After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

five days later

hospital, three o'clock in the afternoon

"How is it?" Li Mei stood beside the wheelchair and looked at the familiar doctor in front of him.

This is Gojo Sora's personal doctor, and under his arrangement, he has successfully entered the top hospital in Tokyo.

The doctor handed the report to Limei, looked at his young master, and said, "The broken bone has recovered to a good degree, and the plaster cast can be removed today—"

"Then dismantle it." Wutiao Kong glanced at the report delivered by Limei, then turned his head to look at the doctor again, resting his elbows on the armrest and clasping his hands in front of him, with gentle eyes, he said: "That's right." , the sleeping pill I asked you to develop last time, how is the progress?"

"Before that, I suggest you reduce your intake of sleeping pills." Speaking of this, the doctor instantly became angry, staring at the young man who was almost risking his life, and said earnestly, "Do you know that taking too much sleeping pills, How will it affect the body?"

"Especially since you just had a heart transplant!"

The doctor took a deep breath, turned to Limei and said, "Limei, you—"

"doctor--"

Hearing this, Gojo Sora casually raised his eyes to look at the man in the white coat, his light blue eyes were smiling, but it made people shudder.

The doctor shut his mouth suddenly, and he instantly knew that he had overstepped.

Gojo Sora silently warned him that once he crossed that line, his future would come to an end.

"It's none of Limei's business." Gojo Sora likes to talk to people who know the current affairs, because they know what to say and what not to say.

He and Lime are collaborators, and no one can blame Lime except him.

After a pause, Wujo Kong looked at Limei who was beside him, and suddenly asked, "—Has everything been arranged?"

Rime nodded.

He made arrangements according to Wu Tiaokong's wishes. As for how the two DKs would react after receiving the news, and whether they would even come to the hospital to visit them, this was beyond the scope of Limei's reply.

The doctor couldn't figure out what charade they were playing.

"Doctor, let's make a bet." Wutiao Kong said.

The doctor was even more at a loss.

Under his puzzled gaze, Gojo Sora said slowly and softly, "Let's guess if they will come. If the doctor wins, I will allow you to use one billion in liquidity to build your own hospital."

"It's not yen, it's dollars."

"If you lose—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the doctor suddenly became vigilant: "Wait! Let me explain first, I will not agree to your willful request."

Gojo Sora continued calmly: "I'll give you three months to make the sleeping pill I want."

The materials, equipment, clinical trials, etc. required for making medicines are all provided by him, and doctors only need to find a way to make them.

Because the other party is not just as simple as a doctor.

The doctor was silent.

After a long while, the doctor sighed, but finally did not continue to persuade.

Any advice is useless, Wujo Sora's insomnia state is very serious, and it is almost impossible to fall asleep without relying on sleeping pills.

People with strong bodies can't stand not sleeping for several days, not to mention Wujo Kong's physical condition is not optimistic.

Medicine is the only thing that can make him relax and get a short rest.

Even if it was poison, Gojo Sora wouldn't care.

As for the question of whether to gamble or not, the doctor looked at the white-haired boy in front of him. He had no choice from the beginning, because Wujo Kong never did anything he was not sure about.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here today.

"Rather than struggling to the death, it's better to do what he wants." Limei reminded with a blank face: "You have no chance of winning."

The doctor smiled wryly: "Okay."

"I'll remove the plaster for you first."

The doctor picked up the electric plaster saw that had been prepared, and began to saw off the plaster. There was no pause in the process. After sawing the plaster, he carefully removed the plaster. Just when he was about to pick up five empty right legs for examination, the room The door swung open.

The nurse poked her head in and said to the doctor, "Doctor, there are two teenagers outside who want to see Mr. Wujo—"

"Let them come in." Gojo Sora said.

The nurse was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded, "Okay."

After a while, two DKs walked in one after the other.

Gojo Satoru, who was walking in front, raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes fell on Gojo Sora's right leg held by the doctor, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

"Wu—?" Xia Youjie, who was walking behind, didn't notice and almost bumped into Gojo Wu. He frowned, looked sideways in doubt, and muttered, "You bastard..."

