Chapter 389: The Widow Doctor, Enju Elementary School's Unmatched Palm

In the afternoon, the rain stopped, and the sky with the dark clouds dispersed showed a stretch of azure blue.

"Here."

Satomi Rentaro rode his bicycle, bringing two people to the research institute.

Just as Aihara Enju had said, it was a basement.

As soon as they entered the door, there was a bit of chill, and at the same time, a smell of disinfectant came rushing at them.

"Doctor, Doctor Muroto Sumire?"

Satomi Rentaro had just called out twice when a figure walking like a zombie silently emerged from the white curtains and approached the boy's side.

"I'm here."

With a hoarse voice and heavy dark circles under her eyes, while holding an unknown piece of raw meat in her hands, she directly frightened the boy into retreating several steps in a row.

"Why do you look like this?"

"I stayed up all night last night, and today I've been waiting for you to bring people over, but you haven't brought anyone over, so I felt too sleepy and picked an infected corpse from the cold storage to dissect, to lift my spirits."

"Look at this diaphragm in my hand with such beautiful patterns; if the other party has been infected with the Gastrea Virus, and can timely suppress the virus's erosion inside their body."

"Then the owner of this piece of meat can temporarily gain the super strong recovery power of a Gastrea, and won't die from injuries that are too severe."

Muroto Sumire's appearance carried a bit of horror, and she had a strong eccentric aura, but setting that aside, this person was still a gloomy-type beauty.

Especially her long legs, wrapped in black silk, with a very nice shape.

"Is this the child you mentioned?"

The female doctor looked at the boy whom Aihara Enju had pulled to the side.

"Yes, it's him."

Satomi Rentaro nodded.

"Muroto Sumire, Rentaro and Enju's attending physician, nice to meet you."

Sealing the piece of meat in her hand into the cold cabinet, Muroto Sumire took off her gloves, extended her slender hand, and introduced herself.

"Broly, a Saiyan from Nappa Star, also very happy to meet you."

The person before him was another new capture target; Broly extended his hand and shook the other's somewhat cool palm, and said sincerely.

"No time to lose, take off your pants."

Muroto Sumire was not surprised by the boy's self-introduction content, thinking it was imagination unique to children, but she was impatient to see the boy's tail.

"Huh?!"

Broly looked at the female doctor somewhat surprised; among people who wanted him to take off his pants upon first meeting, this person before him was the first.

"Doctor Muroto Sumire!"

The boy reminded her.

"Okay, okay, there needs to be a gradual process."

Muroto Sumire shrugged her shoulders and changed her wording.

"Can you extend your tail for me to see?"

"Is this related to the physical examination?"

"This is part of the physical examination."

Broly nodded, and his tail extended from his clothes.

Seeing this, Muroto Sumire's eyes brightened, and she grabbed the tail with her gloved left hand.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Yes."

"What kind of feeling?"

"The feeling of having my tail grabbed by someone."

"How about this?"

The female doctor switched to a bare hand to grab it.

"The feeling of having my tail grabbed by someone with two hands."

After a round of grabbing and rubbing, Muroto Sumire confirmed that the boy's tail was real, a limb with sensation.

"But whether it's really caused by Gastrea Virus infection, we still need to draw some of his blood for testing."

Muroto Sumire said this, taking an unopened needle from the cabinet beside her.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Upon seeing the needle, Broly became somewhat guarded.

"Drawing blood, huh, are you afraid of needles?"

Broly was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Although he didn't know why he had a nervous reaction, he indeed shouldn't fear something as sharp as a needle.

"Don't be afraid, it just hurts a little when pricked, just don't look."

Muroto Sumire held the boy's small hand, applied iodine and alcohol to the tip of his right middle finger, unsealed the needle, said these words gently to the boy, and while the boy's attention was dispersed, she stabbed the needle in...

"Huh?"

Muroto Sumire found she simply couldn't stab it in; even though the boy's fingertip skin wasn't very thick, the blood-drawing needle was like encountering something tough.

Muroto Sumire refused to believe it, used more force, and finally even stood up, pressing the needle onto the tip of the boy's middle finger with all her strength, but still couldn't break the finger's defense; instead, the needle was somewhat bent by the great force.

Broly sat on the chair opposite, watching her.

"This child's skin defense is not something an ordinary human can possess."

Muroto Sumire drew a conclusion.

"I've already said, I'm a Saiyan from Nappa Star, not an ordinary human of your world, and have nothing to do with your world's Gastrea Virus."

Broly reminded him.

Hearing this, Muroto Sumire looked at Satomi Rentaro, and the boy hurriedly said: "I met Broly only yesterday too. I don't know if what he said about his origins is true or false, but he does have a miraculous ability to produce things out of thin air."

"He can also store things."

Broly added a sentence.

"Can you demonstrate?"

"Sure."

Broly nodded, put the table beside him into the Crystal Palace Space, then took it out again.

With such a large object disappearing, the table was still hers, and Muroto Sumire did not take this as a magic trick, but instead pursued asking about the specific circumstances of this method.

