Naruto's caged bird

Under the gaze of Byakugan, Hizashi's chakra was swimming in the patient's body on the hospital bed. This kind of examination that combines visual and tactile perception is more accurate and detailed than the color ultrasound and MRI examinations in Hizashi's previous life. But as Hizashi finished examining the patient's body, his brows lowered further.

The situation seems to be much more serious than Hizashi imagined. The person who did it seemed unprepared to leave any hope for the patient to stand up.

The patient on the bed also frowned and asked eagerly about his condition:

"Tell me, tell me my body can be cured."

Just like the prayer of a terminally ill person, the patient on the hospital bed raised his only movable neck and opened his eyes wide. His entire face was wrinkled from exertion. The anxious and questioning gaze seemed to be filled with some hint of will: "It can definitely be cured, it can definitely be cured."

Hizashi did not reply immediately. He just stared at the medical record board in his hand with blank eyes, and then wrote line by line on the white paper with the signature pen in his right hand. The bold text spreads, recording the condition just checked.

After writing a whole paragraph, Hizashi's eyes followed the movement of his head and looked directly at the patient who was already in a hurry.

He looked at the other party with white eyes, and after staring for four and a half seconds, he said:

"You should be very aware of your own body, it has little chance of healing."

After saying that, Hizashi continued to write scratchily on the case that had half a piece of paper written on it, as if there was a long paragraph of text that he needed to record. The patient's mood also became extremely agitated due to his indifference.

"No, no, no. You check me out. You are a ninja, you are a doctor, and you are the best doctor here. You must have a way, there must be something."

The saliva from the wet, dry cough was almost withdrawn from the patient's excited neck. He wanted to get up, but he could only raise his neck helplessly.

Hizashi has never seen a person who is so eager for others to admit that he can do it. The patient on the hospital bed in front of him is the first one he has ever seen.

When his future and life can only be placed in the hands of others, he is so sad that he can only struggle, roar, and struggle, roaring but unable to do anything.

The patient seemed to be grasping at Hizashi's life-saving straw at this time. Within one minute, he said all the words that could confirm Hizashi: "You must have a way, definitely. Otherwise, you wouldn't suddenly check me out today. It must be like this."

This is a normal person's struggle after being paralyzed. But unfortunately, the greeting was still indifferent:

"If I had a way to cure your body, they wouldn't have to continue lying here, occupying those beds." At that sentence, Hizashi's right hand pointed directly at the beds outside the room.

On the bed, the more or less mutilated, more or less dull examples were particularly vivid in front of the patient's eyes.

At this moment, the patient in the room looked at the similarly paralyzed person outside the room. For a moment, he seemed to see his own future and thought of the rest of his life.

"Gudong"

The sound of swallowing came from the face like gold paper in front of him. The face that was wrinkled with desire just a moment ago remained rigid and motionless, showing fear for the future.

rustle,,

The tip of the pen continued to scratch on the hard board. It was only when the thin case paper was almost full that the daily differences seemed to have finally been recorded.

With a click, he put down the signature pen in his hand. It seemed that in order for the patient to see clearly, the board was casually placed on the small table beside him.

The words written on it no longer seemed to be the ghostly characters written by the hospital doctors that were difficult to read. Hizashi seemed to have deliberately recorded the patient's physical condition in order to be seen clearly.

"Patient: Shi Hasegawa; Age: 23 years old; Gender: Male, unmarried

"Condition: The cervical spine was severely injured by external force, and the fifth to seventh cervical vertebrae were dislocated. The spinal cord nerves were severely damaged and paraplegic at a high level. It was also accompanied by malnutrition and natural muscle atrophy due to long-term lack of exercise."

"Treatment programs:"

Lying down, holding his neck, he looked at the case. The patient in the special care ward is named Hasegawa Shizhi, and he is the stepson of a wealthy family. At this time, the patient, who was paralyzed from the neck down, was not much different from the numb vegetative state, in addition to being able to think normally. Perhaps, even the willful and reckless thinking of the rich second generation will gradually be tortured and collapsed by the daily life of paralysis.

Living unable to take care of oneself, all metabolism and movements of the body can only be completed by outsiders.

That kind of living without any dignity in front of others will completely make people lose all their expectations as time goes by.

Perhaps the only hope that Hasegawa had in his mind at this time was that he could stand up and squat down again, and be able to move his fingers. He thought about his life that was traded in the face of profit. If he hadn't been lucky enough to survive, or if his bloodline as a direct heir of the Hasegawa family was still valuable, he might have been abandoned by his opponents and fed to dogs.

