Konoha no Hatake's happy wind male Konoha

Red Rope is right about at least one thing, that is, Yasuo really has no talent for medical ninjutsu.

While doing chakra control exercises, a small leaf swayed in his palm like a canoe in the Pacific Ocean, and sank in less than a second.

It can be said that if Yasuo were to perform eye replacement surgery on Madara or Obito, then there would probably be no Moon Eye Project.

But Yasuo has found several reliable friends.

When he took Urgot's suture, Orochimaru felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, feeling that he was born to deal with this.

Orochimaru's chakra control is very good. If it were not for his obsession with immortality, he could have used his talent for human experiments in medical surgeries.

Under Yasuo's command, Orochimaru accurately sewed the blood vessels in the daimyo's head in position, and then used chakra as an adhesive to fill the gaps between the needles and threads.

Senju Coral, who maintains his palm skills, has forgotten the ages of the two young men in front of him, and is playing the role of an assistant meticulously.

"Senior Coral, you can remove the Palm Immortal Technique."

It wasn't until Yasuo reminded her that Senju Coral realized that the daimyo's completely ruptured blood vessel had been sutured.

"Is it really okay to leave a foreign object in a patient's body?"

Thousand Hands Coral slowly removed the Palm Immortal Technique. Of course she could see that the sutured blood vessels could fully withstand the pressure of blood filling, but she was still very doubtful about the postoperative reaction.

"Don't worry, this is a thread with very good biocompatibility. It is very precious, but it is more than worth it if it is used on a great man like Grandpa Daiming who cares about the people and is very talented. You can also buy some, Senior Coral, of course. There is a fee for that.”

Yasuo smiled and replied, Urgot is a huge guy, and his suture thread is not just this small section.

"We still have to see the final recovery of His Highness the Daimyo."

Senju Coral replied noncommittally that Yasuo's vascular suturing technique had given her a lot of inspiration, but she had no intention of trying it yet.

"Surgery successful"

The eldest son of the Dai Ming Dynasty's face was as dark as water at this moment. Even after decades of self-cultivation, he still put negative emotions on his face at this moment.

Fortunately, no one noticed the abnormality in his expression at this time.

"Yasuo, Yasuo, have you revived grandpa?" Tsunade finally asked in a voice. Previously, she was afraid of disturbing Yasuo's operation, so she had been forcing herself not to make a sound.

"Silly boy, how can the patient wake up so quickly after the operation? The result depends on the patient's own recovery ability."

Senju Coral had washed her hands and touched Tsunade's head lovingly and said.

"But grandpa is 86 years old, can he still recover?"

Tsunade still knows something about medical skills. The older the person, the more difficult it is to recover from injuries.

After hearing Tsunade's childlike words, the eyes of the eldest son brightened again, and he quickly said to Senju Coral:

"Coral Jonin, can Father still wake up? Don't have any worries. You must tell the truth. No matter what the outcome is, we can persevere."

Qianju Coral was silent for a while, and could only say truthfully: "After all, His Highness the Daimyo is too old. Even if the operation is successful, it will be difficult for him to survive and wake up. Even if he can wake up with the blessing of the gods, I am afraid he will only be able to wake up for the rest of his life." I can be paralyzed in bed.”

"This is so good and so sad"

The eldest son of the Dai Ming Dynasty was in a mood that was so up and down today that he almost spilled the beans. He felt that his head hurt a little.

After all, he is also 60 years old.

However, just when he finally put his heart back in his stomach, a voice that he was very familiar with but also didn't want to hear came to mind.

"The old Coral Jounin thinks he can still be saved."

Under everyone's shocked gazes, the Daimyo opened his eyes with difficulty.

The best way to make people grateful is to do good deeds that make people think you don't know they know but in fact they really do.

Before the operation began, Yasuo infiltrated a small amount of reusable potion into Urgot's sutures.

As the blood vessels were sutured, the medicine in the sutures gradually entered the daimyo's blood.

Such a small amount of reusable potion naturally has no effect of bringing the dead back to life, but it is enough to restore the daimyo's consciousness.

Therefore, the daimyo knew clearly who his savior was, and even heard the outstanding junior's fair evaluation of his achievements.

In short, the daimyo is now satisfied with Yasuo's 1.

"Father, can you get up now that you have recovered?" the eldest son asked in a panic.

"Hmph, as you wish, I'm afraid I'll never be able to stand up again."

The daimyo snorted coldly. He was very aware of the eldest son's petty thoughts, but the daimyo was also very aware of his own body. Even without this serious illness, he planned to step down as daimyo next year.

Ignoring his son who was sweating profusely, the daimyo turned to Yasuo and said:

"Young man, you must have saved me. Judging from his age, he seems to be about the same as Tsunade. He is really a little genius."

The daimyo's voice was weak, but his tone was full of love for his juniors.

"Grandpa Daimyo, you have given me the award. This is all due to Coral-senpai's superb ninjutsu and Orochimaru-san's stitching skills. And I think the most important thing is that Grandpa Daimyo has devoted so much effort to the Fire Country. He should have grown up." Live a hundred years."

Yasuo tried his best to show a harmless face, and said the most disgusting words in the most innocent voice.

"What a sensible boy, but the real hero is you. It was you who invented a new medical ninjutsu."

The daimyo's cloudy eyes were filled with relief: "It's not easy to have such a young genius in peaceful times. Sato, go get my most cherished gold pen and give it to this young genius as a souvenir."

"Grandpa, your gold pen seems to have been sold by me," Tsunade said weakly, covering her little head.

The corner of the daimyo's mouth twitched: "Then take the black pearl that the daimyo of the Kingdom of Water gave me and give it to the little genius."

“It seems that I also sold this one.”

Name: ""

Seeing the appearance of Daimyo and Tsunade, Yasuo felt very accomplished. He should have brought them happiness, right?

At least Tsunade can enjoy more childhood with her grandfather, and she should be happier.

At this moment, Yasuo suddenly felt a cold gaze, and subconsciously turned his head to look. It was the eldest son of the daimyo, Tsunade's uncle.

Although the look full of deep hostility disappeared in just a moment, Yasuo still keenly captured it.

This little old man is so petty. Shouldn’t normal people make good friends with potential famous doctors in the future?

Maybe I have been a prince for too long and have lost my mind. Maybe I just think that I am just lucky.

No matter what, it is not a good thing to be resented by a future daimyo.

Turning to look at the daimyo who was feigning anger and scolding Tsunade, Yasuo fell into deep thought.

Thanks to the reusable potion produced by the system, Yasuo could clearly see the red numbers popping up on the elder's head.

"1s"

"1s"

"1s"

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