Jujutsu Kaisen Doctor Novels & Stories

However, Akiko was already interested in the new candidate. “Was that his speciality skill?” she asked. Nodding, Ryan quickly explained that Junze was a martial artist who dabbled in traditional Chinese Medicine and was an underground doctor he sometimes visited. “My bones were modified never to break. However, they often dislocate upon harsh impact. He’s usually the one putting them back in place. Jun is also a martial artist who practises internal arts and soft fists. He’s a good nutritionist and can concoct medical meals to nourish the health, although he can be a little too pushy when he sees someone needing treatment.”

Gasps enveloped the room, crazy thoughts roaming through their head as I raised my sword up. “Sir, we have the utensils to cut out the flesh; you don’t have to kill him.” One of the doctors pleaded. “It’s useless.” I took the swing, slashing right through his open cut. Blood splattered on my sword, and with the next swing, my katana was clean. I shoved my katana back in its case to observe Craig. “Do you feel the heat anymore?” I questioned. He heaved a bit before bursting into laughter. “The heat is gone; I can only feel something cool relaxing my muscles.” He responded.

' thought doctor Gilbert and hit his head twice with his hand . Kiara continued to look at his weird behavior a bit shocked . ' Is a guy like this really a doctor ?! His behavior right now is similia to the students who haven't studied enough for the exams and are sure to fail . ' thought Kiara . " Okay ! Sir Justin's pulse is a bit week . He needs a bit of energy ! " said doctor Gilbert and opened the box then took out a black glass bottle . Kiara looked at it suspiciously . She had never seen that kind of format on the pharmacy before .

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

"Who? Xander Riordan?" Kano nearly jumped out of his wheelchair when he heard the name from Kaji. He grabbed his phone and searched for something. "Is this guy?" Kaji looked at the photo his father had shown him and immediately scowled. "That's right! That's him, the man who humiliated me and stole my sweetheart, my Doctor Jonas!" Kano pulled his phone back. "If he really is Doctor Jonas's boyfriend, then you can't mess with them anymore!"

The sound of the impact has almost hurt Kazuha's ears if it weren't for the hearing aids. The two continued exchanging blows. Kurai and Kazuha saw that Ryosuke’s fighting style to be familiar. Only Cai Kang seems to be aware of the style. After watching a bit more, they realized it is similar to the Cai style but a bit more firm and solid as his focus is on strength and durability. But they noticed that despite being a martial artist, they could tell that Ryosuke is self-taught which is quite rare for a martial artist of his caliber.

She stared into his face and waited, perhaps he would turn out more kind than the Doctor she met earlier. He introduced himself as Doctor Modri before he started giving her health tips. It was tougher than she had thought. She felt tense answering his questions and thank Goodness, Raymond wasn't there. The interrogations relayed some truths to the Doctor. “Thank goodness. That means, you won't be needing a second surgery. All you need to do is train your mindset.” The Doctor said, scrabbling something on a small jotter which he handed to Isa. She seemed perplexed. What would she be needing the jotter for?

“We’ve contacted the best toxicologist available.” Cassian straightened slightly. “He’s on his way.” My voice came out hoarse. “Who?” The doctor answered, “Dr. Julian Vane.” Immediately Cassian’s gasp cut through the room. Making everyone turn in response.

I don’t want him to think I’m some wimp, after all. “And I did not drink half the glass.” I look at it. Alright. Maybe close to half. Rainier gives another chuckle. I narrow my eyes at him. “What?” “Nothing.” He shrugs. “I can tell you’re a little more sane already.” I frown. Why then do I feel the opposite? “What else did your doctor tell you?” Rainier asks. I try to remember Dr. Carver’s words. “To… dance?” He looks around. I’m confused. What is he looking for?

Voices shouted all around. “I need a trauma surgeon! Now!” someone yelled. Then he appeared. Dr. Ethan Black moved through the chaos like he owned it. Tall, broad shoulders under his white coat, dark hair slightly messy like he had run his fingers through it too many times. His blue eyes locked on her the second he reached the stretcher. Lila’s breath caught. Even through the pain, she noticed him. Really noticed him. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his presence filled the whole room.