Naruto : Uchiha : Chapter 64

"What about Sasuke?" she asked, looking at the man who had dozens more machines still strapped onto him with a ventilator and life support systems keeping him breathing, almost forcefully in fact.

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The air around the redhead became solemn and her lips dropped into a tight purse as soon as her gaze landed on the negative shake from the man.

"It is beyond our abilities…" he motioned the nurse beside him to hand the second clipboard to Mito, that she promptly did and the heiress almost snatched it off her hands and quickly went through the thick reports as quickly as she possibly could.

Finally she let the pages fall and looked on at Sasuke's still form with narrowed eyes.

"Lord Sasuke has been poisoned with a lethal drug that is attacking his chakra system to decrease his immunity and healing abilities quite drastically. The drug itself isn't lethal…" he trailed off seeing the Uzumaki raise her hand to make him stop his short .

"...it is his condition that is making it lethal, I know." she finished his summary calmly, and the doctor couldn't help but feel like a child in front of his instructor as to how calm she still was even after knowing what they had just let her know.

"If only Lord Hashirama were here…" he whispered to himself, but Mito picked up on it in an instant. Her features dulled even further if that was even possible, and her eyes held a far away gaze remembering the extreme prowess her late husband had in the medical arts.

People still spoke volumes of his skill even after more than a decade of his death, it was still said that the late Senju clan head held the art to pull out a soul from a Shinigami's hold if there was even a single breath still left in his patient's body.

That was the true testament of the skill the Shodaime Hokage had left within his legacy…

"Mito-sama…" a nurse gently shook her shoulder, the heiress blinked innocently realizing she had spaced out and turned her attention back to Sasuke whose life still lay in the balance, with it's tip right now favoring the darker side.

But she wasn't Hashirama's wife and hailed the best medical kunoichi in the entire elemental nations for nothing.

Even if her skills paled in comparison to her late husband's, she was still confident enough to say there weren't more than a handful of people who could argue that she had a substantial knowledge in medical anatomy and healing skills.

"Will you please take Tobirama and get him into a secured ward…" her voice broke the thick silence that was starting to settle in between them. All of them blinked, then blinked again at hearing the distraught woman answer…order them so calmly.

It was almost as if…

"Should I repeat myself?" this time though her voice was strict. A couple of nurses nodded vigorously and ran out with a stumble to inform the Hokage's personal guard situated just outside of the change of location they had to do.

"Are his wounds healed completely?" she asked the chief medic curtly, who shook his head in negative.

"No, we tried using some medical ninjutsu but…" his voice trailed off seeing the heiress not even paying attention to his words in the slightest.

"Get me some clean water." she spoke to no one in particular, and the chief medic himself brought it to become her assistant for the time being. The chance to learn from one of the best was still too great to pass up.

He kept the shallow steel bowl by her side, while the Uzumaki heiress dipped her left hand in it and closed her eyes to take a deep breath. She concentrated completely upon herself to get control of her emotions, a medic's downfall came only when he treated a patient while his mind was lying elsewhere.

That was the rule she lived by to this day, preached to her by none other than Hashirama Senju himself.

A moment late her eyes opened, she circled her hand in the bowl and pulled it out. A clean globule of water surrounding her palm and she clasped it within them in a clap with her right one to cover it as well.

Her palms danced around each other, the chakra within the water doing it's work and the water started turning a bit discolored each passing moment.

The chief medic's jaw almost dropped when she put the water in an empty bowl and her palms were cleaner than he had ever thought it was possible for human hands to be.

He had no doubt they were cleaner than the sterile rubber gloves he himself was wearing right now. The difference in their skills almost sounded laughable to him right now.

Mito looked on at the several open wounds that were stitched precisely and quite expertly she had to admit, but were still bleeding that made it quite useless in her opinion.

If not for the transfusion blood they were wasting to keep him stabilized, he would have been dead quite a while ago…

But bygones were bygones, she spread each of her fingers apart in both of her hands. Closing her eyes to concentrate deeply on the task, her palms glowed blue with a chakra coating now covering them.

The chief m0edic who was assisting her watched on mystified as the chakra in her palms started concentrating towards her fingers, before completely closing in on her fingertips.

Mito snapped open her eyes, her fingertips now containing a sharp chakra tip within each of them. She curved her fingers inwardly except for the index fingers which flicked off the stitches over her patient's wounds in a split second.

Her assistant's heart almost went into a cardiac arrest when he saw what she had done, especially when the machines connected to him beeped in a state of haywire.

But he dared not utter a word and disrupt the focused woman's concentration. If not for her, he would die anyways in a few hours.

So it was for the better, at least for now.

Mito joined each of her hand's spread apart fingers with each other. This time she closed her eyes with a vein appearing near her temple from the immense focus she was letting on in her task.