This kind of life where the pampered life of a big family suddenly turned into a high-level paraplegia aroused hatred in the bottom of my heart. This patient, who was sent here just a few months ago, has had a drastic change in temperament over the past few months, becoming increasingly irritable, anxious and jealous:

"Heal me, please heal me."

Hasegawa questioned Hizashi fiercely. He was grasping at the only hope of being rescued at this time, grasping at the only straw that had appeared in his life in the past few months. He no longer knew that he was begging for help, or that his words had become ferocious.

Hizashi glared at him, and the patient's arrogance instantly turned into pleading.

"You're smart, I do have a few things I can try."

"Whatever method, as long as it can cure me, I can accept any price."

Hearing Hasegawa's answer, Hizashi smiled. At this moment, his face felt like a spring breeze, but his heart was dark and cold. After waiting for so long, this is what he wants

Permanent damage to the spine cannot be cured even by supernatural medical ninjutsu. But at this time, Niji knew that he had more than one way to fix it:

Using the vision of the past life and combining it with the knowledge of medical ninjutsu in this life

Hizashi knew he could try to physically and biologically fix this incurable disease. Through the transplantation and filling of the body's own collagen and stem cells, and then gradually adjusted through surgery, the injured spinal cord can be restored bit by bit during the treatment.

Of course, there is a simpler way, which is the unique way of Uncle Orochimaru.

If it were a body swap, it would be easy to cure any incurable disease. But this inhumane method is obviously not suitable under the current conditions of Konoha Hospital. As for the first cure method, what is available now is just a medical theory verified from Hizashi's previous life.

Hizashi looked at the patient's body in front of him.

He cannot desecrate the dead like Orochimaru. What he needs is "voluntariness." Whether it is the rebellious emotion or the dead body of a living person, the results of human research will be affected and changed. Only those who are truly willing to devote themselves to science can truly discover the mysteries of the human body.

This is a win-win choice. Both the doctor and the patient will get the rewards they deserve at the same time. Hasegawa Shikai has a new life, and Hizashi has enough time to explore the mysteries of the human body. The only thing to worry about may be what will happen to the patient's body if the attempt fails. But no matter what, Hasegawa Shi's tattered body is no longer damaged. For a person who can't even die, being able to move is hope

Therefore, Hizashi began to persuade gently:

"Don't be so sure yet. Just hear me out."

"My method has not been tried by anyone in this world. So, it is just a theory."

Wow, Hasegawa Shi's heart seemed to skip a beat. Immediately, he swallowed hard and the saliva that he had just howled to was about to dry up.

Hizashi continued to tell that as a doctor, he needs to inform patients about the risks during surgery. This is prescribed by Tsunade.

"Because it is a theory that no one has tried, so if you want to heal your body, you need to undergo some attempts and pain in treatment. Of course, there are also some costs of failure."

"However, it seems that for you now, any price should be affordable."

Silence, this is a long silence. The patient is thinking, the day difference is waiting

The exchange of interests requires the inner weighing of the person being traded. Hizashi needs a living person, someone who is alive and will not reveal his illegal human experiments. What the patient in front of me needs is his own new life.

It couldn't be any worse like this.

There is nothing left that cannot be lost

If there is, all that is left is this miserable life that can be laughed at.

He endured the sweat on his forehead, and his hoarse words suddenly stood out:

"what do I need to do"

In an instant, the pale pupils of the white eyes seemed to suddenly expand. Hizashi looked at Hasegawa Shi's face and smiled confidently:

"You don't need to do anything... No, to be precise: you just need to believe in me just like you just believed in me, and believe that I can succeed." Patients need absolute trust in the doctor

"Gudong" Hasegawa Zhi swallowed his throat fiercely. He suddenly realized that what he began to pray for did not seem to be that simple.

Absolute trust in others will make you eventually be eaten to the point of leaving no bones. This need to trust others frightens Hasegawa Shi.

Because, at this time, I am paralyzed all over the body, which is the result of excessive trust in certain people in my family. But the sad thing is that the only thing I can do now is believe.

At this moment, Hasegawa buried the thoughts in his mind deeply in his heart, not daring to expose himself to Hizashi who threw straw in front of him.

He needs to be standing and alive

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I've been quite confused lately about how to write and why I'm not satisfied with it. After reading it, I wanted to change it. After I changed it, I wanted to delete it. After deleting it, I felt it was a pity. It will be one year on June 6th. Let’s see if I can start a new life.

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