Haruto nodded, then crouched beside Might Duy.
He opened his medical kit and began carrying out a deeper diagnosis.
As expected, his condition is just as serious as I thought…
No.
It might be even more troublesome.
Large areas of Duy’s skin had been burned.
His chakra pathways were torn, his internal organs had suffered different degrees of heat damage, his blood vessels had ruptured, and severe internal bleeding had already caused massive blood loss.
Haruto thought for a moment, then took a small porcelain bottle from inside his coat.
He poured out a black pill and placed it into Might Duy’s mouth.
This was the best medicine he currently had.
The Soul-Returning Life-Sustaining Pill.
It was a treasure he had kept hidden for a long time.
Using it on Might Duy meant he was holding nothing back.
Now, all he could do was give everything he had.
Whether Duy survived in the end would depend on his own fate.
Under the astonished gazes of Akimichi Chōza and the others, Nohara Haruto took a rolled-up cloth pouch from his medical kit and spread it across the ground.
Inside was an entire row of silver needles.
Some were long, some short.
Some thin, some thick.
After opening the needle pouch, Haruto skillfully picked up a silver needle about three inches long.
“What is that?
Senbon?” Might Guy, who had been standing nearby, could not help speaking up.
“My dad is already like this, and you still want to stab him?”
Although the boy in front of him was indeed a medical-nin from Konoha, Guy still felt anxious when he saw such a long silver needle in Haruto’s hand.
Nohara Haruto glanced at him calmly.
Then he looked around and noticed that, aside from the three subordinates who followed him every day, everyone else present looked confused.
Of course.
In the Naruto world, there was no proper concept of acupuncture.
To ordinary shinobi, seeing a silver needle like this would naturally be shocking.
“I won’t harm him,” Haruto said flatly.
“If you want him to live, stop talking and don’t disturb me again.”
At that moment, there was no other emotion on Nohara Haruto’s face.
Only focus.
Across two lifetimes, he had been a doctor.
Whether out of responsibility toward his patient or toward himself, he treated every case with absolute seriousness.
He still remembered the words his grandfather had told him when he was a child, back when the old man had taught him medicine.
A mediocre doctor harms people.
Because of that sentence, Haruto had sworn from childhood that he would never become one.
Akimichi Chōza placed a hand on Guy’s shoulder, signaling for him not to speak anymore.
Even Chōza himself felt slightly dazed.
As a jōnin who had seen countless things, fought hundreds of battles, and suffered plenty of injuries himself, he had never once seen a medical-nin use needles to treat a patient.
By all logic, he should have been the first person to step forward and object to this young man’s methods.
But for some reason, from this handsome, slightly delicate-looking boy, Chōza could sense a kind of calm arrogance.
That indifferent tone.
That unshaken expression.
And especially that brief flash of wisdom in his eyes.
It made people want to believe him.
Normally, even if Chōza were beaten to death, he probably would not have believed in such a treatment.
But now, looking at Nohara Haruto’s serious expression, he found himself unable to question him.
Unable to stop him.
If miracles truly existed in this world, then Chōza hoped one would happen to Duy right now.
He could only comfort himself silently.
Someone capable of becoming a medical team leader should have some real ability.
At that moment, green light appeared over Nohara Haruto’s hands.
It moved like emerald flames, dancing along with his fingers.
The glow flickered and shifted in a dazzling display, almost like a feast of fire unfolding before their eyes.
Chōza and the others clearly had not expected the treatment process to look so strange.
For a moment, they could only stare blankly.
Since when had such a method of healing existed in this world?
To them, it looked less like treatment and more like a performance.
An impossibly difficult performance.
Of course, that green flame-like light was medical chakra, the special chakra used by medical-nin.
It possessed healing properties.
As for the acupuncture points of the human body, Nohara Haruto had already mastered them completely.
Even with his eyes closed, he would not make the slightest mistake.
For him, placing the needles was not difficult.
The true difficulty lay in controlling the medical chakra.
This was extremely delicate work.
It required a medical-nin to have terrifyingly precise chakra control.
The slightest mistake could severely affect the result.
If he used too much chakra, he could damage Might Duy’s already fragile internal tissues.
If he used too little, it would fail to achieve any meaningful healing effect and would be unable to stop Duy’s vital signs from continuing to decline.
Nohara Haruto moved extremely fast.
In fact, before the others could even clearly see his movements, he had already finished placing the needles.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of silver needles had been inserted across Might Duy’s body.
Every single one was steady.
Every single one was precise.
Not the slightest deviation.
However, this was only the beginning.
The truly important part came next.
Nohara Haruto placed both hands before his chest.
His fingers moved rapidly, forming one complex hand seal after another.
Following the movements of his hands, the silver needles also began to move.
It was as if they had gained souls of their own.
Some sank deeper.
Some rose slightly.
Some shifted left.
Some shifted right.
When Akimichi Chōza and the others saw this, the shock on their faces deepened even further.
This treatment method was far too miraculous.
It could only be called divine skill.
They could not understand how he was doing it.
Nor could they understand what purpose it served.
All they knew was that, at this moment, the young medical-nin before them looked as though he was wrestling Duy’s life back from the hands of death itself.