Even If You Know Medicine, You Are Still A b*****d Who Knows Medicine! (8/10)

In the dimly lit lounge, Finn's eyes landed on a full-length mirror, reflecting the tense scene between him and Ai Yin. He carried her over to the mirror, ensuring both could see her scar, a reminder of an old wound that marred her otherwise flawless skin.

Ai Yin, in a frantic panic, kicked and punched Finn in a desperate attempt to break free. However, her efforts were futile; her strength, while formidable, couldn't compare to Finn's, and her Devil Fruit powers were ineffective against him.

Finn knew words wouldn't help. Any explanation would sound like a weak excuse, so he remained silent. He focused instead, calling forth the energy within him. His palm began to glow as he activated his medical chakra, channeling it toward Ai Yin's scar.

The scar wasn't new, making the healing process more difficult. Standard techniques wouldn't suffice. He needed to employ one of the highest forms of medical ninjutsu: the Fine Patient Extraction Technique. Concentrating, Finn gently placed his palm over Ai Yin's scar, the chakra energy beginning to weave its magic, slowly breaking down the damaged tissue.

Ai Yin, initially terrified that Finn had more sinister intentions, kicked and struggled. "You b*****d! Let me go!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and fear.

But Finn, focused on the delicate task at hand, responded in a firm yet calm voice, "Stop struggling. I'm healing your scar. If you keep moving, I can't do it properly." His words held an unusual authority, one that briefly quieted Ai Yin's protests, though her mistrust was still palpable.

Her heart pounded as she thought of all the ways this could go wrong. Her pride, her dignity—everything seemed to be crumbling. And yet, she couldn't ignore the strange sensation coming from her scar. A tingling, followed by a subtle warmth, spread through the affected area. Curious, she glanced at the mirror and saw Finn's chakra surrounding the scar, a soft glow engulfing the old wound.

The realization hit her—he was telling the truth. Finn wasn't trying to hurt her. He was healing her.

The scar was a constant reminder of a brutal encounter years ago, one that left more than just a physical mark. It had become a symbol of vulnerability for Ai Yin, something she had long since buried under layers of strength and defiance. Now, watching Finn's concentrated effort in the mirror, she realized how much she had wanted it gone.

Gradually, her resistance faded, and she began cooperating, standing still, letting Finn work in silence. Minutes passed, and the deep, disfigured scar that had marred her skin for years began to fade. Under Finn's delicate chakra control, the damaged cells were replaced with healthy tissue, the skin turning smooth and clear, as though the injury had never existed.

Ten minutes later, Finn finished. He gently put Ai Yin down, stepping back to admire his work. "There," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "All done. Now, do you believe me?"

Ai Yin hurried to the mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her fingers traced over where the scar used to be, but there was nothing—just soft, flawless skin. The old wound was gone. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with gratitude, her heart pounding with emotion. She had never imagined she could be free of the scar.

But then, the memory of Finn's earlier behavior rushed back, and her gratitude turned to frustration. She couldn't bring herself to thank him after everything.

"Hmph! Even if you can heal me, you're still a b*****d!" Ai Yin snapped, shoving Finn away. She stormed out of the lounge, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

As she walked out, the students outside crowded around her, their eyes full of concern and suspicion. They had heard the commotion and seen Ai Yin's flushed face, and it fueled their assumptions.

"Instructor, are you alright? Did Finn do something to you?"

"We'll get revenge for you! That b*****d won't get away with it!"

Ai Yin, overwhelmed by their reactions and the misunderstanding, covered her face in exasperation. She couldn't explain, and the more she tried, the worse it would seem. Instead, she simply ran, her face red and her pride wounded, knowing that no matter what she said now, everyone had already made up their minds.

Meanwhile, Finn watched her leave with an amused smirk. "Well, that went better than expected," he mused, turning to Tashigi, who stood by with a knowing look.

"Master, I think Instructor Ai Yin isn't as mad as she seems," Tashigi said softly, trying to comfort him.

Finn grinned, patting her head affectionately. "Maybe not. But let's give her some time. She'll come around."