Chapter 014
There is no chef in the clinic, so the medical staff here have to take over the preparation of three meals a day.
In addition, compared to the smelly big men, the ghost hunters who are basically the main force are mostly men. After being injured, they are unwilling to cooperate with the doctor's treatment and are even willing to say "I can still fight" or "Let me kill ghosts" while throwing medical staff away with brute force. They are much more restrained towards women. It is precisely for this reason that in order to make these wounded "obedient", after taking over the clinic, Ueno Shin simply waved his hand and reported to the lord to recruit some brave girls with some bandaging skills.
He just couldn't believe that a group of grown men could be violent towards the lovely medical girl.
If you use violence, you're not a real man! Right! I'm talking about some of the stubborn ghost hunters...
This is why there seem to be more female medical staff in clinics.
As a child, Qingxi would only be called by Ueno Arata to give blood pressure to the wounded when they were dying. Otherwise, she would follow the medical sisters who were older than her in the clinic to change the dressings and bandage the wounds of the wounded. If a team member did not cooperate, she would go over and give him a blood pressure to make him unable to move for a short time, which would also give the medical sisters enough time to change the dressings or give him medicine.
After a few times, she became the most popular person among the medical staff in the clinic.
Of course, just as some people like her, others also love and fear her.
For example, those ghost hunters who refused to cooperate with treatment after she had opened their eyes.
But, Qingxi's starting point was for their own good, and she was the youngest in the clinic. Normally, as long as they cooperated with the medical staff, they would act like good children. Who could blame her?
So, she became the usual one among the ghost hunters, she was the cute girl who was greeted with a smile, but if she was seen when she was injured, she was the little evil ghost who was specifically designed to defeat them.
"Hmm! Ah Xi, you are here."
The man's cheerful voice rang out, echoing in the kitchen where only one person was.
Qingxi, who was sitting on a small wooden stool and kneading a rice ball, turned around.
Even if it is not meal time in the clinic's kitchen, there will be someone preparing some rice balls that are easy to eat or carry. These are prepared for ghost hunters who have completed rehabilitation training and left the clinic to resume their mission. Of course, they are also prepared for those ghost hunters who have completed their mission and happen to pass by here to take a break.
Qingxi also heard these things from other people in the clinic, but if you really want to trace the source, no one can explain it. It's like when you encounter something, you start to prepare a little, and over time it becomes a habit.
Anyway, there are quite a few staff in the clinic. Whoever is free can come to the kitchen and make some. It doesn’t take much time.
There were no injured people sent in today, and the patients in the ward were all being taken care of by other members of the medical team. Qingxi, who had nothing to do, took the initiative to take over the task of making rice balls in the kitchen.
"Mr. Purgatory?" Qingxi put down the rice ball she had kneaded and jumped down from the small wooden stool. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the kitchen door and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
When she reached the door, she discovered that there was another person standing behind Rengoku Makijuro. It was a boy with long black hair, whose mouth was bandaged, leaving only the upper half of his face exposed.
There was a small white snake wrapped around his neck. When the little white snake found Qingxi looking at it, it hissed a few times in her direction as a warning.
"It's this child." Rengoku Makijuro turned sideways and took the boy standing behind him, pushing him in front of Qingxi. Because the Flame Pillar was using too much force, she even reached out to help him.
"This is the child I saved from the devil. His name is Iguro Obana. Due to some reasons, he has some scars on his face. The lord said you might be able to treat them, so I brought him here." Rengoku Makijuro explained, "How about it, can you treat it?"
I haven't even seen the injury, how do you want me to answer?
Qingxi suppressed the urge to complain and glanced at the boy who had a pair of naturally heterochromatic pupils but exuded a dead silence. She said, "It's not convenient here. If you don't mind, please go to my room first."
She spoke to Iguro Obanai, "Because no new people have been sent here recently, I still live alone there, so no one will come in unless something unexpected happens."
In this way, the boy's privacy can be concealed to the greatest extent.
Rengoku Makijuro was naturally happy to do so. The Hachijo Island he had visited before might be a memory that the boy wanted to forget forever but could never erase.
