[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

64.

I struggled and asked in a low voice: "...well, how do we sleep?"

Watergate:"……"

In the darkness, Minato nervously said: "Is there... Is there a sofa? I'll just sleep on the sofa, and you sleep on the bed."

I nodded resentfully, thinking about it, I have just turned sixteen after the Chinese New Year - if I was sleeping, I could almost say that I am not a human being, if Tsunade knows that I cook raw rice into mature rice, he will definitely interrupt me The dog leg, and then copy the infusion stand to settle accounts with Shuimen.

My office is at the corner of the fifth floor. It is very quiet and remote. Water Gate was stunned at the door: "You don't have a key—"

I said handsomely: "But I have a meal card."

Then I took out the meal card from the cafeteria of Konoha Hospital and stuffed it into the keyhole of the office door lock, turned the button, and the door opened with a click.

Watergate:"……"

Minato said complicatedly: "Should I praise you for your superb skills or lament that Konoha Hospital is really poor?"

I turned on the light and said complacently: "Praise me a few more, let me see your admiration! I am the one who opens all the office doors of the hospital with a meal card! Which snacks in the cabinet are most important to me?" It’s all like getting something out of a pocket! By the way, there are snacks in Ito’s office, everything from sugar to potato chips, he really knows how to eat it... If you want to eat later, I can help you steal some.”

Namikaze Minato said sincerely: "No need."

Minato thought for a while, then struggled and said, "...I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."

I put the clothes I packed on the table, and dragged out the hospital bed I dragged from under the table. Minato Namikaze expressed his attitude without saying a word: "I sleep on the sofa."

I was stunned: "Should I sleep on the sofa? I'm small, so it's no problem to squeeze into the sofa... But the water gate is 1.8 meters long, so sleeping on the sofa will be uncomfortable."

"As a man, I can just sleep on the sofa." Minato insisted, "I won't let you squeeze the sofa."

Unexpectedly, I felt that my face was a little red again, Namikaze Minato really - can always poke my girl's heart, so I found him a small quilt that I usually use, and let him sleep on the sofa.

The lights shut off with a click, and the stars released the darkness that filled the room.I was lying on the bed, and I really wanted to hold the water door and talk for a while—as if only talking could prove that what happened during the day today was not a dream.Then I heard the sound of Minato's even breathing. He may have been too tired during the day, and he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

I rubbed against the pillow, almost in disbelief that I was still wiping tears on this same pillow the day before.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a piercing abdominal pain.

That kind of abdominal pain is completely different from my abdominal pain when the seal is loose. The pain from the loose seal seems to come from the soul. This is the kind of operation on my lower abdomen, almost the kind that the knife turned my stomach Pain method.

The pain was unbearable, I could only open my mouth to take a small breath, tears were about to come out.

——I know what this pain is.

I had my menarche when I was 13, which is about two years ago.My living habits have been very bad in the past few years. It is standard to turn the day and night upside down and not eat well. Eating cold meals is almost a daily routine.I am young and have excellent physical fitness, so this kind of 'operation' has never had any serious consequences——

——But dysmenorrhea does not depend on age or physical fitness.If you do it, you will surely die.

Because of my excessive living habits, my own aunt barely appeared once every three or four months, but every time she appeared, the pain was so painful that I would choose to ask for leave and sleep at home for a day, so that the most painful Days are over.

But now I can't sleep, I wake up from the pain.I was so painful that tears rolled in my eyes, I got up tremblingly to find a sanitary napkin, and my eyes turned black.The pain was very severe this time. After all, I had been in a disordered day and night for two months, and ran around the village barefoot like a savage all night before my aunt came to visit.

I rummaged through several drawers before I found the sanitary napkin I was pressing down on the ashes. I stopped and whimpered several times on the way, and finally the pain made tears flow out, and I kept cursing in my heart that I would definitely grow a penis in my next life.

