Chapter 127: Kidney Deficiency? Diabetes? Appendicitis? He's Got Every Ailment Imaginable?
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The youth: "..."
Holy crap! Brothers, you guys are pros!!
The young man finally understood why Seito had dislocated his arm earlier—it was all for this setup.
Two officers, one middle-aged and one younger, hurried over. "What happened here?" the older officer asked, his eyes sharp and scanning the scene.
"Officer, we were just trying to break up the fight!" Iori Kitahara chimed in immediately.
"This foreigner hit this guy with his car and then started beating him senseless. If you hadn't shown up, he might have been killed! Just look at all the blood on him."
Iori pointed at the youth on the ground. The young man played his part perfectly, curling into a ball and groaning in simulated agony. The officers looked him over. His arm was clearly dislocated—that wasn't something you could fake easily. Plus, his clothes were filthy and covered in blood.
When they turned to look at the foreigner being held up by Hidenori Tabata and Iori, their expressions turned skeptical. The foreigner didn't look nearly as bad.
"Officers! These two are lying to you!" the foreigner roared in frustration. "He's wearing my clothes! Those are my clothes!" He felt incredibly stifled. Not only had he been beaten up, but now he was being framed by Iori and the others.
The officers gave Hidenori and Iori a curious look.
"Officer, just listen to his voice," Hidenori interjected quickly. "Does he sound like he's hurt? The blood on his face belongs to that brother on the ground!"
The officers remained silent, but the foreigner was losing his mind. "I want to go to the hospital! We'll look at the medical report! Fck! Fck you!!" He pulled out his "ultimate move."
Stomp, stomp, stomp—
"Eh? What's going on here?"
A new voice drew everyone's attention. Seito, now inexplicably wearing a white lab coat, walked over with a look of mild surprise.
The youth: "..."
(Holy crap! Dad!)
The foreigner: "..."
(Fck you!*)
"Sir, are you... a doctor?" Iori asked, injecting a hint of uncertainty into his voice, acting as if he didn't know Seito.
"Indeed," Seito nodded. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"Perfect timing," the middle-aged officer said, gesturing toward the youth and the foreigner. "Doctor, could you take a quick look at their injuries?"
"No problem." Seito nodded.
The foreigner panicked. Fck! This guy was the one who hit me the hardest!* "Officers! Don't believe him! He's a fake! A total fake!" he screamed desperately.
The officers looked at Seito, who calmly pulled out an identification card.
The foreigner: "..."
He was completely dumbfounded. Where did that ID come from? Isn't he a student?
The officers inspected the ID closely. After a moment, they handed it back to Seito and turned to the foreigner. "The credentials are authentic."
The foreigner's eyes widened. "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! F*ck! He hit me too! He's in on it with those three!"
The officers looked back at Seito, who put on his most innocent face. "I honestly don't know who they are."
"Hmm..." The officers looked back at the foreigner. "In that case, we'll look for other witnesses."
The middle-aged officer gave a signal, and the younger officer left. A moment later, he returned with the security guard.
Seito: "..."
Iori and Hidenori: "..."
The youth: "..."
The foreigner: "..."
Ignoring the strange looks from the group, the officer asked the guard, "Sir, did you see what happened here?"
"I did," the guard nodded, launching into his explanation. "I heard the shouting. This foreigner hit the guy with his car, and when the kid asked for compensation, the foreigner refused and started throwing punches. These two are students from my academy; they tried to pull them apart but couldn't stop it. If you hadn't shown up, that kid on the ground would've been in real trouble."
The guard cast a pitying look at the youth. The foreigner's eyes went dull and hollow.
"Alright, Dr. Mu... please proceed with the exam." The officer, recalling the name on the ID, rubbed his temples. This foreigner was nothing but trouble.
"Will do." Seito began his "examination."
A few minutes later, Seito gave the youth a curious look before turning to the police. "The foreigner only has some superficial bruising. But this brother here is in bad shape—his arm is completely dislocated."
The officers nodded grimly. "Alright, the four of you, come with us to the station."
The police led away the youth, the foreigner, Iori, and Hidenori. Seito and the guard stood together, watching them disappear.
"Tsk, tsk. Another good deed done," Seito remarked.
When he had "examined" the foreigner, he had silently used his Healing skill to fix all the internal damage from the beating, leaving only the surface bruises. However, he didn't touch the guy's pre-existing issues—kidney deficiency, diabetes, and appendicitis—and even used a tiny bit of Spatial Power to make him feel even more drained. No matter how many tests they ran at the hospital, that foreigner was going to pay a heavy price today.
The guard nodded in deep agreement.
"Alright, get to class."
"Thanks, brother." Seito grinned and headed into the school.
Sobu High, 3rd Floor, Class 1-D.
By the time Seito reached the classroom, the first period had already started. It was Shizuka Hiratsuka's class, and she was in the middle of a lecture. Suddenly, a pleasant singing voice drifted from the hallway:
"Once upon a time~ someone loved you for a long time!"
"But the wind~ gradually~"
"Blew the distance so far away~!"
Bam!
The front door swung open, and a handsome boy in a white lab coat strolled in. Shizuka's eyelid twitched. "What on earth are you wearing?"
Seito looked her up and down, flashing a row of brilliant white teeth. "A matching outfit."
Shizuka: "..."
Class 1-D: "..."
Matching outfit, my foot!
Her mouth twitched as she gave him her best "dead fish" stare. "And why are you late today?"
Seito rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Acts of heroism!"
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