When he saw Wu Tiaokong's legs, he stopped talking abruptly.

Those feet were not like those of normal people. His muscles had atrophied to the point where only skin and bones remained, his complexion was pale, and the blood vessels and veins under the skin could even be seen clearly.

Anyone who sees it will be terrified.

these feet...

At this moment, Xia Youjie suddenly understood why Wu Tiaokong couldn't stand up.

"Why are you here?" Gojo Sora was a little surprised when he saw them, he put down his kimono calmly to cover his ugly feet, and smiled apologetically at the two of them: "Sorry, I scared you. "

He is very aware of how ugly his feet are, ugly enough to scare a child into tears.

Gojo Wujo had complex eyes, walked into the ward, and said perfunctorily, "I was brought here by Jie."

"Yes, I heard that you were in the hospital, so I just stopped by." Xia Youjie didn't directly expose Gojo Wu, and raised his hand to greet Wujo Kong with a smile, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

The doctor looked up at them, continued to examine Wujojia's right foot, and then asked the nurse to fetch a warm wet towel and gently wipe it on his thigh.

The thighs with atrophied muscles do not feel good to the touch.

"No." Wujo Kong pointed to the plaster cast on the table and said with a smile, "I just took this thing off, and I can go back to school in a few days."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru looked at him suddenly.

After the doctor finished the examination, he explained a few words to Li Mei before letting them leave the hospital.

Gojo Sora rearranged the hem of the kimono, wrapped his legs tightly to ensure that no skin would be exposed, and when he wanted Rimei to push the wheelchair, Gojo Gojo suddenly stepped forward and held the wheelchair pusher.

Gojo Sora looked at him suspiciously: "Master Brother—?"

When he realized that the person behind him was only a few centimeters closer to him, Wutiao Kong felt a little dark in his heart.

This is his new favorite wheelchair so far.

This brother's mood seems to be very complicated——

Gojo Sora maintained his facial expression, and at the same time distractedly suppressed the surging emotions that did not belong to him.

"I have something to talk to you about." Gojo Satoru pushed Gojo Sora out of the ward, stopped at the corner of the corridor, and suddenly turned the wheelchair to face him.

He leaned down suddenly, with his hands resting on the armrest, and following his movements, the sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing those blue eyes, looking sharply at Wujo Sora.

"Did you provoke that old guy?" Gojo Wu's lips curled up in a sarcasm. As for who the 'old guy' he was referring to, the two brothers knew very well.

"It's quite courageous——"

Wujo Satoru frowned when he thought of the old guy calling him back and talking about Wujo Kong.

Gojo Sora didn't seem to feel the sense of oppression from Gojo Satoru, with his usual gentle smile on his face: "I don't know what Patriarch and Elder Brother said?"

"—Do you want Brother Brother to deal with me?" Wujo Sora tilted his head slightly, his light blue eyes reflected Gojo Satoru, and said softly: "Or——Let Brother Brother stay away from me, a waste?"

It's all been said.

Gojo Satoru stared at the younger brother, trying to find any flaws in his face, but he couldn't see anything.

No fear and worry.

There was something very wrong with the ease and naturalness of his manner.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Gojo Satoru remembered the warning from the Patriarch Gojo, and instantly became impatient, and slammed his fists on the armrest of the wheelchair.

But he didn't expect that the wheelchair couldn't help being beaten so hard. As the fist fell, there was a crisp cracking sound, and the armrest was instantly broken by his fist.

Because of too much force, Gojo Satoru fell sideways for a while, and subconsciously held the wheelchair with the other hand, somehow flipping the wheelchair to the ground.

He was able to stabilize his body in an instant and avoid falling. Wu Tiaokong was not so lucky. He fell heavily, his chin hit the cold ground, and a bloody smell filled his mouth instantly.

"Enlightenment?! What are you doing?!"