But I still miss Minato.He hasn't slept all day and now he is so tired that he falls asleep as soon as he touches the pillow. He must not be woken up, so he crawled to the toilet on the ground holding his stomach with tears in his eyes.

——It hurts so much, I don’t want to be a woman anymore.

I was in so much pain that I almost wanted to cry. I grabbed the doorknob several times but failed, and my palms were covered with sweat.The pain is so severe that you can't even hear the outside talking, only the sound of blood vessels chug and gunshots in your head.

With difficulty, I hunched over to go to the bathroom outside, put toilet paper on the toilet mat, and moved back to my office to sleep with three steps and one rest by willpower.

But I didn't expect that the office light was on, and when I struggled to open the door, I felt that the room was full of light, and even the blood stains on my bed could be clearly seen.He must have seen it, must have.

I was so ashamed that I almost wanted to die, and the tears that I endured all the way immediately blurred my eyes.

"You cry so beautifully, I can't even discipline you." Namikaze Minato squatted down tiredly and gently to wipe my tears, "Come here, warm your stomach."

Namikaze Minato boiled water for me and turned over the painkillers, and then transformed into a warm water bag.

I took the painkillers, curled up in the bed so painfully that I curled up like a shrimp, and Minato sat on the edge of the bed and felt sleepy, but helped me rub my stomach—his palms were very warm, covering my abdomen My stomach doesn't hurt that much anymore.

After the pain eased, I poked him cautiously: "Shuimen."

Minato opened his eyes and looked over gently: "Huh?"

I moved aside carefully, and said to him, "Come in and sleep, your neck will hurt like this."

He smiled and said, "No, don't worry."

I said sullenly: "...Do you not want to share a bed with me?"

Watergate:"……"

I was very sad: "I didn't expect you to despise me so much..."

Namikaze Minato sighed, and lay down next to me in the darkness.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's a matter of disappearing." Minato said in a daze, pressing his warm palm on my lower abdomen: "...does it still hurt?"

I was so comfortable that I groaned and fell asleep drowsily holding his arm.

In the early morning of the next morning, I was woken up by the strange rustling sound of clothes, rolled up in the quilt and rubbed my eyes in a daze, feeling for no reason that I was going to be in trouble.

I shook my head to shake the thought out.My aunt's pain came and went suddenly, and with a wave of her sleeve, she would only leave me with a sheet to be washed.But this time, my aunt has grown a little bit better than before, because I almost found a rope to hang myself on the moment I came back to the cage.

I thought of Namikaze Minato warming my stomach all night, lying next to me and being held by me to sleep all night-this thought made me feel ashamed and happy.

At this time, he woke up early again, took off his clothes lightly, and changed the dressing for the wound on his back.

Minato's figure is slender and strong, with smooth and sexy lines, several years of scars on his back - he tore off a few bandages wrapped around his shoulders, the bandages seemed to have been used repeatedly, stained with blood and washed ashes gray.The water gate was unscrewed round and round, finally revealing a long, scabbed wound.

But a capable person of Minato's level couldn't rub medicine on his back. Minato tried and tried again—and finally gave up after almost losing a blood scab of his own with difficulty.

He poked my quilt and called me softly, "Qina?"

I crawled out of the quilt and said, "I will help you."

Then I took the ointment wrapped in a quilt and rubbed it on him seriously.The wound has healed a lot, at this time

I got out of bed and looked for the medicine box put away in the office. I rummaged through it to find a clean bandage. When I went back with the bandage and my slippers, I found that Minato Namikaze had put away the sheets.

I was a little confused: "Minato, why are you collecting the sheets now?"

Shuimen said gently: "I'll wash it later, you can't touch cold water."

I suddenly thought of myself last night, coughed awkwardly and embarrassedly: "...the bed sheet is not clean, don't put it on your lap..."

Then I climbed into bed and bandaged the water gate.I'm an old hand at doing this, and I'm very proficient, that is, I have a lot of strength in my hands.

