area51novel Chapter 86 Saving the Whole Scene
Chapter 86 Saving the Whole Scene
Chapter 77 Saving the Whole Scene
Xingyuan Qianshuo quickly tidied up the medical supplies and then followed the two out of the tent.
Given the urgency of the injury, Minato said, "Chisaku, I'll use the Flying Thunder God Technique to take you there."
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Xingyuan Qianshuo's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded in response.
"Shinku-senpai, we're leaving now."
Minato placed his left hand on Hoshino Senju's shoulder, and as chakra flowed, the two figures vanished from their original spot.
"The younger generation is truly formidable!"
Kurenai gazed into the empty space and sighed softly, "Perhaps, this is the seedling nurtured by the Will of Fire, which will soon grow into a towering tree."
Xingyuan Qianshuo felt a sudden blur before his eyes, and his surroundings had changed to an unfamiliar forest.
Minato retrieved a trident kunai from the bushes. Seeing Minato's slightly surprised expression, he explained, "The Flying Thunder God Technique requires precise perception and has distance limitations, so this is the only way to relay it."
Xingyuan Qianshuo nodded in understanding.
Minato said no more and disappeared with him in an instant.
This time, they went directly to the front lines.
The sight before him made Xingyuan Qianshuo's gaze sharpen—scorched earth spread out, broken trees lay scattered, and bloodstains stained the soil and remains with dark brown patches.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and the sounds of the wounded groaning in pain filled the air.
Having already experienced the battlefield, Xingyuan Qianshuo quickly calmed down and regained his composure.
"Lord Jiraiya." He turned to Jiraiya beside him and greeted him.
"Minato, Senju, how is the camp?" Jiraiya asked immediately, his brows furrowed with a lingering solemnity.
"About a hundred Iwa ninja attacked the camp, but they have been repelled," Minato reported. "The camp's medical personnel are treating the wounded. I brought Chisaku over first."
"Yes, that's fine too." Jiraiya nodded slightly. He had personally witnessed Hoshino Sensaku's medical abilities and had no objection to him coming alone.
"Lord Jiraiya, I have expended a great deal of energy in the battle at the camp," said Hoshino Senju. "If the situation allows, I would appreciate it if you could transfer some of your chakra to me so I can use Shadow Clones to speed up my treatment."
"I see, no problem." Jiraiya thought for a moment and immediately agreed.
Now that the Hidden Rocks have retreated, there should be no risk of them attacking again in the short term. Treating the wounded is the most important thing right now.
He summoned several Jonin, explained the situation, and everyone agreed.
They stepped forward one by one, placed their hands on Xingyuan Qianshuo's shoulders, and slowly channeled chakra into him.
Xingyuan Qianshuo guided the energy into the meridians, his hands forming a "cross mudra".
Bang!
A shadow clone appeared beside him and, without saying a word, turned around and began to treat him.
The group continued to transmit energy, while Xingyuan Qianshuo continued to form hand seals.
It wasn't until the fifth shadow clone appeared that the faces of the dozen or so Jonin and Chunin around him turned pale and their breathing became rapid, and only then did Hoshino Senju call for a stop.
After solemnly thanking everyone, he himself stepped towards the wounded.
The main body and shadow clones unleashed their full power, skillfully employing perfect-level palm techniques and chakra scalpels.
Starting with those on the verge of death, the process involves debridement, excision, bone setting, hemostasis, and repair.
For a moment, the eyes of the Konoha ninjas on the battlefield were all drawn to the busy figures of Hoshino Senju.
A Chunin was pierced through the abdomen by a soil spike, bleeding profusely and barely breathing.
A shadow clone strode forward, its hands emitting a soft and pure green light.
The light was so condensed and substantial, as if the very essence of life was pulsating in the palm of one's hand.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the wounds visibly began to heal, the bleeding stopped immediately, and the damaged internal organs were rapidly repaired under the nourishment of the green light.
"This—what kind of Healing Palm Technique is this?!" A ninja with some knowledge of medical ninjutsu exclaimed in surprise.
He had never seen such an efficient and subtle palm technique.
Almost simultaneously, another shadow clone faced a Jonin whose leg bone was shattered and studded with rubble.
With a loose grasp of his right hand, chakra surged, shattering the rocks and precisely reconnecting the fractured bones. His movements were fluid and graceful, like a work of art.
