Dressed as Human's Worst Curse

Osamu Dazai sat on a small swivel chair in the clinic, tossing a few laps of medical bandages scattered in his arms.

Compared with the harsh environment of Leibo Street, Mori Ogai's small clinic is like a small paradise, with sufficient electricity, stable water supply, and cool air-conditioning. Although the interior furnishings are a bit cumbersome, it looks clean and comfortable. Heresy in the land.

"Mr. Mori's clinic is very good."

Mr. Mori—that's what the child who seems to have the ability to nullify called him.

Mori Ogai has gone to change into a new white coat, and now he looks like an ordinary doctor. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "Even the gangs on Raibo Street will have people who need medical treatment." time."

This is true.

The explosion five years ago not only leveled the land, but also destroyed various water pipelines and power systems buried deep underground.Although it was temporarily repaired by the government, after it was reduced to a concession, the only power supply, water pipes, and water wells were firmly controlled by gangs in order to rob survival resources.

Ordinary people in the area under the jurisdiction of gangs can only use buckets to fetch water from the water pipe every day if they want to use water, and electricity is something that ordinary people can't imagine.

In contrast, Mori Ogai's clinic is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

"Dazai, don't move around!"

"Okay ok~"

Kai Teng stood behind Dazai Osamu, holding a roll of medical bandages, wrapping Dazai Osamu's right eye.Although he is not very good at handwork, it is not a problem to tie bandages. After all, he can't wear bandages, so he doesn't wash his hands every day, can he?

Even the Wings of Darkness had to submit to the majesty of their mother, obediently remove the bandages and wash their hands after returning home.

However, Kai Teng Shun ran faster than anyone else when it came to secondary school.

Although I'm not very good at drawing, I can draw a magic circle to summon heroic spirits by hand;

Although the physical strength is so small that it hits the chest, but relying on the flexibility of its own A+++, it is easy to twist all kinds of JOJO stand;

Although the clothes are very good, the corners of the school uniform shirts are still deliberately cut to pieces;

Although……

The pale and slender fingers twisted flexibly, and a beautiful but secret knot was tied at the back of Osamu Dazai's head.Hai Teng quickly smoothed the child's soft black messy hair, and the white knots were perfectly covered under the fluffy hair, without any visible traces.

Kai Teng turned to Osamu Dazai for a moment to take a look. As expected, he was handsome and good-looking!

He is really an ordinary bandage-tying genius!

"Although the seal has been re-strengthened, remember to check it every day." Kai Teng Shun solemnly urged.

Osamu Dazai touched his right eye curiously. The feeling of being wrapped in fabric was very novel, which made him feel very interesting. His reply to Shun Kai Teng sounded naturally perfunctory: "Don't worry, I will remember."

He knew that he had to take off the bandages every day to let the blood flow, and don't let the right eye really stop seeing things.

"You really remember? Repeat it again?"

"Check the seal every day, and there will never be any phenomenon of supernatural powers running away."

Osamu Dazai drew out his tone, honestly assuring.

Mori Ogai, who has never seen the power of the second disease, stood a few meters away, alone holding a black tea, and the social expert realized for the first time that he could not integrate into the atmosphere of other people's conversations, and his heart was shocked——

Damn, it's not his problem at all, okay?

How does he fit in?

You can't really jump in and introduce yourself, you are the king of condemnation, and your superpower Alice is actually the princess of condemnation, right?

No, if this kind of thing really happened, he wouldn't have to hang out in the mafia if it got out.

God damn the old king who condemned!

How did he think of it? !

Mori Owai pinched himself violently, and under the effect of labor pain, he finally got rid of the strange distracting thoughts and woke himself up.

He looked at the two people who formed a self-contained middle school atmosphere, coughed lightly, and tentatively said: "By the way, I don't know if you are—"

Before the words were finished, there was a strong knock on the door of the clinic.

one more time.

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is a new patient.

In fact, it cannot be called a patient, but a wounded person.

It was a little girl who looked no more than six or seven years old. I don't know how much effort it took to tie the seriously injured boy to the wooden plank and drag her here fiercely.

There was blood and dust on her face, and she was wearing unfit men's clothes. Her clothes were wet with heavy sweat, and they stuck to her body wetly, outlining her thin body.

When the little girl knocked on the door of this clinic, she obviously made up her mind.