Broly did not brush her off, and answered in detail, introducing the situation of the Crystal Palace Space, and using this to invite her.

"So, as long as I become your wife, I can also use the space ability with a volume of over three hundred cubic meters?"

"Yes, but this is a space shared by everyone, and after I leave this world, you will have to pay Happiness Points to use it across worlds."

Broly nodded and added another sentence.

After a pause, he asked: "Doctor Muroto Sumire, I wonder if you are interested in becoming my wife?"

"It seems what you said is all true."

Muroto Sumire looked at the virtual panel that suddenly appeared before her, confirmed she was not having an illusion, then nodded.

"Eh, you agreed?"

Seeing her nod, some joy appeared on Broly's face.

"No, I did not agree."

But immediately after, she received the other party's reply of refusal.

"Why?"

The Saiyan boy was somewhat confused; the female doctor before him clearly acted very interested, yet did not agree.

"You may not know me. I once had a fiance lover. Although he died ten years ago in the war against the Gastrea, I can still remember him."

"Eh, Doctor Muroto Sumire, you actually have a lover?"

The boy and girl beside her looked very surprised, as if they knew nothing about this matter.

"Why do you two think I have no lover?"

Muroto Sumire asked back.

"Because..."

Satomi Rentaro and Aihara Enju glanced at this dark underground research institute filled with jars of various corpse chunks, finding it truly hard to imagine that a female doctor who liked researching these things would have luck with men.

"I wasn't like this before. It was only after my family and lover were taken away that I began such research. And these studies made me understand the Gastrea more and more, instead gradually eliminating my resentment toward them, even becoming something to fill the emptiness in my heart."

The female doctor said again.

"Since that's the case, Doctor, why don't you agree to become Broly's wife?"

Aihara Enju asked, giving her good friend beside her some backup.

"The person is gone, but there is something called remembrance. It's impossible that just because a strange boy suddenly appears and invites me to be his wife, I would agree?"

"Uh..."

This statement was reasonable and well-founded, making it hard to refute.

"Then you can first get to know Broly, and after understanding him, decide whether to agree to be his wife!"

Aihara Enju said.

"Good idea."

The gloomy-type beauty doctor nodded, expressed approval of this, and took out some collection vessels.

"Then let me first understand him from a physiological aspect."

"Broly, please give me some of your saliva and urine."

Muroto Sumire said with a smiling face.

Broly: "..."

Although he had not succeeded in the invitation, he had obtained Muroto Sumire's promise.

As long as she felt it was acceptable afterward, agreeing to join the Crystal Palace was not impossible.

And he paid with a test tube of saliva, and went to the toilet to produce a measuring cup of urine.

"Hmm, it doesn't smell!"

The gloomy-type beauty doctor held the measuring cup containing pale yellow liquid close to smell it, causing the boy and girl watching beside her to twitch at the corners of their eyes.

"Doctor Muroto Sumire, you wouldn't want to taste it, would you?"

Considering that the other party had experience eating cooked Gastrea meat chunks, Satomi Rentaro's suspicion was not without basis.

"Rentaro, do you know? Human urine can also be used as medicine, especially children's urine. And Broly's urine is pale in color and clear in taste, making it the finest child's urine. Drinking it might even have the excellent effect of nourishing yin and reducing fire."

Muroto Sumire seriously began to popularize science.

"Ah, Doctor Muroto, you wouldn't really want to drink Broly's urine, would you?"

Aihara Enju exclaimed.

"Ha, how could that be."

"Hah, exactly. How could a person..."

"Of course, one must first check the ingredients, and only after confirming there is no toxicity can one attempt to take it orally."

The boy and girl widened their eyes, looking at the beauty doctor.

"I was joking. You didn't take it seriously, did you?"

After the female doctor said this, they realized they had been tricked.

"I'm going to take advantage of the heat while it's fresh and go analyze the components of his stuff. You all staying?"

Muroto Sumire asked.

"No thanks."

Satomi Rentaro chose to bid farewell, and Broly left with them as well.

And before leaving, he didn't forget to say to the beautiful doctor: "Miss Muroto Sumire, if you really want to drink my stuff, I can give you fresh pee."

"What a considerate kid..."

Muroto Sumire was somewhat at a loss whether to cry or laugh, but still accepted the boy's good intentions.

"If I really want to try it, I'll definitely come ask you."

On Broly's side, returning to Satomi Rentaro's home, yet no new capture targets were encountered.

In the evening, watching Tenchu Shoujo, eating, bathing, time quickly arrived at the next day.

"Enju, are you going to school?"

The next day, somewhat similar to yesterday, the girl shouldered her red schoolbag.

"I'm going to make a closure, otherwise I won't be at peace."

The girl said seriously; it could be seen she still wanted to strive for those friends in the campus.

"You Gastrea monster, don't enter our school!"

However, after arriving at this side of the school, seeing her appear, some elementary students took out set squares, blackboard erasers, brooms, chairs and such as weapons from the classroom, with the look of facing an enemy, staring at the girl.