When Qingxi took people upstairs, he stopped the medical staff when he met her and gave her a brief explanation.
"Sister Riko, Lord Flame Pillar wants to talk to me about something. I'll take them upstairs first." The girl named Riko who was being held back greeted Rengoku Makijuro and then set her sights on the boy. With just one glance, she understood the situation.
This child must be a survivor rescued from the demons by the Flame Pillar. She had seen that expression on his face too many times here...
He doesn't look too old, so it's understandable that he lets Ah Xi, who is about the same age as him, to counsel him.
Riko nodded, "I understand."
Qingxi added, "Also, I made some rice balls in the kitchen."
Riko expressed understanding.
On the second floor, her room.
After the two people, one big and one small, walked in, Qingxi closed the door again.
"Would it be convenient for you to remove the bandage so I can see your scar?" She led the two of them to sit in front of the small round table that she had bought after coming to the clinic. The small round table was really not big, with a diameter of less than one meter, about seventy or eighty centimeters. It was just right for three girls to sit on it, but it would be a little too small for a big man like Rengoku Makijuro to sit here.
Qingxi moved a wooden chair and sat opposite Iguro Obana. He did not rush to remove the bandages, but asked the other party's opinion first.
Maybe she really cared about the scar on her face, so the originally lifeless Iguro Obana was finally willing to pay some attention to her.
It was not surprising to see the resistance in those heterochromatic eyes. As Qingxi did not like to give them promises on things that she was not sure about, she just looked at him quietly, waiting to see who would compromise first.
Qingxi naturally would not compromise, so the only one who had to compromise was the other party.
Watching him slowly untie the bandage wrapped around the lower half of his face, revealing the obscured lower half of his face, Qingxi couldn't help but gasp, and when she reacted, she held the remaining half of her breath.
She stood up and approached Iguro Obanai. As the man and the snake watched, she reached out and held his face.
His fingers gently traced the scar that was clearly caused by a sharp dagger, extending from the corner of his mouth to just below his earlobe.
The healed flesh above the scar was a soft pink. It was obvious that these wounds on his face were inflicted recently, and they were very deep. If the person had not been very strong, the soft flesh at the corners of his mouth might have been cut cleanly, revealing the teeth and bones inside.
If A Tong hadn't brought her here by accident, this scar would basically have been with him for the rest of his life.
But now she is here.
A bunch of food in the food world that have strange effects after eating.
To be honest, she has always felt that the ingredients in the gourmet world are just various bugs, big and small, that are either effective or have no effect at all. If they were placed in the normal world, they would be regarded as natural treasures.
Looking at the girl who was examining Iguro Obana's scar and fell into deep thought, Rengoku Makijuro was also looking her up and down curiously.
Since she is valued so much by the lord, she must have some talents that they are unaware of.
It’s just that her talent seems to be known by her lord and she herself is also aware of it, but it seems that she cannot let others know.
Thinking back to when I brought Iguro Obana to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters to meet the lord, I asked the lord curiously...
"Aki's talent?" In the corridor, Ubuyashiki Yoya said with a faint smile on his face, showing an expression of "can't say, can't say" vividly. "However, if Makijuro discovers Aki's talent one day, please don't ask that child directly. Her words are not believed by everyone yet.
Maybe one day, when she truly recognizes everyone, she will say it herself."
…
His thoughts returned to his mind. With his lord's words in mind, Rengoku Makijuro suppressed his curiosity even though he was curious.
"Because it's a new wound and the scar has just formed, it should be able to be treated. Let me think about it first." Qingxi said to him, taking back the hand that was still holding Iguro Obanai's face.
Just as she was about to open her gourmet backpack and rummage through the many ingredients, she paused and glared at the two people, one big and one small, standing here with her blue eyes.
Rengoku Makijuro blinked, and as if suddenly realizing something, he asked, "Do you want us to turn our backs?"
Qingxi narrowed his eyes and asked instead of answering, "...Did the lord tell Mr. Purgatory anything about me?"
Rengoku Makijuro said in a loud voice, without a trace of guilt: "I asked the lord, but he didn't say anything."