Seeing Mori Ogai in a white coat with a dull face, she even seemed to see some life-saving straw, and desperately grabbed the hem of his clothes, kneeling on the ground with a plop, almost exhausted. With all the strength in his body, he knocked his head to the ground.

"Please, please, please save my brother!"

"I really can't help it. My brother went to the gang to steal food because he saw me saying I was hungry, and he felt sorry for me. My brother was caught by those gang members and beat him to death. He took a lighter and burned his body." Face……"

Because of the possible death of her brother, the little girl was so terrified that she couldn't help but tremble violently: "I only have my brother as a family member. If he hadn't picked me up, I would have died a long time ago..."

"I……"

When she found that she had nothing to sell except her own worthless misery, the little girl couldn't speak anymore, her sobbing was blocked in her throat, and she didn't even dare to cry out loud, fearing that it would hurt her. Displease the only doctor who can save his brother.

Anyone else here who has the medical resources to deal with the trauma is not going to save them because they messed with the gang.

Only this clinic doctor who is said to have worked for the government and worked for the mafia has a slight possibility.

Compared with my brother's life, what are other things worth?

"I only want my brother to live. He told me that as long as I live, I can do anything..."

Just then, a curious voice cut in.

"Oh? What's going on outside."

The little girl looked up, and through her teary eyes, she vaguely saw a teenager squatting beside her brother who was tied to a wooden plank.

He seemed to be very curious about her brother's injury. After saying "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Without cooling measures and a sterile environment, it would be a sure thing to die."

What the boy said made the little girl freeze on the spot.

Brother, will you really die?

In a daze, her arm seemed to be pulled by her brother.

She hurriedly lowered her head, and saw her brother turned his bloody face with all his strength, looked at her hard, and put something into her hand with his tightly clenched palm.

It was a piece of fruit candy that was almost melted by the sweat of my hands.

The blood surged rapidly, and at that moment, a blank buzzing suddenly appeared in the little girl's ears.

He shook his head vigorously, and said a few words intermittently: "Don't...I...die...he...don't beg..."

[Don't ask him. 】

【I'm dying. 】

[The doctor in the clinic is very dangerous, don't ask him. 】

Before he finished speaking, my brother suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he saw something unbelievable.

This movement even involved the wound on his face, but he didn't even care about the severe pain, he just stepped back vigorously.

Osamu Dazai, who was squatting on the side, turned his head and looked at Shun Kaiteng who walked quickly to the side of the boy, a little surprised: "Hey, are you going to eat?"

"Woo woo woo almost!"

Hai Teng Shun greedily inhaled the strong aroma of food, but he was defeated by tears when he wanted to laugh. This kind of human tragedy that pokes his tears is like dancing a river dance on his tear ducts!

"If I can't do it anymore, tears... woo woo can't stop woo woo woo woo..."

He held a few napkins in his hand, wiped them frantically a few times, turned his head to look at Mori Ogai, and asked while crying, "Doctor Wuwuwu can cure this..."

"It's not a question of whether I can treat it or not." Mori Ogai was also a little helpless: "It's a question of whether it will not return to its original appearance even if it is cured."

"If it's just trauma and disease, then it's easy to deal with. Even if it's a gunshot wound, I can also deal with it."

"But with this level of burns, it's almost irreversible."

In short, even if he is cured, he will not look like Quasimodo of Notre Dame de Paris, and his actions are not as good as before. Even if he does not die now, he will die sooner or later in a few years.

A strong fragrance poured into the nostrils.

That is the fear of man for man.

That was... the child's fear that his brother would "die".

Kai Teng Shun, who is helpful to others, usually asks even when he sees a crying child on the side of the road. Where has he seen such a tragic thing?Hearing the little girl's cries again and again, his brain became hot, and he suddenly said what he would definitely say.

"I, I can."

Hai Teng burst into tears and paused while speaking: "My, my ability...but, can touch people's...soul, and directly reshape his body..."

"Wuuuuu, please, Dr. Sen, deal with this child's...trauma..."

"I, I can make him change back to... the way he was before..."

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The young man whose consciousness wandered between life and death, looked at the beauty with sutures, and told the truth that he could hardly believe.

what?

When no one was willing to save him, when his sister begged everyone who could, even he gave up.

Someone actually said that he could be saved.

Let him change back to his original form...

He looked at the other person's back, and even though there was a voice in his heart reminding him that there was an inhuman existence in front of him, he still couldn't help subconsciously believing every word the other person said.

Is that... a god?