Chapter 88

- Status!!! - I growled, flying into the room and creating three more clones to form the seals for Shosen Jutsu.

Only a large amount of anger prevented me from freezing when I saw Ma's condition. In fact, she wasn't even recognizable in appearance.

- A mess," said the only doctor, sweating profusely over the broken and blood-covered body on the table that only remotely resembled a human under the mask of blood.

"The spine is broken in two places, half of the ribs are broken, the rest cracked, the left lung is punctured, the liver is ruptured, the kidneys are displaced and deformed, kidneys displaced and deformed, almost all internal organs damaged to some degree, skull cracked and concussion, right arm shattered with multiple splinters, legs broken in at least three places each, and some kind of weapon through the left clavicle, I'm not even mentioning the less serious wounds! She's only alive because of that weird seal.

- Fucking hell, this needs at least a third degree! - I cursed in my heart, trying to suppress my panic and switch to professional mode.

Spinal injuries are the most severe even for experienced medics, let alone the rest of us!

- I'll take over this patient, and you help my clones in the two hundred and eighteenth.

There's not much you can do here with his abilities anyway.

- Okay, you have ten minutes, and then it depends on the strength of your body," the man said and ran out of the room.

- Let's get to work! - I shouted to the clones, frozen in a stupor near the operating table. - One took the lung, the second the liver, and the third is pumping the seal, so that we have at least a couple of hours to spare!

The first thing I did was to make sure that all open wounds had severed vessels blocked, since Iyaku Fuin isn't omnipotent and the lion's share of her power is spent just keeping alive and delaying the time it takes for tissues to die without proper oxygen supply.

After stopping the internal bleeding in the stomach area, I got to work, trying to get the rest of my vital organs working as quickly as possible and thanking Kami that my heart was working properly, albeit at a three times slower rate - otherwise, without the oxygen to my brain, I wouldn't even be able to move! A sudden lump in my throat prevented me from breathing properly. Okay, calm down, I'm absolutely calm and collected! Work first, then everything else!

Having clearly and quickly returned the organs to their natural position and trying not to interfere with the clones, I started to restore the blood vessels leading to them, after that - the treatment of the spleen and gallbladder, fortunately, which turned out to be empty.

To restore it, while getting rid of the bile spilling inside is just fucking hard!

Working almost on automatic, as these actions had become routine over the past few months, though not on this scale, I couldn't help but appreciate the appearance of Saya lying on the table - her whole figure was as if it had just come out of a press, as if two slabs of stone had been flattened, turning her body into a mess of bones and her face into a bloody mask, the kind you only see in horror movies.

The last thought suddenly ripped through my carefully maintained blanket of indifference, and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and an involuntary sob escape from my mouth. No fucking tantrums! Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the three bunshin kage had lasted less than I had and were now silently roaring. Roaring, but working.

- Third, drop the seal and take care of the head and face," I said, regaining control of my emotions after a couple minutes.

After three hours of work, the main danger was over and I breathed a sigh of relief, kneading my shaking hands. That's it, it will live! Words can't describe the joy of such simple reassurance that melted the cold lump at the bottom of my stomach.

It was lucky that the injuries were very extensive, but not so fatal, mostly just severe bruises, lacerations, and broken bones with accompanying consequences. Shinobi don't die from such things. At least, not if they get timely, qualified help. If the wounds had been penetrating, I wouldn't have been able to handle even ten copies.

As a rule, about seventy percent of fatalities after winning a battle are due to critical blood loss, not organ failure. Certainly not if there are guaranteed fatal wounds. Thanks to chakra, our bodies are much more resilient.

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