Chapter 89 Take Away
The sound grew fainter and fainter until it was completely silent. The boy stared intently at him, his hands clenching tighter and tighter, his vision becoming increasingly blurred.
"Xiao Liu, how are they?"
Yan Sheng looked at it, his voice eerily calm. 1008 was startled and quickly replied to Yan Sheng.
"He's still alive right now, but things might change soon. Yuichiro is almost dead."
Iwakatsu paused for a moment, then, noticing that the sunlight wasn't shining through, stepped forward and picked up Tokito Ichiro.
"Xiao Liu, consider this compensation. Try to find a way to keep him alive."
1008 noticed that Yan Sheng's emotions were off, gritted his teeth, and said with great heartache.
"Alright, considering how hard you've worked before, I can only reattach his arm that lost the most blood and do my best to stabilize his life. You can go find a doctor for the rest."
"Thank you, Xiao Liu."
Yan Sheng saw the severed arm not far away and bent down to pick it up. Yan Sheng suddenly stopped. He felt a gaze and turned around, somewhat puzzled, and saw a pair of blue eyes that were almost unable to open, stained with tears and blood.
"Muichiro won't do! He absolutely has to join the Demon Slayer Corps!"
1008 noticed Yan Sheng's gaze and started jumping around anxiously. Yan Sheng was speechless; he was just wondering if the other person was looking at him. Besides, wasn't the other person mainly here to kill him?
"I know, I'll take it."
Iwakatsu stood up, took Ichiro's arm, and watched as the two arms regenerated and reconnected at an extremely fast speed. He then called out to Nakime in his mind.
Seeing the familiar wooden door in front of him, Yan Sheng stepped inside without hesitation. He needed to find a doctor as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Nakime was quite reliable. Seeing Ichiro lying on the bed after being bandaged up, Iwakatsu turned around and asked the doctor in charge about the situation.
"His physical condition is quite good. The main damage is to his internal organs and excessive blood loss. His external injuries will heal quickly."
The man in the white coat flipped through the notebook in his hand and spoke earnestly to Yan Sheng.
"By the way, although he received a blood transfusion, he still needs to replenish his nutrients and should avoid strenuous exercise in the short term."
Iwakatsu nodded and without hesitation put the bill on the owner of the shabby shop. Nakime said that this place was one of Muzan Kibutsuji's properties.
After watching the doctor leave, Yan Sheng returned to the enclosed room. He knew the patient needed some sun and good air circulation, but unfortunately, he couldn't.
Because Tokito Ichiro is a character who is clearly destined to die in the original work, Iwakatsu was worried that he might suddenly die halfway through the story, so he waited here for several days for him to wake up.
Just as Yan Sheng finished reading the seventh storybook, the Sleeping Beauty on the bed finally stirred.
Yuichiro Tokito felt waves of pain throughout his body. He struggled to open his eyes and the first thing he saw was the wooden ceiling.
"woke up?"
Iwakatsu sat to the side, looking down at Tokito Ichiro, and casually placed the storybook he was holding on his lap.
Upon hearing the sound, Tokito Ichiro turned his head with difficulty to look at Iwakatsu. After staring at him for a while, his gaze settled on those golden eyes that were clearly not human, and his mouth opened slightly.
"Uncle, why aren't you wearing pants?"
"..." Who the hell isn't wearing pants? I'm only in my early twenties, what kind of uncle am I?
Yan Sheng really wanted to send the child back and take care of him himself for a few days, but the first thing the child said when he woke up was so unpleasant to hear.
"Hey, uncle...cough cough cough."
Tokito Ichiro wanted to say something more, but because he spoke too loudly, it aggravated his unhealed wounds, causing him to cough incessantly.
"Be polite..."
Iwakatsu got up and helped Tokito Ichiro up, gently patting his back to relieve his pain. His voice was calm as he looked at the other man, who was breathing heavily.
"oh……"
Feeling Iwakatsu's gentle touch, Tokito Ichiro felt embarrassed and awkwardly observed him.
Her long black hair had red ends, her skin was pale, and her face was delicate. Although she was wearing a white undergarment stained with blood, she still exuded a noble air.
Tokito Ichiro fixed his gaze on the other person's golden eyes with words engraved on them, and awkwardly turned his head to ask.
"You're not human, you must be the kind of ghost they talk about. Why don't you eat me?"
Yuichiro Tokito is a very rational person who can always analyze the pros and cons in dangerous situations, even when tragedy strikes.
"I no longer eat people, and you are my descendant."
Iwakatsu sat back down on the stool next to him, watching as the other person spoke casually, completely stunning Tokito Ichiro.
"I?"
It's no wonder Tokito Ichiro didn't believe it; Iwakatsu's behavior and demeanor indicated that the other person was no ordinary person. But upon closer observation, he also noticed that the other person did seem to resemble him somewhat.
"Yes, you are... a descendant of the nation."
"You've mistaken me for someone else. Although my dad said that our family did have some assets in the past, my name is Tokito Ichiro."
Tokito Ichiro felt that this demon was a bit off, but he didn't dare to provoke him too much.
"And Muichiro... where is Muichiro?!"
Realizing something was wrong, Tokito Yuichiro panicked and looked around frantically, ignoring his injuries. Iwakatsu had no choice but to push him back onto the bed.
"He's fine. He was taken away by the people who were looking for you before."
Iwakatsu's words calmed Tokito Ichiro down. He raised his hand to look at the bandages that almost covered his entire body, then let it hang down dejectedly.
“My wife is from Tokito’s family. After I left, she took over the management of both families.”
Yan Sheng paused, thought for a moment, and then continued, "You can... call me Grandpa... or you can call me Brother."
Anyway, I can't call him uncle.
Tokito Yuichiro remained silent, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back, yet seeing the other's clearly unapproachable demeanor, he consciously swallowed his words.
Iwakatsu didn't notice Tokito Ichiro's expression; he was still pondering the question from earlier. He figured it was probably because the head of the family's adopted son had a problem with him, which was why he changed Tsugikuni's name to Tokito. But who knows what really happened?
"Oh, brother."
After reluctantly finishing his shout, Tokito Yuichiro turned around and looked at the tightly packed surroundings with a puzzled expression.
"I am a ghost, I can't... touch the sun."
Yan Sheng had no intention of hiding it, after all, he would be spending a long time with this adopted descendant. He got up and patted the other's head.
"Next, stay here... until your injury heals. Your brother will be fine... and will stay with me from now on."
Tokito Yuichiro was reluctant, but with his younger brother gone and himself wounded and with nowhere to go, he gritted his teeth and decided to follow this strange guy for the time being.
"Don't touch my head, and you better not lie to me."
"Um…"
Yan Sheng stopped, needing to change his clothes first. He felt much relieved after receiving a response to his instructions. After all, according to the original story, although this guy was sharp-tongued and irritable, he wasn't impulsive and would rationally consider the best course of action.
As Tokito Yuichiro watched Iwakatsu leave, he tried to look around, but any movement aggravated his wounds, so he could only silently accept the fact that he had been kidnapped.
Well, at least Muichiro is alright. As long as he's alive, that's enough. He didn't want his only family member to leave him too.
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