"I'm not a Gastrea monster, I'm Aihara Enju, I'm human. Just days ago, we were still classmates, studying together, taking turns doing class duties together..."

"I don't believe it. It's spread all over the campus, you're a Cursed Child, in cahoots with those hateful Gastrea monsters."

"Right. If it weren't for you hateful Gastrea monsters existing in this world, my family wouldn't have died!"

"Pa~"

As the words fell, a slap sounded, and the speaking chubby kid was slapped flying.

"Broly!"

The boy's sudden action made the youth exclaim.

"It hurts, why did you hit me?"

Until the slapped chubby kid climbed up from the ground covering his swollen face to question him, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Good thing this foul-mouthed elementary student didn't die.

"Why did I hit you? Naturally because you slandered my friend. She's not a Gastrea monster."

"You're also in cahoots with this Gastrea monster?"

"Pa~"

The skinny elementary student who spoke up was also slapped down by the Saiyan boy.

"Ah, the Gastrea monster's companion dares hit us, let's fight him to the death!"

The elementary students holding weapons were rallied and all rushed up.

Aihara Enju reacted, just about to say something...

"Pa pa pa..."

Broly's slaps had already struck out.

One by one the rushing elementary students took a heavy slap right on the nose bridge, weapons dropping from their hands.

"Ow~"

"Wah wah wah..."

They wailed and cried.

"Quick, go call a teacher!"

Among the onlooking elementary students, someone already ran into the teaching building.

"Mr. Satomi, how can you bully children?"

The male teacher with glasses ran out, seeing the class's students fallen all over the ground, one side of their faces swollen from slaps, and immediately angrily questioned the youth.

"Ah, this, wasn't me who hit them..."

Satomi Rentaro hurriedly waved his hands.

"I hit them."

Broly raised his hand to admit it.

"You..."

The male teacher hesitated looking at him.

"Not our school's student, right."

"I'm not."

"Then how can you hit people?!"

The male teacher sternly questioned.

"Because they slandered my friend, saying she's a Gastrea monster."

Broly pointed at the girl who came for closure but got hurt instead, with tears in her eye sockets, and said.

The male teacher saw the girl and immediately knew the situation, but could he say it was his student's mistake?

"Aihara-san originally is a Gastrea..."

"Pa~"

The male teacher's words weren't finished before his face also took a slap.

"Ah, you..."

"Slap, slap slap slap..."

Broly struck left and right, controlling his strength so as not to kill, slapping the male teacher wildly.

"See clearly now. If you call my friend the wrong name again, your teacher will be your example."

At the teaching building's front door, the elementary students who saw this scene fell deathly silent.

"The security guards are here!"

Suddenly, an elementary student shouted, and the students' eyes brightened, as if they had seen saviors.

"Let go of that teacher!"

Several campus security guards shouted this, holding riot forks as they charged this way.

"Crack~"

The riot forks were easily broken, and Broly, not polite in the least, grabbed these adults and beat them on the spot.

"Hey, lighter, don't beat them to death."

Satomi Rentaro couldn't get a word in, only able to persuade from the side.

"Did you have some expectation of these adults just now? Good, now it's gone. Do you know how to address my friend?"

Broly stepped on the beaten campus security guards underfoot and asked the group of elementary students.

The elementary students dared not answer. After all the adults were beaten down, they were like quail; the united front they had just shown in condemning the girl no longer existed.

"Are you dead? I told you to speak. Don't speak, and I'll keep slapping you!"

As Broly spoke he continued, still the first chubby boy beaten, lifting him up — slap, slap, two slaps.

"What's her name?"

"She, she's called Aihara-san..."

The chubby boy answered tearfully.

"Good, next."

"Slap slap!"

"What's her name."

"Aihara-san..."

"Next."

"Ah, I don't know her, we're not in the same class."

"Not the same class, you still have to call her!"

Aihara Enju: "..."

Watching the boy drag people over, asking with two slaps, two slaps.

Regardless of boy or girl, as long as they didn't speak and answer, they got slaps.

In the end, before Broly's slap came down, everyone was intimately calling her Aihara-san.

"See, your matter is settled."

The situation before her was somewhat unexpected, thoroughly nonsensical, but Aihara Enju was still somewhat moved.

"Broly, thank you."

The girl cried and laughed, eyes brimming with tears, thanking from the heart.

Satomi Rentaro at the side only felt his head was huge.

Aihara Enju was verbally harmed by elementary students, he could do nothing.

And now it was elementary students being harmed by Broly's slaps, he also could do nothing.

Only hope the school doesn't call the police, these beaten students don't go home and tell parents.

However, this is probably an impossible thing.

【How on earth is this to be cleaned up?】

The youth thought of this problem; making people submit by beating is easy, but the aftermath is hard.

If this spreads to society, public opinion might crush them.

What "Cursed Children harm elementary students" — that's simply a news sensation.

Even if the truth is not so, who would care?

(Chapter End)