Grim Reaper: Studying medicine can't save the world of corpses and souls

‘Mr. Unohana, would you like to listen to what you are saying? '

'How could I be similar to Aizen Soyousuke? I am a good person! '

Qian Shoucheng took the lead in sending himself a dozen good person cards in succession, with a smile of a purebred good person on his face, and said a little embarrassedly.

"Teacher, how can I be as good as Vice Captain Aizen? Even if you want me to build up my self-confidence, it's too exaggerated."

Unozhihuaretsu's beautiful eyes stared at Makoto Senshou, quite sure of his own judgment, and said. "No, there are indeed some similarities, but there is a rather obvious difference between you and the vice-captain Aizen."

Qian Shoucheng asked unexpectedly. "What is it?"

Unozhihuali opened his lips slightly and said. "Lonely, a loneliness that sometimes seems out of place in the world..."

Qian Shoucheng... a little stunned.

Lonely? !

Makoto Senshou, who had been poked in some places in his heart, almost forced his smile, and suddenly exuded a strong sense of loneliness.

A pity flashed in Uozhihuali's eyes, but he didn't continue to ask questions. Instead, he got up and left the courtyard to participate in the captain's meeting once a month.

For individuals, loneliness is the most inescapable curse!

Arrived in the world alone, and will leave the world alone...

Between these two solitudes, everyone is a lonely soul wandering in confusion.

Especially for the god of death with a long lifespan, that loneliness will be extended countless times by time, and a lot of "different or similar" is needed to fill or smooth that loneliness.

In the past, Uno Hanarai chose to fight against that loneliness by killing. He felt his true self in the endless killing, and was completely obsessed with that killing to replace loneliness.

Now, according to Unohana Lie, Makoto Senshou hasn't really found his own way to integrate into this world and heal his loneliness...

Although the loneliness shown by Makoto Senshou sometimes seems a bit too strong, as a teacher's gentleness, Uzhi Huaretsu did not bother Makoto Senshou.

After Uzhi Hualie left for a while, Senshou Makoto breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly adjusted his state back.

So lonely……

Didn't expect Mr. Unokana's observation ability to be so meticulous, or did he show it unintentionally?

Qian Shoucheng thought silently, unconsciously pursing his lips hard.

However, Makoto also understands where his loneliness comes from, that is, the loneliness of not having the same kind, the true sense of "the same kind".

The memories retained in the previous life let Qian Shoucheng understand that he is a different kind in this world in a sense.

However, in fact, Makoto Senshou didn't pay too much attention to this kind of thing, time... will heal everything, and being sentimental is not Makoto's character.

On the contrary, the corner of Qian Shoucheng's mouth grinned, showing a little more expectation for the future in the gynecology department.

With the authority of Uo no Hana's praises, it is presumed that patients who come to him for consultation will gradually appear, that is to say... After more than two months of silence, I can finally find another opportunity to start "sowing seeds".

As for how to get some bloody wounds out of the patient, Qian Shoucheng also had a plan in mind, that is... needles.

Of course, what Qian Shoucheng means is acupuncture, if you are sick or not...you can get an acupuncture free of charge.

Thinking that his "seeds of the forest" will soon take root and sprout in Jinglingting, Makoto is in a good mood, and the loneliness in his heart immediately dissipates a lot.

'Sure enough, I have been lonely and depressed for the past few months. Maybe it has something to do with the inability to sow seeds, and the speed of spiritual power accumulation has been unable to increase for a long time...'

‘Prick a needle, sow a seed, where is there any loneliness? '

'No emotion but happiness. '

Makoto Qianshou murmured, after quickly solving the problem of breakfast, he hurried towards the gynecology department, ready to start a new day.

...

On the other hand, as Jingling Court's monthly captain's meeting day, the captains of the entire Jingling Court and their vice-captains almost all gathered towards the first team early.

And as the first team slowly closed the door, it also meant that the authority in the Jingling Court was second only to the Central Forty-six Room, and a meeting that would affect the direction of the entire Soul World was about to begin.

In the large and majestic conference room, the captain-level death gods wearing different captain haori stood in two rows facing each other, and each of them had a completely different team number written on the captain haori behind them.

A total of twelve different figures stood in this meeting room, and almost every figure faintly exuded a terrifying spiritual pressure that was unbearable for ordinary gods of death.

In the end, as the ancient conference bell outside the conference room rang, it announced the start of this conference.

The first one standing on the right side of the head has a hideous cross-shaped scar, a silver-white beard with a purple belt on his chest, and the word "one" written on the pure white captain's haori that is simply draped over his body. The majestic old man Sui Mu opened his slightly squinted eyes and scanned the eleven captains in front of him.

Except for the captain of the 10th squad, who was still vacant, the rest of the captains had already arrived, and they spoke slowly.

"Captains, the meeting has officially begun..."

And in the adjutant waiting room near the captain's meeting room, as the terrifying spiritual pressure faintly conveyed from the next meeting room subsided, a large group of vice-captains who followed the captain to attend the meeting gradually relaxed. .

"It's really scary. I can only say that as expected of the captains, I'm in awe of the spiritual pressure that was inadvertently leaked just by every word and deed."

A lively-looking vice-captain of the 9th division, Jiu Nanbai, with short green wavy hair and a red scarf, patted his small chest, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and murmured.

The burly and tall, showing some extreme style, the deputy captain of the third division, Sheba Chitetsu (female), nodded and said in awe.

"Of course, that's the captain. He's not at the same level as the ordinary god of death. I'm afraid that even if we want to participate in the meeting, we won't be able to stand in front of the captain's gate."

However, Cao Deer Yaqianliu, who was accompanying the meeting for the first time as an adjutant, couldn't help but smacked his mouth and shouted. "Well...it's just so boring, how long am I going to stay here?"

And the vice-captain of the first team, who has conspicuous short white hair combed back and a black moustache, said sternly.

"Please be quiet, the vice-captain of the 11th Division. The meeting time is determined by the content of the required discussions. As adjutants, we just need to wait patiently for the captain's instructions to provide corresponding assistance."

However, after Sparrow Minister Jiro subconsciously finished speaking, looking at the short-legged little pink loli in front of him with big confused eyes that blinked and blinked, his stern expression couldn't hold back.