Qingxi didn't believe it, so her blue eyes met her golden-red eyes.
After a long while, she still couldn't seem to feel guilty. It seemed that the lord really didn't tell anyone about her past.
Retracting his gaze, Qingxi said confidently, "Yes, you have to carry it on your back. This is my exclusive secret recipe, and I won't show it to anyone!"
Seeing that the two of them really turned their backs as he wished, Qingxi muttered a few words and opened his food backpack. From the corner of his eye, he saw the little white snake hanging on Iguro Obana's neck looking at him curiously. Thinking that there would be someone on this set who trained a crow to be a messenger bird, Qingxi hesitated.
However, snakes cannot speak like crows, so no one can understand what they want to express.
Of course, if there was one, she would accept it. But she thought that after crows, she would add another ingredient to her wish list: snakes.
So, don't let me down, little white snake.
She never expected that the little white snake, who had already been noticed by someone, was still curiously looking towards Qingxi with its head tilted.
Qingxi, who was still picking and choosing from his food backpack, saw this and cut off a small piece of raw roasted pig with a kitchen knife and handed it to it.
The little white snake poked its head towards the meat that Qingxi handed over, and only after making sure that there was nothing wrong with the meat did it open its mouth and take a bite.
Seeing that it was being swallowed slowly and it didn't look like it would be finished quickly, Qingxi continued to rummage through her food backpack.
The ingredients and medicines from the gourmet world remained unchanged, and she finally decided on the wild medicines from the remaining human world.
Aloe fish scale, a kind of fish scale that grows on the aloe fish living in the deep sea, is captured at level 21, weighs 8 tons, and one piece of aloe fish scale is worth 360,000.
Aloe vera fish scales have the function of repairing scars and can be said to be a friend of women. They are very popular in the healing country life.
She took out a piece of aloe vera fish scale that was almost as tall as herself and placed it on the small round table. She then took out a new Melk kitchen knife and began to cut the oversized aloe vera fish scale into smaller pieces.
Don't use her. Why does a gourmet hunter have so many kitchen knives?
Because, haven’t you heard that poor students have more stationery?
She stuffed most of the chopped aloe vera and fish scales back into the food backpack and said to the two people who were facing away from her.
When they turned around, she trotted downstairs. When she came back, she had a small mortar in her arms. She put four pieces of aloe vera fish scales, each as big as her palm and 0.5 cm thick, into the mortar and began to grind them slowly.
The scales of the aloe fish are very hard. Rengoku Makijuro saw that Qingxi had spent a long time trying to crush and grind them but failed, so he took them from her hand.
"Hmm, this is really hard." After taking Qingxi's hand and feeling the hardness of the aloe vera fish scales himself, Rengoku Makijuro retracted the idea that "Aki is so weak."
Qingxi didn't explain much, just said: "Grind it into a paste like ointment and you can use it."
Rengoku Makijuro held the wall of the mortar with one hand and the pestle with the other, and pounded for an hour.
"Is this all right?" Rengoku Makijuro asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
She picked up a small amount of aloe vera fish scale cream and rubbed it on her fingertips. Qingxi nodded: "It's okay."
"Huh..." Rengoku Makijuro let out a long breath, "This job is much more troublesome than killing ghosts."
"So you have to protect yourself," Qingxi said as she applied aloe vera fish scale cream to the long scars on both corners of Iguro Obana's mouth. "If you protect yourself, you'll come to me less often, and there won't be such trouble."
After applying the ointment, Qingxi didn't re-bandage him. "Actually, it's best not to bandage after applying this ointment, but your situation is special, so I'll apply it very thinly and just wrap it around your neck. But remember, remove the bandage when you rest at night, and then apply a thick layer of ointment. We'll come back to see the results after seven days."
"In here." She pointed to the mortar. "Wait a moment. I'll go downstairs and find a box to pack it up for you. Also, don't use it sparingly. This ointment has a seven-day shelf life. After seven days, even if you use it again, all the nutrients will be gone."
"But personally, I hope you get better soon." She said to him from the doorway, "Because as you just saw, this is very troublesome to grind."
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