She let the chakra tips on her fingers connect to each other and spread her arms apart with five long chakra threads created with pure medical chakra apart from each other to stretch out there lengths incredibly.

The man by her side had his jaw dropped comically this time as he gazed at the five green threads connected to her right hand. Medical chakra was almost precariously hard to control, but to weave it into a chakra thread as precise and controlled as that…

Though he nearly fainted when Mito's hands started blurring all over Sasuke's body, that were now weaving and joining the ends of those chakra threads in mid air.

They were too fast for anyone but a Sharingan user to follow, and for the man's eyes it was just a dome made of green chakra threads that was now formed over Sasuke's body while Mito's hands blurred almost aesthetically over him with a practiced ease that showed how versed her knowledge and kinship was to human anatomy.

Mito weaved those threads through his wounds, sewing them together with her free hand to control their trajectory and turned it's ends to the next wounds without ever breaking or joining them, for as soon as she did that her technique would fall and become useless.

In nearly two minutes, Sasuke was wrapped up in a strange green cocoon of webs upon webs of medically enhanced chakra threads that now had each and every one of his wounds stitched, except for the large gash in the middle of his chest that had just a corner of it's flesh wound now still opened.

Mito gracefully moved her fingers over the arc of said wound, the green threads sticking to each of it's open lip like ends and joining together like gum.

She focused a bit more of her chakra onto the last corner of his wound to make sure that the only joint holding those stitches wouldn't fall apart on her.

She broke of her hands from the chakra threads a moment later, her face now shining with sweat, while she felt even her legendary reserves now down to nearly complete depletion.

The reason being, she didn't have the necessary control to perform this technique due to her status as a Jinchuriki.

But she did compensate for that fact by wasting almost ninety percent of the chakra she expended into thin air, while using the remaining yet controlled ten percent for the technique to be executed.

The assistant by her side caught the woman almost on instinct when she started falling sideways while feeling a bit light headed now that the pressure was over her and her patient was now safe.

"My lady, are you alright?" the man asked her worriedly, she merely smiled with half lidded eyes and nodded. Balancing herself back up, she waved the man off to tell him she was fine and dandy, just a bit tired from that magical looking technique.

"He will be alright now, those chakra threads will hold the stitches as if it were his own skin for at least a weak." she whispered, the man handing her a wet towel to let her wipe her face that she did take gratefully.

It was amazing, almost unbelievable that stitches made of chakra existed without even a single joint. He had never seen such an incredible technique in his life!

With a week without having to worry about the stitches, they could hook the man up with a permanent fill of glucose to flush out the poison from his system naturally without any complications whatsoever.

"Keep him on glucose…" she whispered and clutched her head that now spun like a top. The man by her side caught her shoulders and seated the woman on a chair to let her regain her senses.

He now saw the toll that had to be paid for such an incredible technique.

To think that the most powerful of Uzumaki's had been drained dry off her chakra in mere minutes, it would probably kill off any normal person in a couple of seconds before they had even activated the technique.

This was why he had never seen the technique or even heard of it ever before he realized…

And the testament to her skills came from the fact that she had stitched up everything with a practically blind eyesight. So fast were her stitches, that her eyes couldn't have possibly followed those movements being a woman who didn't possess the Uchiha's legendary visual prowess.

So the only possibility it left were her instincts. The fact that she had laid out thousands of micro stitches in a couple of minutes would have been laughable, if not for the fact that he had witnessed the amazing phenomenon first hand with his own two eyes.

"But…" he gave her shoulders a squeeze to tell her they could handle it from now on. The woman was still trying to instruct them being half unconscious herself, it showed the utter determination her clan itself was famous for throughout the elemental nations.

"Listen to me…" she rasped out, her vision giving her black dots and she knew she would pass out any moment now. But she had to let these fools know what to do lest they lost Sasuke for good by being careless.

"Keep him on life support…" she whispered, and he was quite confused at her words since they were unnecessary but listened on silently at her instructions. "… his mind isn't responding to pain, his nerves were still during the surgery.

Extreme blood loss … reason, keep him in intensive care. He'll be … coma … " she whispered incoherently before her eyes rolled back and the man supported her gently on the chair with a smile.

The woman really was amazing, to think she was actually analyzing him due to not being able to see her stitches and not let that time go to waste, was actually the mark of a crazy yet pure genius in the field of medical sciences…

He chuckled realizing his own words lacking any hints of humor, and went out to get the I.C.U. cleared up and ready for Sasuke to inhabit.

And let one of Hokage's personal guard carry her back home to let her have a plentiful sleep, that she would no doubt want with her children at home right now...

She deserved it after all she had been through within the matter of a few past hours after all…

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