He then formed a hand seal, and a green light descended, causing growth and healing.
"Someone here isn't breathing!" came an urgent cry from nearby.
A shadow clone flashed over, reaching out to investigate—the person's breath had stopped and their heart had ceased beating.
He held up two fingers, and with a buzzing sound, a chakra scalpel, as thin as a cicada's wing and as solid as a substance, quietly took shape.
With a light slash, a gash appeared on the left side of the chest cavity, the skin and ribs were neatly cut open, but not much blood flowed out.
The stability and sharpness of the chakra blade sent a chill down the spines of the onlooking Jonin, who looked on in astonishment.
He formed a mudra with his hands, and his right hand, covered in green light, reached into his chest cavity, grasped his heart, and gently squeezed and released, manually promoting blood circulation.
A surge of green light, full of vitality, covered the liver area of the left hand.
The shadow clone had already ascertained the injuries through the system: blunt force trauma to the right abdomen, ruptured liver due to impact, and severe internal bleeding.
"Ho—!"
Two minutes later, the wounded soldier, who had stopped breathing, suddenly gasped for breath and came back to life.
"It's simply a miracle," the shouting ninja murmured. "A green miracle."
Xingyuan Qianshuo continued his treatment, and the liver wound and chest incision healed.
In just five or six minutes, a complex surgery was completed, and a person on the verge of death was given a new lease on life.
Such scenes were playing out simultaneously in various parts of the battlefield.
Calm, composed, and efficient.
Xingyuan Qianshuo seemed to be racing against death and snatching away fate.
The perfect-level Palm Healing Technique is not only incredibly precise in its manipulation, but also contains a rich and abundant Yang-attribute chakra, with healing effects comparable to the Regeneration Technique.
Green light flashed across the battlefield, and life returned wherever it reached.
One after another, the seriously injured were pulled back from the brink of death.
"This level of medical care is amazing!"
"Five clones plus the main body are equivalent to six top-tier medical ninjas working simultaneously!"
"When did Konoha Hospital produce such a genius?!"
Gasps and gasps echoed softly through the crowd.
The originally somber battlefield atmosphere was somewhat dispelled by this medical scene, which resembled a dance of life.
All eyes followed those busy figures, as if witnessing a celebration of life.
The ninjas who had just transferred chakra to Xingyuan Qianshuo looked gratified and their eyes were filled with respect.
With such medical ninjas behind them, those fighting on the front lines felt more confident.
Jiraiya stood with his arms crossed, whispering to Minato beside him, "Senju's medical talent is probably no less than Tsunade's—no, perhaps even better."
Minato Namikaze's eyes gleamed with admiration as he nodded slightly: "Chisaku-kun's medical skills are truly beyond imagination. With him around, the survival rate of the wounded will be greatly increased."
However, the high-intensity treatment also consumes a huge amount of chakra.
Not long after, a shadow clone vanished into white smoke with a "bang"—its chakra was exhausted.
Xingyuan Qianshuo paused slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"His chakra can't keep up!"
"Who has any spare capacity? Quickly!"
Without further ado, the Jonin who had just transferred chakra stepped forward again. One of them called out, "Star Source Jonin, please continue! We'll replenish your chakra!"
"That's right, saving lives is the priority!"
"We'll help too!" Several more Chunin with sufficient chakra stepped forward.
Xingyuan Qianshuo took a deep breath and, without refusing, solemnly said, "Thank you all for your trouble."
With the new chakra infusion, he formed hand seals again, and two shadow clones immediately appeared.
Although the Konoha ninjas who were transferring chakra looked tired, their gazes were unwavering as they looked at their rescued comrades.
After receiving replenishment, Xingyuan Qianshuo and his shadow clone resumed their efforts in treating the patients.
Green lights shone brightly across the front lines, burning tenaciously like the flame of life.
The treatment lasted about two and a half hours.
When it was over, Xingyuan Qianshuo had no energy left to check the system prompts. He simply found a clean rocky spot, lay down, and fell asleep.
Minato arrived silently and gently covered him with a coat.
Remembering how Qian Shuo had once taken care of him as he fell asleep, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
He walked away slowly, and the ninjas around him also consciously moved quietly and spoke in hushed tones.
The entire battlefield seemed to be quietly waiting for this white-clad messenger who brought miracles.
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