Chp-85: The Instant Death Pill?

"Help him, please help him!"

As Satoru pushed open the tent door, he saw a group of Konoha ninjas arguing nearby. On a stretcher lay a severely injured young boy, barely clinging to life.

Among the arguing ninjas, Satoru recognized two of them—Anko and Shizune, Tsunade's apprentice.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing more we can do. His injuries are too severe."

"Unless Lady Tsunade intervenes, there's no way we can save him."

"But Lady Tsunade is currently..."

Shizune, her head slightly lowered in apology, continuously explained to the surrounding ninjas, who seemed unwilling to listen and were still shoving her.

"Even if Lady Tsunade can't help, haven't you learned enough medical ninjutsu to save a single injured person?"

Shizune pursed her lips, remaining silent.

By the stretcher, Anko hadn't given up. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her bloodstained hand and continued channelling healing chakra into the boy's chest.

"Cough, cough... It's okay..."

The boy on the stretcher coughed, spewing blood from his mouth, and looked with glazed eyes at his arguing comrades.

"I was prepared for this... Cough, there are others who need help... Don't waste time on me... Cough, cough..."

A fresh bout of blood accompanied every word.

The comrades, who had been arguing with Shizune, started to tear up, sniffling.

Satoru exhaled slowly, understanding the situation.

Medical drama in the ninja world?

Despite the harsh reality of war, Satoru's exceptional abilities and skills allowed him to easily toy with Chiyo and the Sand Ninja. For most ordinary ninjas, however, the brutality of war was inescapable.

The Third Shinobi War was one of the most brutal in history.

Before his electromagnetic powers reached level 4, Satoru, too, had felt the oppressive fear of war.

Without hesitation, he approached.

"How is he?"

He squatted next to Anko and asked softly.

"You're here, Satoru!" Anko said, her face lighting up. But as she looked at the injured boy, her expression darkened again.

"His injuries are severe. Master Orochimaru taught me human anatomy; he has at least three major internal haemorrhages. Without immediate intervention, I'm afraid..."

"Is that so?" Satoru nodded.

Around them, the Konoha ninjas recognized Satoru and exchanged curious looks.

He was the infamous Hyuga ninja who made Chiyo dance bizarrely in front of all the Sand ninjas.

Something called...

Gokuraku Jodo, they remembered.

But no one had heard of him practising medical ninjutsu.

Shizune hesitated, glancing at Satoru. "His injuries can only be treated by Lady Tsunade, but..."

But Tsunade's hemophobia prevents her from treating him?

Satoru sighed lightly. With Tsunade's severe condition, she might assist in coordinating medical efforts, but treating a critically bleeding patient would paralyze her.

Anko, undeterred, continued her unique treatment methods, likely influenced by Orochimaru. She applied not just medical ninjutsu but also some unconventional techniques to slow the bleeding. Yet, it was only a temporary fix.

Anko grew more anxious.

This was merely prolonging the boy's agony before death.

Suddenly, a calm voice interrupted.

"Let me try."

Turning, Anko saw Satoru smiling.

"Satoru, his injuries..."

After a brief hesitation, she stepped aside, trusting him.

The surrounding ninjas watched with surprise, and even Shizune looked intrigued.

The rumours about Satoru being the new generation's top genius in Konoha had never ceased. Defeating Chiyo publicly only added to his mystique. But medical ninjutsu was a completely different field.

Satoru could do that, too?

Their curiosity peaked.

Satoru activated his Byakugan, observing the boy's internal injuries. While it wasn't as precise as a CT scan, it allowed him to assess the source of the damage.

He gently moved his hand over the boy's open wounds, and the Konoha ninjas widened their eyes in shock.

With a soft groan from the boy, the ghastly wounds began to close as if zipped up, stopping the blood flow.

"Unbelievable..."

"How did he do that?"

"Is this medical ninjutsu???"

Satoru ignored the astonished murmurs, focusing on the next step.

While the external bleeding had stopped, the real challenge was the internal injuries, which he observed through his Byakugan.

However, this was not beyond him.

He rubbed his left hand inside his robe and produced a small black pill, offering it to the boy.

"Swallow this!"

The boy, despite his doubts after seeing Satoru's earlier actions, complied.

"What… is this?" he asked.

Satoru thought for a moment. 

"The Instant Death Pill."