Kamo Xu woke up, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Shoko Ieiri straightened her white coat, took a pair of gloves from her pocket, and slipped them on before asking Satoru Gojo a question.
"So, I can do whatever I want with this boy's corpse?"
"Yeah... make sure you put him to good use."
At that, Shoko Ieiri shoved Satoru Gojo aside. He was blocking her path to her surgical kit.
And his wording was downright offensive. Make sure I put him to good use?
Was this guy actually questioning my medical skills?!
She walked toward the operating table, speaking as she went. Only when she reached the corpse of Sukuna's vessel, Yuji Itadori, did she turn back.
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
Her cool voice carried a sense of distance, its authority tempered by an easy confidence.
She had performed surgeries like this hundreds, if not thousands, of times. Calling it second nature hardly did it justice-it was child's play!
As easy as switching off the bathroom light while her unlucky roommate was taking a shit!
Shoko Ieiri snorted. "Well, I'm getting started. Are you all just going to stand there and watch?"
What a bunch of clueless idiots. I'm just doing surgery, and they're looking at me like they've seen a ghost. What's their problem...?
Shoko Ieiri wasn't wrong. Both Ijichi and Satoru Gojo looked as though they had seen a ghost.
Only Kamo Xu's expression remained unchanged, his arms folded as he watched the movement behind Shoko Ieiri with interest.
Standing before the operating table, she finally realized something was wrong...
She glanced back.
What the fuck?
The corpse had sat up and was looking around sleepily.
If you ignored the place, his position, the world they were in, and what he was