"Today is probably the same as yesterday. I should go to the ICU to hand over patients in the morning." I wrapped my bandages, thought about my schedule, and said seriously: "I should stay in the ICU in the afternoon and evening, after all, it is my specialty." , and it’s definitely full of people now.”

Minato put the sheets aside and asked softly, "Qina, does your stomach still hurt?"

I froze for a moment and said, "It doesn't hurt now...what's the matter?"

"From now on, if you wake up in pain at night, don't stand by yourself." Minato sighed, "Are you afraid of waking me up if you cry in pain?"

My year-round haunts are the ICU and the operating room. After all, I follow Tsunade, and this is Tsunade's strength.

Hospital departments are divided into categories, with a wide variety and different specializations, but the two places that are most different from ordinary departments are the ICU and the orthopedics department. The ICU has a special nature of work, and the orthopedics department has a unique style of painting.

Once when Tsunade was on a business trip, he threw me as an intern with an old orthopedic doctor. The old orthopedic doctor was 50 to [-] years old—not a doctor, but he was full of tendons.It just so happened that a patient with a dislocated hip was accepted in the department. Based on the principle of caring for the elderly, a young male doctor and I tried every means to reset him, but the joint was too stubborn and hard, so we couldn’t do anything. Successfully, the patient was almost belched by us.

The old doctor couldn't stand it anymore, closed and locked the door of the consulting room, and said to us: "In our orthopedics department, we must learn to be flexible."

Then the old man flew up and kicked the patient's ass.

Me and the young male doctor at that time: "..."

The old doctor: "How strong is the hand? I can't even figure this out."

At that time, I only had one thought—the orthopedic painting style is really inconsistent.

The inconsistency of the painting style is not only the diagnosis and treatment methods. Later, I went to the operating room of the orthopedics department. Electric saws, wire saws, hammers, files, awls, and osteotomies are all available. There are only weapons that you can’t think of and no equipment that you can’t see. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a dismemberment scene rather than an operating room.

——Once again, I felt that I was going to be in trouble, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger.I shook my head hastily to get the creepy feeling out of my mind.

Minato went to the bathroom outside to brush my teeth and wash my face. I sat on the bed and looked at my aunt’s blood that flowed last night, thinking that I should wash it—it’s embarrassing to let someone else wash it.

Then when I was struggling, I suddenly heard a very familiar conversation sound from outside.

"——Iwain is over this time." Yujie's angry voice appeared in the stairwell, and it was getting closer: "What is certain is that we will never let this matter go, and the Hokage office will make a decision within today. Response. The three generations of adults have made it clear to me that I will come back to the hospital to help appease the people here. By the way, this bone hammer is very useful... I can equip a few more for the orthopedic department in the future. I bought it in the country of the sea. I think it’s not bad, it’s also strong in the hand, and it won’t break easily.”

Ito said hesitantly: "But Tsunade-sama, this bone hammer is too hideous-is it a murder weapon?"

Tsunade said indifferently: "A hammer is a murder weapon—"

But she suddenly stopped.

"—Namikaze Minato." Tsunade asked in a puzzled voice, "...Why are you here?"

I:"……"

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah ah caught up with the last shift!In fact, the manuscript was written at 10:00, and it turned out to be very bad, so I changed it, deleted it, deleted it, and deleted it until now...

The answer is... no car! [was beaten to death

The long-lost small theater behind Shura Field ①:

Tsunade: This bone hammer is really good. I used it to smash walnuts in the country of the sea, and it was very useful!It is also very comfortable to hit people. I often smash the hammer head into flat with such great strength, but this hammer is very strong!No matter how you smash it, it won't be bad!

Chenai (fear): Do you think that if you smash someone's bone, it will break?

Tsunade (at a loss): Isn't this the bone hammer?It is better to use an osteotomy knife if you want to smash bones... But the hammer itself is also very strong, so it shouldn't be a problem to break a human femur... Wait, what are you running for!