ALS is indeed an incurable terminal illness, roughly equivalent to chronic death.
The patient will gradually lose the ability to move, from mild muscle weakness to full-body muscle atrophy, until complete paralysis, even breathing must rely on machine assistance.
But what modern medicine cannot solve as a terminal illness is an easy task for cultivators.
Not to mention just chronic death, even if Togawa Mizuho had already died and passed away, her body pulled away for cremation, as long as her soul had not yet dissipated, Kaito could still bring her back.
It would be nothing more than, like helping Mortis, crafting her a new body as well.
Speaking of Mortis... these past few days, the essence of the moon he had been collecting was about enough. Once he got home tonight, he could begin forging her a brand-new physical body.
If nothing went wrong, by tomorrow there would be a new lively little sister at home whose personality was the opposite of Mutsumi's.
'Why do I have a bad feeling about this? Is it just an illusion?' [T/N: Flag has been raised.]
Although that girl was a bit more energetic than Mutsumi, she still respected him as an older brother, so she probably wouldn't do anything too outrageous.
Shaking his head, Kaito no longer thought about it and turned to look at Togawa Mizuho inside the ward.
Even though she was already a mother, even though she was afflicted with a terminal illness, this sleeping lady still looked very young. The disease only made her appear a little haggard, but in contrast, added a bit of the fragile and delicate beauty like "sickly Xi Shi," which made her particularly endearing.
'No wonder she can give birth to a daughter like little Sakiko, excellent genes indeed.'
Unfortunately, her days were numbered.
If human vitality were to be displayed in the form of fire, then Sakiko would be a bright and blazing bonfire, capable of burning for a long time without showing exhaustion, as long as no accidents occurred.
But Togawa Mizuho was more like a pile of nearly burnt-out embers, with only scattered sparks left. She didn't even need wind or rain, her extinguishment was progressing visibly, step by step.
In this aspect, her vitality was even worse than Togawa Sadaharu, who was already elderly. Though that old man had graying hair, his body was still quite robust, living another twenty or thirty years would not be a problem.
If Sakiko were also troubled by this terminal illness in the future, it was not impossible that he might outlive his wife, daughter, and granddaughter, three generations.
That was actually quite tragic when you think about it.
"Can it really… be done?", Togawa Sakiko had no idea what was going through her boss's mind.
Her trust in Kaito could be called 120%. If there were something like a "Boss Fangirl World Cup," that strange sort of contest, the little secretary would definitely have a good shot at second place, or even first.
But since it involved her closest family, although hope had risen in her heart, the girl inevitably also felt nervous.
"Don't worry."
Perhaps because that soft, round little face was too cute, Kaito instinctively reached out and scratched her fair, plump chin. The motion was so natural that it made one want to ask, "Why are you so skilled at this? Just how many times have you done this with her?"
This scene fell into the eyes of Togawa Sadaharu to the side, and the wrinkles at the corner of the old man's eyes twitched noticeably.
That technique, if one didn't know better, they'd think he was petting a cat.
And his rebellious granddaughter, who either glared or bristled in front of him, was now acting just like a well-behaved cat in the face of what could be considered an inappropriate move. Not only did she not resist, but she even instinctively lowered her head to make it easier for him to scratch.
'Who turned my granddaughter into this?'
Fortunately, Sakiko quickly realized that they weren't at home and that her grandfather was standing nearby, so she didn't stay immersed for long. She soon separated from the boss, standing to the side with a blushing face.
Kaito paid no mind to Togawa Sadaharu's increasingly dark expression. After all, even if the old man got angry, all he could do was be angry for a moment.
He simply patted little Sakiko's head again and said softly, "Give me one minute."
The warmth on top of her head was like the sun in spring, bringing a calming power. The blue-haired girl raised her face and nodded hard, "...I believe in President!"
Even onmyoji / priests / shrine maidens who wield supernatural powers could not cure Mizuho's illness.
Togawa Sadaharu had long despaired over this fact. But looking at Kaito's calm and relaxed face, as if he were just casually attending a dinner party, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
'Maybe… maybe this boy in front of me can truly create a miracle?'
As long as he could save Mizuho, not to mention just touching Sakiko in front of him, even if he touched him, the old man might be able to endure it. [T/N: 😨]
Inside the quiet ward, only the "tick tock" sounds of an unknown blue-colored machine could be heard.
Kaito slowly walked to the bedside, extended one finger, and lightly tapped the forehead of the sleeping, frail woman.
In the hidden realm unseen by mortals, with his movement, a massive, surging flood of vitality burst forth like a floodgate opening. It rushed eagerly from his fingertip into Togawa Mizuho's body, but when it came into contact with her form, it suddenly softened.
The life fire of this mature lady, which had been fading and nearing extinction, was like being injected with new fuel, revived again with vitality.
The steady flames gradually grew stronger, then burned fiercely.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the woman's pale blue face regained color, returning to a healthy glow.
Although she had already taken good care of herself, clearly the mother of a daughter as old as Sakiko, she showed no signs of aging, not even a wrinkle, only a graceful maturity.
But now her delicate face was tender and youthful, shining with the smoothness and delicacy unique to a young girl, with a jelly-like texture. The entire person seemed to have become ten years younger, transforming from a thirty-something mature lady into a twenty-year-old college girl.
Actually, Kaito wasn't well-versed in medicine, but he understood one very simple principle, 'Miracles come from power, no, wait, what I meant to say was: whatever is lacking, just supplement it.'
If you're hungry, replenish nutrients. If you're thirsty, drink water.
As for lacking vitality? Just top it up.
However… judging by the results, it seemed like he had misjudged the dosage.
He had indeed helped replenish the life force Mizuho had lost, but accidentally went a bit overboard.
After restoring her battered body, the excess vitality hadn't been used up, it merged into her limbs and bones, resulting in this scene of reverse aging.
If she were to stand next to Sakiko now, no one would guess they were mother and daughter. Calling them sisters would actually be more accurate.
———
Her whole body felt light, as if soaking in a hot spring.
Since getting sick… how long had it been since she felt so relaxed?
Togawa Mizuho slowly opened her eyes, her blurry vision gradually becoming clear.
A snow-blue ceiling, the "tick tock" sound of machinery in her ears, and the faint scent of disinfectant floating in the air.
Beside her, there seemed to be a blurry human figure?
'Is it Sakiko? Or Father?'
Mizuho tried hard to blink, but in the interval of a single breath, she crashed into a pair of light chestnut eyes.
Dusk crept past the calla lilies placed at the bedside. The young man's clean pupils were clear as starlight, shining as if radiating light.
[T/N: Oya~Ko~Don~]
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