As expected of the God of Shinobi.
Terrifying indeed.
A massive hospital capable of treating nearly a thousand people at once had been built with such ease.
Hashirama dusted off his hands.
His breathing was steady, with no sign of chakra exhaustion at all.
He looked proudly at the orderly and sturdy structure before him, where even patient rooms and partitions were already complete.
“Toji, what do you think of the hospital I built?” Toji’s eyes swept across the astonishing building.
It was far larger than the one he remembered Tobirama leading in the future.
“It’s excellent, though some rooms still need adjustment.” He paused before adding, “But isn’t this hospital too large?” Hashirama did not deny it.
He smiled and nodded.
“For the village’s current population, yes, it is a little too large.
But I believe Konoha will only continue to prosper.
These spaces will be useful sooner or later.” His eyes looked into the distance.
“When the ninja world finally enters a lasting peace, even people from other nations will come seeking treatment at Gospel Hospital.
When that day comes, perhaps even this size will not be enough.
Hahaha!” That unique optimism belonged only to the God of Shinobi.
Toji listened quietly and did not crush his dream.
He only wanted to live his own life peacefully.
* * * Once the main hospital building was complete, construction teams immediately moved in.
Under Toji’s direction, the interior was renovated according to the modern layout he had designed.
Medical ninjas transferred from every clan gradually arrived.
Funds from the Hokage Residence were also delivered one after another.
Toji mobilized those resources and purchased large quantities of the most advanced medical equipment in the ninja world to furnish the wards.
Naturally, it was an enormous expense, and Toji had no intention of honestly spending every bit of it on public work.
He quietly skimmed off a portion for personal use.
Once attention faded, it would be used to buy equipment for his secret experiments.
After that, Toji’s life became extremely regular.
He rebuilt Konoha’s medical system.
Primary doctor responsibility.
Three-level ward rounds.
Tiered nursing care.
Department registration.
Ninja priority treatment.
One new rule after another was implemented.
At the same time, he trained the medical ninjas drawn from the various clans.
Konoha’s medical resources were finally integrated, and efficiency greatly increased.
The villagers praised it endlessly.
The advanced medical ninjutsu and noble ethics Toji displayed also won the approval of many medical ninjas.
Following the guidance of this director, they gradually let go of clan prejudice and identity barriers.
They sincerely threw themselves into building Konoha’s medical future.
* * * Half a year later.
Toji wore plain glasses and a custom white haori.
It had been gifted to him collectively by villagers he had treated.
They said his heart was as pure and spotless as white itself, that he was Konoha’s angel.
During these six months, he had spent nearly all his time inside Gospel Hospital.
No matter how small the matter, he handled it personally.
When patients fell into despair or stood on the edge of collapse, he spoke gently and patiently, helping them untangle the knots in their hearts.
Those who had lost all hope regained the courage to live.
When poor people could not afford treatment, he donated all of his director’s salary to help them.
He never asked for repayment.
Everyone said Toji was a good man, a living saint whose character rivaled the Hokage himself.
Hashirama had brought peace to Konoha.
Toji had brought healing.
No one mentioned anymore that this gentle and kind saint had only arrived at Konoha earlier that year.
Everyone now saw him as a true villager of Konoha.
Toji was currently walking toward the Hokage Residence.
Many villagers bowed their heads or warmly greeted him along the road, and he answered every one of them patiently.
“Director Toji, good afternoon.” He gave a slight nod.
“Good afternoon.” “Toji-sama, have you eaten?
Why not come eat at my house?” “I’ve already eaten well.
Thank you for your kindness.” The recognition of the villagers was his most precious wealth… With that thought, Toji entered the Hokage office.
From inside his robe, he took out the proposal he had carefully prepared and handed it to Hashirama.
Organ Donation Consent Form.
After reading it, Hashirama’s expression became strange.
“Corpse recovery, organ donation, body cremation…
Toji, what made you think of this?” What he proposed was something unheard of, a complete new method for handling ninja corpses.
Facing the question, Toji answered calmly, “During these six months, I have witnessed too many ninjas die because of organ damage.
Such internal injuries often cannot be saved.” “Yet one life’s continuation could give many others a second chance.
If a ninja beyond saving donates organs, at least seven or eight severely wounded ninjas could survive.” “Liver.
Both lungs.
Kidneys.
Pancreas.
Small intestine.
And…
the heart.” “For the donor and their family, it means life continues in another form.” “Without donation, there is no dissection.
Without dissection, medical ninjutsu cannot improve.” Toji spoke with complete sincerity.
“Of course, ninja corpses are secrets.
For clans with kekkei genkai such as the Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan, their Sharingan or Byakugan may first be reclaimed.
Only ordinary organs would then be donated.” “All donated organs and corpses would be kept under unified management by Konoha Hospital.
Specialized ninja guards would protect them.” “….” Then Toji produced another form.
This one was already signed with his own name.
With righteous resolve, he declared, “I have already signed.
If one day I die unexpectedly, please preserve my body in Konoha Hospital.
Let inexperienced medical ninjas dissect my corpse for practice and donate my organs to any ninja in need.” “Toji…” Hashirama was moved.
“You truly are Konoha’s moral example.” Hot blood rushed to his head.
As Hokage, unwilling to be outdone, he immediately picked up a pen and signed his own name.
“As Hokage, I won’t lose to you in this matter, Toji!” Success.
A relieved smile appeared on Toji’s face.
“Thank you for recognizing this, Hashirama.” Some hearts were still beating in another person’s chest… yet already belonged to him.
And the greatest of those hearts was Hashirama’s.
“As Hokage, I should lead by example.” Hashirama then sighed.
“But Toji, I doubt many people will sign this form.” Toji replied lightly, “I understand.
But as long as even one person is willing, it has meaning for the village.
And for those in need, it brings hope.” Soon after, the Hokage-stamped Organ Donation Consent Form was posted at both the Hokage Residence and Konoha Hospital.
The names of Toji and Hashirama were especially eye-catching.
* * * With his hands behind his back, Toji looked down from above at the villagers gathered below like ants.
They crowded around the notice board, creating a noisy commotion.
They admired the selflessness of the Hokage and Toji, yet they also kept their distance.
After all, organ donation, allowing medical ninjas to cut open one’s corpse… to people of this era, such ideas were far too advanced.
Too shocking.
Toji stood by the window expressionlessly, watching the crowd below.
His eyes were as calm as still water.
This form had been tailor-made for hot-blooded fools like Hashirama.
His target had only ever been one person.
Hashirama Senju.
As for whether the other villagers signed or accepted such a radical proposal…
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