin used to cost dozens of times the price of gold, but in the 21st century it's now so cheap that anyone can afford it, benefiting more people at a lower price. That's the progress of science and technology. And even if it doesn't work, what's the harm in giving it a try?"

"I told you it's impossible to recover!"

Kamijou Kyousuke excitedly pushed Doraemon away and said, "Is it fun to make fun of me?"

Wait, doesn’t this feel like a doll costume?

Immersed in grief, Kamijou Kyosuke noticed something was wrong. Not to mention Doraemon's height, it was a question of how those chubby little hands could pick up the medicine bottle.

"Well, it's not that I can't understand it, but I still can't do anything about you."

Doraemon said, pulling out a magic lamp-like object from his pocket, pointing it at the boy on the bed and saying, "Kamijo Kyousuke."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy was sucked into the magic lamp uncontrollably.

Sayaka's eyes widened immediately "Kyosuke?"

"Don't worry, this item is called the Magic Lamp Without a Demon God. After sucking someone in, just be like this..."

As he spoke, Doraemon gently rubbed the outer wall of the magic lamp, and then Kamijou Kyousuke, whose lower body turned into smoke, flew out of the magic lamp.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master?"

"Turned into a ghost?"

Tomoe Mami said as she raised her hands to cover her mouth in shock.

"It's a demon, just like the famous Aladdin's lamp, but he can change back if you just make a wish."

Doraemon said as he walked forward and handed the potion to Kamijou Kyousuke, "Please drink this."

"Yes, my master."

Kamijou Kyousuke took the potion in a daze and drank it all. Then he suddenly woke up and his legs turned back into human shape.

Snapped--

The bottle of medicine fell to the ground and shattered into glass shards. Kamijou Kyousuke lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his right hand, which had just held the bottle. His fingers closed and then opened again.

"Great."

Sayaka walked over, shook Kamijou Kyousuke's hand, and said, "This way, Kyousuke can play the violin again, right?"

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Doraemon took out a broom and dustpan from his pocket and cleaned up the broken glass that Kamijou Kyousuke had just thrown on the ground and put it into a garbage bag while saying, "Miracles do exist, no matter what time it is."

"Cough cough."

Asami coughed softly a few times, then gently took Xiaoyuan's hand and said, "Let's go back first."

It's a bit inappropriate to continue with this atmosphere now.

Doraemon also silently followed Xiaoyuan out, then gently closed the door of the ward, ran to the corner of the hospital stairs and threw the glass shards into the trash can marked for medical waste.

"Why not just throw it into the trash can in the ward?"

Madoka asked curiously.

"Well, I'm just worried that someone might get their hand stabbed by the sharp glass while picking up the trash."

"I see."

Madoka looked as if she had suddenly realized something. "But Sayaka's behavior was indeed that, wasn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

Asami nodded as well, "It's really too obvious."

Doraemon squinted his eyes and did not participate in the girls' love conversation.

Back in Madoka's bedroom, just as Madoka stretched out on the bed, Doraemon suddenly said:

"By the way, Madoka, can you come with me for a moment?"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Just follow me anyway."

Doraemon said as he opened the door to the wallpaper room.

Although she was a little confused, Madoka still stood up and followed Doraemon inside.

Doraemon first closed the door carefully, then took out two mind-reading helmets and put them on his own head and Madoka's head respectively.

"What is this?"

Madoka asked, confused.

[This is a mind-reading helmet, a tool that allows you to sense the other person's thoughts without speaking, just like now.]

Doraemon first pointed to his tightly closed mouth, then looked at Madoka and thought:

[The reason I'm bringing this out is to remind you not to easily believe what Kyubey says.]

225

Chapter 225 Entropy and the Universe.

[Huh? Why?]

Xiaoyuan thought in confusion.

[Because when the relationship between witches and magical girls was brought up, the other party was clearly deliberately avoiding the question. Although it might be a bit too much to conclude that the other party is not a good person, I still think that some basic vigilance should be maintained.]

[But Kyubey is clearly helping humans fight against witches...]

"Well, let me tell you a story I personally experienced. Once upon a time, my friends and I found a legendary utopia. Three sages there created a light. As long as people bathed in that light, they would gradually become perfect. No matter how much they had previously been troublesome and bullying, as long as they bathed in that light, they would become understanding, friendly, and humble."

Doraemon crossed his arms and said very seriously.

Isn’t that great?

Xiaoyuan thought in confusion.

[But that was just a lie—the truth is that the light controls whoever it shines on, and that ideal city in the sky travels through the ages, leaving behind legends such as Dragon Palace, Peach Blossom Spring, and Shangri-La. But in reality, it was just luring innocent children to be used as its experimental subjects!]

So, Doraemon thinks Kyubey is also...

"Well, not really. I just hope you can have some basic vigilance. I'm not saying Kyubey is necessarily a bad person."

After saying that, Doraemon took off his helmet and put it back into his pocket. "Okay, let's go out."

"Ah."

Madoka opened the door with a heavy heart. As soon as she walked out of the wallpaper room, she saw Kyubey squatting on the desk and asked curiously, "What are you doing, Madoka, Doraemon?"

"Ah, this..."

As a good and well-behaved child, Xiaoyuan is obviously not good at lying.

"Nothing, nothing."

Doraemon waved his hands and said, "It's not something important."

"Ok."

Kyubey didn't delve into it, but simply swirled his tail in front of him and asked, "Doraemon said he was a robot that came back from the future, right? Could it be that humans have developed the technology to travel through time in just a hundred years?"

"I am indeed from the future," Doraemon nodded and said, "but I am from the future of another world."

"parallel world?"

Kyubey asked.

"It should be said that it is a little higher than the level of the parallel world."

Doraemon scratched his head and said, "I'm not really sure about the details."

"I see."

Kyubey said, "So you used the technology of time travel to go back to the past in order to avoid the irreversible increase of entropy?"

"Entropy increase?"

Xiaoyuan repeated the word in a daze.

For her, a junior high school student, this concept is too unfamiliar.

Doraemon was also confused for a moment. It had no idea why the other party's thoughts jumped so much, and why he suddenly jumped from world travel to entropy increase.

Seeing this, Kyubey had no choice but to explain.