Muzan: I Am a Doctor

Chapter 9: Muzan: I am a Doctor

Muzan offered a polite smile. "I am a doctor. I heard your wife is ill?"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but eye Muzan with suspicion. Muzan was simply too suspicious. Not to mention he had never seen the person before him, Muzan showing up so late at night was already very strange.

But seeing his wife's condition worsening, her body terrifyingly weak, he didn't want to give up even on what seemed like an impossible hope.

So, he hurriedly and politely welcomed Muzan inside. "Please, come in quickly."

Muzan was led to Tamayo's bedside. Tamayo lay on the bed, her face contorted in pain, her complexion pale, sweat beads trickling down her forehead. She weakly turned her eyes towards the two of them, her gaze filled with unwillingness and reluctance, struggling to open her mouth as if to say something.

Her husband hurried to hold her hand, then looked at Muzan, who had followed them in.

"Doctor, my wife, she..."

Muzan feigned seriousness as he walked to Tamayo's bedside. His expression grew grave. After a moment, he looked at her husband, his face deeply solemn and heavy.

This made Tamayo's husband's heart sink. He hurriedly asked:

"Doctor, is there any hope for my wife?"

Muzan sighed. "She can be saved, but it's very troublesome. It requires my unique secret recipe, but it needs to be kept confidential."

"Confidential?" he subconsciously repeated, hesitating for a moment, then quickly nodded. "I'll leave now!"

Saying this, he hurriedly exited the house and closed the door, afraid of delaying the treatment.

Confirming he had left, Muzan looked again at Tamayo on the bed, so weak she could barely speak. Her emaciation made her lose her beauty, and she even seemed to have aged significantly.

She looked at Muzan with hopeful eyes.

Muzan looked down at the woman on the bed. "I can let you live, but there is a great price."

Tamayo struggled to open her mouth, emitting a faint sound from her throat, as if indicating she was willing to pay any price.

"Don't rush. The way to live is to become a demon. Do you confirm?"

Muzan knew Tamayo would agree. Just like in the original story, she was willing to pay anything to watch her child grow up.

As expected, upon hearing this, Tamayo's expression showed no hesitation. She looked at Muzan with urgency.

"If you agree, then close your eyes."

Hearing this, Tamayo slowly closed her eyelids. Her weak, pale face held a hint of worry and hope.

Muzan extended his long fingernail and pierced it into Tamayo's head.

"Ugh—" The momentary pain stimulated Tamayo, causing her to open her mouth and let out a hoarse cry of pain. But due to her weakness, her voice was extremely faint.

Muzan withdrew his finger and watched Tamayo writhe violently, clutching her head. She was almost curled up like a shrimp on the bed.

Muzan didn't know why, but when he bestowed his blood upon others, he liked to stab them in the head with a fingernail, or use a whip end that turned into a blade and insert it into their heads.

It must be the Scum Boss's habit!

It had nothing to do with him!

Finally, the pain caused by Muzan's blood gradually subsided. Tamayo lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, her gaze flickered towards Muzan.

The moment she became a demon, she also realized many things.

For example, the person before her was the legendary, cruel, merciless, and cannibalistic Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji. Her life, thoughts, and even her body were now controlled by him.

She was now a minion of the Demon King...

Whether it was fear, unwillingness, or a sigh of relief after surviving, Tamayo slowly sat up from the bed, seemingly accepting the painful future that awaited her.

To watch her child and accompany her husband, she would become a rat lurking in the gutters, dependent on eating humans, and would slaughter innocents for the despicable and cruel Demon King...

She didn't know if her husband and child would despise her if they knew she was a man-eating demon, but thinking of being able to spend more time with her child, Tamayo accepted reality.

This was her choice, merely a fall from grace.

There was nothing to lament, no need to be so dramatic.

Muzan watched Tamayo's expression shift from worry to determination, and he was speechless.

I haven't even asked you to do anything yet!

As someone from the feudal era of Japan, who respected hierarchy, Tamayo, after accepting her identity, climbed down from the bed and knelt before Muzan, bowing her head respectfully.

"My lord."

Muzan discovered something: everyone he turned into a demon quickly adapted to their new identity.

"Alright, get up."

But Tamayo remained kneeling. Mustering her courage, she was about to say something when she heard the Demon King Muzan impatiently say:

"You should go be with your children, do whatever you want. I'm not forcing you to do anything."

What did he even think he was?

He wasn't the Scum Boss. On the contrary, he was a boss who cared for his employees and was kind to others.

"Alright, get up quickly. There's no need to kneel at every turn. Also, don't go around eating people randomly. Go after the bandits around here or whatever."

Muzan's words greatly pleased Tamayo. While she could have abandoned her conscience to survive, it was naturally better not to be forced into evil. Moreover, it seemed the Demon King actually possessed a kind heart?

He had specifically instructed her not to eat people indiscriminately?

Muzan glanced at her, and Tamayo quickly lay back down on the bed, feigning illness.

It was best to keep her transformation into a demon a secret from her children and husband.

Muzan walked over and opened the door, only to see Tamayo's husband pacing anxiously outside. As soon as he saw Muzan open the door, he rushed over, "Doctor, how is my wife?"

"The root of her illness has been removed, but she is still very weak. She'll be fine with some rest."

Muzan adjusted his sleeves and moved to leave, but Tamayo's husband quickly called out to him, "Your payment!"

"No need."

Muzan left without looking back, exuding an air of a master, much like a highly skilled physician who was indifferent to fame and fortune and possessed a benevolent heart.

Tamayo's husband watched Muzan's retreating back, his eyes filled with admiration.

As Muzan's figure faded from view, he rushed into the room, his face full of concern, "Tamayo, how are you feeling?"

After summoning his personal assistant, Jikou, Muzan resumed his journey in search of amusement.

He roamed around at night, and during the day, he would hide away in inns or lodge with people, either copying the Blood Demon Arts of his subordinates or quietly reading.

Medical books, novels, literature, religion, even mathematics books—no matter the genre, he would read them carefully several times.

There was really nothing fun to do, and he was so bored that he could even read math books.

After all, in this era, books were precious. It was good enough to have something to read; one couldn't be picky.

As for finding the Blue Spider Lily, although he really wanted to find it, he couldn't rush it.

As for the Clear World, Muzan felt as if he had touched upon something, yet also as if he understood nothing at all.

As time passed, this era became increasingly chaotic, with more wars breaking out. His subordinate demons, it could be said, did not live up to his "guidance" (or rather, his manipulation). Relying on their Blood Demon Arts and immense power, they led their followers and became entangled in this turbulent world.

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