Konoha Hospital.
Emiya Shihara was there.
He looked every bit the part of a doctor.
This was his duty in Konoha: to heal and save lives as a genuine medical-nin. Few in the village recognized his face, and he made no effort to hide his identity. Yet some at the hospital felt a strange sense of familiarity, a subconscious recognition. The Senju clan had countless medical-nin, and many of them, like Hashirama Senju in his youth, had once quietly gazed at Emiya Shihara's crystal coffin as children.
"Tell him to eat and drink."
With a flick of his fingertips, a shimmer of emerald chakra vanished silently. Without even checking the patient he had just treated, Shihara instructed the assistant: "Tell his family to come clean him up in the ward. He can be discharged today."
Chakra… truly a magical power.
It could heal wounds with astonishing speed. Combined with advanced medical skills, even complex surgeries could be performed with minimal risk.
"Lord Emiya is amazing!"
"We wouldn't dare operate on this patient ourselves!"
"That's normal," Shihara replied calmly. "Maintaining vital signs during surgery is crucial. Excessive bleeding or a long operation could kill the patient. Postoperative medical ninjutsu can accelerate healing, but it cannot compensate for all risks."
He reached for the medical record, wrote and drew briefly, and handed it back to the assistant: "I've performed many operations, so I've become proficient. Your conservative treatment plan helped—at least it saved his life."
"This is…" the assistant began, curiosity piqued.
"This is a possible medication for treatment," Shihara said casually. "I've observed countless patients. The last one with similar conditions used herbs from home to alleviate pain. I've applied the same herb to others with excellent results and no complications. Once you locate this herb, wait before using it—let me study it. The situation may differ here."
This was ancient knowledge. Even after a thousand years, the human body evolved, and Shihara could not be certain of the herb's effectiveness in every case.
Outside the operating room, the door opened.
"Sir Emiya!"
Hashirama Senju knelt immediately, his first Hokage dignity set aside, eyes brimming with tears. "Please save my comrade, Sasuke!"
Emiya Shihara's eyes twitched. This man… why did it feel like he was courting trouble? Yet saving Sasuke sounded oddly… necessary coming from Hashirama.
The assistant behind Shihara covered his face in disbelief. Even the First Hokage, a figure of immense power, could be moved to tears in moments of crisis.
"Sasuke went after Madara," Hashirama explained. "He was severely injured by Madara's Fire Release technique. Only the village…"
"How long can he survive?" Shihara Emiya interrupted, checking Sasuke's injuries carefully.
"!!!"
A look of horror crossed the faces of everyone present.
"We have to save him immediately…"
"If only he could hold on a few more days…" Shihara muttered. "Fortunately, the next patient needing surgery can wait for years."
Everyone present felt beads of sweat on their foreheads.
No… could this really be the work of a proper medical ninja?
Click.
The operating room door closed.
Outside, a group of guarding ninjas helped the First Hokage sit. Anxiety hung thick in the air. A young boy, wearing a Konoha ninja forehead protector, ran over, face pale with worry.
"Monkey!" Hashirama called him over.
This was Sarutobi Hiruzen, only fourteen or fifteen, Sarutobi Sasuke's son. His nickname came from his family's summoning beast—a monkey—and his playful, energetic nature. Yet now, he was anxious and serious, worried for his father.
"Hokage-sama… my father…"
"Monkey, don't worry," Hashirama soothed, rubbing his head. "The one treating him is the greatest medical ninja in history."
Hiruzen's friends rushed over, young boys and girls, anxious and fearful.
"Hiruzen, we heard your father…"
The young boy nodded calmly, attempting to ease his friends' worry. "Thank you. Hokage-sama says my father will be well soon."
A broad smile crossed Hashirama's face. "I swear, in the name of the Hokage, he will recover!"
The guarding ninjas panicked, trying to cover the boy's mouth.
No one could speak so confidently yet. Sasuke Sarutobi had arrived seriously injured—his survival was miraculous. Even a master of Fire Release could be brought low by a skilled opponent.
"Where's Danzo?" a girl asked, suddenly noticing someone missing.
"He's still training at the grounds," a boy with glasses explained. "He hasn't been informed of Sasuke's condition yet."
"Don't tell him today," Hiruzen said calmly, like a young adult among panicked friends. "We'll wait until my father is stable, then I will inform Danzo. He shouldn't worry now."
The group nodded. Hiruzen's quiet authority inspired trust even among his peers.
Inside the operating room, Emiya Shihara worked calmly. For him, this burn surgery was simple compared to prior internal surgeries.
His left hand guided a floating chakra scalpel, carefully excising damaged skin and muscle with minimal invasiveness. Blood flowed from the wound, but his right hand bathed it in emerald yang-attribute chakra, rapidly halting bleeding and regenerating tissue.
"Don't be afraid. His body is strong," Shihara said to the assistant. "Compared to internal organ surgery, this is simple. Luckily, he avoided inhalation burns. That would have made this far more dangerous."
"I… I understand," the assistant stammered, awe mixed with fear.
Shihara continued calmly: "I once saved a patient with severe respiratory burns. At the time, my power was even greater than now. I cut open his throat and lungs and saved him."
The assistant felt dizzy just listening.
Finally, Sasuke Sarutobi stirred, wincing in pain.
"Are you awake?" Shihara asked, glancing at him. Then, to the assistant's horror, he casually added, "By the way… did I give him anesthesia before the surgery?"
A tense silence filled the room.
Even in this legendary hospital, Shihara's methods were… unconventional.
Yet for someone like him, mastery over chakra and medical arts could make the impossible routine.
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