Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Moca was overjoyed that his master still retained some reason and didn't personally bathe Miss Sophia.

However, after the bath, the servants didn't know where to settle the young lady.

"Master, where should this lady be placed?"

The Death God stared at the woman, still unconscious in her nightgown, and said impatiently, "Alright, you can all leave." After dismissing the servants, he personally carried her up.

"Moca, has the physician arrived?"

Compared to the shocked servants, Moca had now become calmer. "Yes, Master, the physician is on their way." As soon as he finished speaking, the physician arrived, carrying a medicine box.

The physician was truly dedicated to his profession. Although he was surprised to see the Death God carrying a human, he quickly shifted his focus. "Master, could you please put this lady down first?"

"Come in," the Death God said, carrying Sophia into his bedroom.

The little black cat's nest was truly luxurious, but no matter how luxurious, it was designed for a cat. A human simply couldn't fit.

The Death God frowned, seemingly troubled. Just as he was about to place her on the floor, the physician said, "Master, this lady is a human; they are rather fragile. May I ask what happened to her before she lost consciousness?"

Upon hearing the word "fragile," the Death God's forehead twitched.

The little black cat was currently lying on the verge of death in his pocket. If Sophia's human body also perished, then she would be truly dead. Therefore, he changed his mind at the last minute and placed her on his bed.

Come to think of it, the little black cat used to sleep on his bed, or rather, with him. He just didn't understand why, every time they fell asleep, she would slip away to her own nest. The Death God had once been very displeased by this and even had someone dismantle the cat's nest. But after the nest was removed, the silly creature simply slept on the floor. After several such incidents, the Death God lost his patience and had the nest reassembled.

Forget it, she could sleep wherever she pleased, as long as she didn't get sick.

After Sophia was laid down, the physician immediately began his examination, not forgetting to ask Moca a few questions.

"Mr. Moca, could you tell me what happened to this lady before she fainted?" He paused, then added, "Just the general idea, no need for too much detail."

Moca found it difficult to articulate, but under the physician's gaze, he reluctantly began.

"Well, she was made to feed a few ferocious beasts."

The physician thought he had misheard. "…Feed ferocious beasts? How many?"

Moca, "Just five, six, seven or so. Then she fainted. Oh, and after she fainted, Master accidentally bumped her leg."

The corner of the physician's mouth twitched. He was about to say something, but upon seeing the Death God's gloomy expression, he immediately shut his mouth.

Forget it, everyone in the Death God's Hall knew that these humans were meant to be sacrifices for the master. Never mind a kick, even killing them wouldn't be a big deal.

"Master, this lady is just in a deep sleep. Aside from her leg, there are no other major injuries." The physician now understood Moca's earlier struggle to explain. Even he found the situation baffling. His master had been so rough, with the ferocious beasts and the broken leg, oh, and the obvious marks on her neck, that looked life-threatening, right? But now he was fussing over her, bringing her back to his own nest. Was this concern or indifference?

Upon hearing about the leg injury, the Death God's face darkened again. "How bad is the leg injury?"

The physician, "The bone is slightly dislocated and needs to be reset. It would be best if this lady doesn't move around during this time."

Death God: …

He swore he had only touched her lightly, not intending to break her leg.

So, humans truly were fragile, breaking at the slightest touch.

The physician took out some ointment. Besides the leg injury, she had some scrapes from being dragged around by the beasts, but overall, they weren't serious.

As a physician, applying medicine was naturally his job. But just as he took out the ointment, before he could even touch her, a chilling voice rang out beside him.

"What are you doing?"

The physician shuddered, nearly dropping the medicine. After calming down, he explained, "This lady has some scrapes that need tending to."

The scrapes were numerous, mostly on her back. To apply the ointment, her clothes would need to be unfastened.

As soon as the Death God thought of this, his anger flared.

"Leave it. I'll do the rest."

The physician felt a chill down his spine, sensing his imminent demise. He quickly packed his medicine box, bowed, and swiftly departed.

The Death God had never taken care of anyone. But recalling how her leg had broken with just a light touch, he held his breath and applied the medicine as gently as possible. Of course, he had even less experience undressing someone. He fumbled with the buttons for a long time, managing only three before his temper flared. With a rip, he tore the garment.

In the quiet bedroom, the sound of tearing fabric was exceptionally loud.

Even Moca, outside the bedroom, heard it clearly.

His face contorted for a moment. He had thought he had become calm after the day's events, but now, he realized he wasn't as composed as he imagined.

So, what had happened that necessitated tearing clothes?

Moca's face remained expressionless, but he found himself uncontrollably thinking about the Death God again. He immediately slapped himself.

Stop it! That was the Death God! How could he, a mere servant, speculate about his master's thoughts?

Su Tang's sleep was truly restless. She felt like she was dying. Not to mention the burning pain in her throat, just her right leg alone felt useless. As for the scrapes on her back, they were hardly worth mentioning.

"Don't move." The Death God, after a sleepless night, finally saw her awake, only to find her fidgeting restlessly.

Su Tang, seeing the familiar bedroom, was first stunned, thinking her status in his heart had risen. But when she noticed the little black cat in his arms, she fell silent.

Risen, my foot! She was just an accident. The little black cat was the main character!

"Death God," she said, only to realize her throat was hoarse and painful, making her reluctant to speak further.

The Death God, having no experience caring for others, didn't realize she needed water. He simply stared at her grimly. "Tell me."

Su Tang, "Tell you what?"

"About you and Persephone."

If she were to explain in detail, Su Tang could talk for a long time. But now, with her throat and body aching, she didn't want to speak much. She simply picked out the important points. "I don't know. Three years ago, I accidentally discovered I could possess a black cat, twelve hours a day, half human, half cat."

Hearing this, the Death God remained silent, his face grim. His little black cat did indeed sleep twelve hours a day. That part matched.

But what then? Why didn't this ugly woman continue?

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