Isn't Buy One, Get One Free a Good Deal?
Jinmi Fushiguro was taken aback by the sudden interruption from the Akuta.
"It's... the suture line, a horizontal line running from the left to the right side of my forehead."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gestured to her forehead, drawing a line from left to right.
"I've looked at it several times. The stitches are very tight, like a centipede crawling there."
The surgeon wasn't a professional doctor, so the stitches didn't look very good.
But it doesn't matter anymore, the most important thing is to cure him.
"At worst, I can just find a plastic surgeon to fix it later."
Akuta's lips twitched, and his expression became quite interesting, as if he was holding back something but didn't know whether he should say it or not.
Sutures.
A strip on the forehead.
Cursed Technique that can treat brain cancer.
When these keywords were put together, only one answer remained in his mind.
That Mahito really could reshape his body through "Idle Transfiguration," completely eliminating the lesions.
But Mahito who want to change their soul or body don't need brain surgery at all.
He pressed his hand on his head, and his body instantly transformed, leaving not even a scar.
If sutures are left, then there's only one possibility.
Akuta took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, raising one hand to pinch and rub his brow a couple of times.
Jinmi Fushiguro was still waiting for him to speak, but seeing that he remained silent for a long time, she asked again in a hurry:
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Wait a minute, let me ask you something first." Akuta raised his other hand to stop her. "Are you really sure the patient he cured was the same person as before?"
Jinmi Fushiguro was initially very certain, but Akuta's words suddenly made her somewhat flustered.
Yes, his appearance, build, and even his accent haven't changed.
I even chatted with him for a long time, and he could even tell me his own information.
I already knew this information when I did my investigation, he definitely got it right!
Akuta let out a long sigh.
"Ah, I think I know who you're talking about."
Jinmi Fushiguro's eyes lit up instantly, and she took half a step forward, her voice trembling with urgency:
"Really? Then... can he cure Keiko?"
Akuta took a breath, considered his words, and mumbled:
"Um... to a certain extent, it is indeed possible, but there will be some minor side effects."
Jinmi Fushiguro's face lit up with joy, and she visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"No need to worry about any aftereffects!"
I'll accept any aftereffects as long as Keiko can be cured!
Akuta raised his eyelids and glanced at her, saying in a fairly calm tone:
"It means she'll have an extra memory that doesn't belong to her."
Jinmi Fushiguro didn't react at first, still smiling, and said "Oh, oh" twice.
It's as if the scene of Keiko Fushiguro being healed is already being awakened in my mind.
But two seconds later, the smile on her face suddenly froze.
An extra memory that doesn't belong to her?
The smile on her face vanished.
"Wait." Jinmi Fushiguro raised her hand, gesturing for a stop. "What do you mean by 'an extra segment of memory that doesn't belong to her'?"
"It means exactly what it says; after the treatment, Keiko will gain an extra memory."
Akuta paused, then added:
"Not only that, she can even use two more Cursed Technique."
After saying that, Akuta just stared at Jinmi Fushiguro.
The color drained from her face little by little, and all the joy she had just felt vanished.
"Are you sure this is treatment?" Jinmi Fushiguro asked through gritted teeth.
Akuta shook his head.
"It doesn't seem like it at all; I think it's more like possession."
Jinmi Fushiguro's body went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Akuta quickly stepped forward to support her and helped Jinmi to a chair.
"Madam, are you alright?"
Jinmi Fushiguro sat in the chair, ignoring herself, and grabbed the Akuta.
"Who exactly is that person? Do you know something about them?!"
Akuta nodded.
"I guess you know."
He gave a brief introduction:
"That guy's name is Kenjaku, a Jujutsu Sorcerer who has lived for nearly a thousand years."
His Cursed Technique is a "Brain Swap," which involves taking his own brain and inserting it into someone else's skull.
Jinmi Fushiguro suddenly raised her head, her eyes still streaked with tears.
Brain Swap?
"Yes! He replaced everything in your patient's brain with his own."
The body is still the same, and the memories remain, so people can answer any question you ask them.
Jinmi Fushiguro's lips trembled slightly. "What if Keiko..."
"If Keiko lets him treat her, the one lying in bed afterward might not be your daughter anymore."
The Akuta used the most direct and straightforward method to tell Jinmi Fushiguro the answer.
"In the end, her body was still Keiko's, but inside it was an ancient being who had lived for over a thousand years."
Jinmi Fushiguro, her vision went black, and she almost fainted in the corridor.
She burst into tears right in front of Akuta.
Jinmi Fushiguro never imagined that the path she considered her last hope would lead to such a situation.
He wasn't saving his daughter at all; he was killing her with his own hands!
Jinmi Fushiguro got up and glanced into the Hospital Room, looking at her daughter on the hospital bed.
She couldn't hold back any longer and stumbled out of the corridor.
Akuta stood there, unsure whether to follow or not.
In those few seconds of hesitation, a soft, nasal call suddenly came from inside the Hospital Room.
"Mother..."
Akuta's ears perked up, and he turned to look at the Hospital Room.
Through the glass window in the door, he saw Keiko Fushiguro's small head move on the pillow, her eyelids searching the Hospital Room as if looking for someone.
Akuta hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside.
The door hinge made a very soft "creak".
Hearing the noise, Keiko Fushiguro turned her head, and as soon as her eyes met Akuta's face, her previously dazed eyes widened instantly.
"You bad guy! What are you doing here!"
Her voice was high-pitched and hoarse, with the weak, boastful tone typical of a sick child.
The moment she finished shouting, Keiko Fushiguro raised both hands and waved them in front of her chest.
Akuta was startled and instinctively raised his hand in a "no, no, no" gesture.
"Hey, hey, hey, please don't do it again!"
"I'm not confident that summoning the Mahoraga here won't affect ordinary people."
Keiko Fushiguro was taken aback, probably not expecting the "bad guy" to be so friendly.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, her brows furrowing.
Seeing that she breathed a sigh of relief, Akuta quickly added:
"Besides, how could I be a bad person?"
Will bad guys save you? Just now, your Shikigami was about to hit you, who blocked it for you?
Keiko Fushiguro's lips moved as if she wanted to refute.
But after a moment's thought, he remembered that he was indeed the one who blocked the fist that came down in the alley.
She scratched at the blanket with her fingers a couple of times, the sound softening, but she was still a little stubborn:
"Then... then maybe you saved me with bad intentions."
"If I had bad intentions, would you still be lying here arguing with me?"
Akuta pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm's length distance between them, not getting too close.
Keiko Fushiguro pouted and thought for a moment, then remembered the mechanism of the Mahoraga.
She didn't really understand the mechanics, only remembering that her mother had told her that after the Mahoraga appeared, it would first beat up the person who summoned it.
The fist was indeed aimed at her, but this person, who claimed not to be a bad person, pulled her away by tucking her under his arm.
Children's logic is very simple.
If they save me, they're a good person; if they don't, they're a bad person.
Although the person in front of him hit his mother, he did save him and brought him into his mother's arms.
So... he can't really be considered a purely bad person?