Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

The study in the Thousand Hands Mansion was filled with a unique aroma of aged paper mixed with herbs.

The tall bookshelves reached the ceiling, densely packed with various scrolls and heavy books.

Tsunade casually pulled a stack of books from the bookshelf and threw them onto the table in front of Sengen with a "bang," raising a cloud of dust.

"These are the foundations of medical ninjutsu."

She pointed to the mountain of books.

"Human anatomy, cytology, chakra properties and meridian flow... When you can recite all of these by heart, then come talk to me about learning medical ninjutsu."

She crossed her arms and looked down at Qian Xuan, her face carrying a hint of testing.

"Medical ninjutsu is not taijutsu; it cannot be learned through brute force. If you don't even know which direction to stimulate the growth of a patient's cells, then you are committing murder."

Qianxuan didn't touch the pile of books, but simply pointed to the other side of the bookshelf.

"I have already read those books on the body's activation and the limits of cell regeneration."

Tsunade paused for a moment.

Qianxuan stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and accurately pulled out a book with a yellowed cover.

"In order to better develop the secret techniques, I need to understand the human body's ability to withstand extreme conditions and how to repair muscle damage most efficiently."

He turned the pages of the book, his tone flat.

"So, I roughly understand these basic theories."

She was silent.

Just how many secrets is this kid hiding?

"Since that's the case..."

Tsunade's feelings were complicated. She snatched the book from Qianxuan's hand and threw it back on the table.

"Then let's get right to it and start practicing."

Just then, two masked figures appeared without warning outside the study window.

"Lady Tsunade, the Hokage urgently summons you."

The voices from the shadows are devoid of any emotion.

Tsunade's brows furrowed immediately.

"Iwagakure has fully invaded the Land of Grass. Its vanguard crossed the border an hour ago and engaged in firefight with our patrol forces."

The war, in an undeniable manner, has once again escalated.

……

A few days later, at Konoha Hospital.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and disinfectant. The corridor was crowded with medical ninjas rushing in and wounded people being carried in on stretchers, their painful groans filling the air.

Shuo Ye Qianxuan, dressed in a white lab coat, moved through the busy crowd.

He is currently a "temporary intern" at Konoha Hospital, directly under Shizune's command.

This was Tsunade's arrangement.

After being summoned by the Hokage that day, she never returned to the Senju mansion. She only asked Shizune to tell him to come to the hospital to help and not to set foot on the battlefield.

Qianxuan's reputation in the village has also undergone a dramatic change in the past few days.

"Hey, look, that's Sakuya Chigen."

"Which one? Ah, the unlucky guy who almost got eliminated by the examiners during the assessment?"

"What do you mean 'unlucky guy'? That's skill! Didn't you see how he turned the tables in the end? If it weren't for Lord Minato stopping him, that examiner would have been stabbed right through on the spot!"

"That's true. I heard he was promoted to Chunin with special permission from the Hokage and is now helping out at the hospital. He's really lucky; he doesn't have to go to the battlefield."

From "a good-for-nothing who killed his comrades" to "a genius persecuted by the higher-ups" and then to "a lucky one who doesn't have to go to the battlefield," the villagers' imaginations are always so rich.

Qianxuan didn't care at all.

"Qian Xuanjun, over here!"

Jingyin waved to him from the door of an emergency room, her forehead covered in sweat.

A chunin who had just been withdrawn from the front lines lay on a hospital bed with a deep, bone-revealing wound in his abdomen, from which blood was still gushing.

"The wound is too large, and the hemostasis technique is not working well. Prepare for surgery!"

Silently and calmly giving instructions.

Qianxuan walked to the bedside and placed his hands on the injured person's abdomen.

A soft green chakra glowed in his palm.

His movements were slow, and his chakra output was as stable as a precision instrument, without the slightest waste.

Silently watched from the side, secretly alarmed.

Qianxuan's chakra reserves were not high, even less than hers.

But his control over the situation reached an unbelievable level.

"How can you control your chakra so well?"

During a break, Jingyin finally couldn't help but ask.

"Because we're poor."

Qianxuan's answer was concise and to the point.

Silent was taken aback.

"Chakra is limited, and every bit must be used wisely, otherwise it won't be enough."

Qianxuan wiped his hands and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jingyin looked at him and suddenly felt that this guy who was always so unserious wasn't so annoying after all.

In just a few days, Qianxuan has become proficient in using the A-rank medical ninjutsu "Palm Healing Technique".

This learning speed made all the medical ninjas in the hospital take notice.

Only Qianxuan himself knows what price he paid.

"ah--!"

Another seriously wounded soldier was carried in. His left leg was smashed to pieces by the Iwagakure's Earth Release ninjutsu, and the bones were broken into several pieces.

Qianxuan took a deep breath and placed his hand on it.

【reply】.

Excruciating pain!

It felt as if countless steel needles were tearing through his bones and muscles at the same time. The pain that went deep into his bones caused Qianxuan's body to tremble uncontrollably, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain that almost overwhelmed his consciousness, and maintained the output of chakra.

During the treatment, he clearly "saw" the hand seals of the Iwagakure ninja and felt the moment when the Earth Release chakra erupted.

[Ding! Special wounded soldier successfully healed; target's skill "Earth Release: Earth Wall" successfully copied.]

[Ding! Simultaneous experience with the target "Pain of Broken Bones" has slightly increased your mental strength.]

When Qianxuan's hand left the injured person, the leg that was originally covered in blood and flesh had been completely restored.

Qianxuan himself, however, looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and he swayed and almost fell over.

"Lord Qianxuan!"

Shizune quickly helped him up.

"Are you alright? You look terrible."

"fine."

Qianxuan waved his hand, bracing himself against the wall to steady himself.

"Just a little tired."

He raised his hand, looked at his slightly trembling fingertips, and smiled bitterly to himself.

The side effects of this amazing skill are truly unbearable.

……

Late at night, Qianxuan dragged his tired body back to the Qianshou mansion.

He pushed open the door. The room was dark, with only the cold moonlight streaming in through the hole in the roof that hadn't been repaired yet.

A figure was huddled in a corner of the corridor, clutching an empty wine bottle, his body trembling slightly.

It's Tsunade.

Qianxuan tiptoed over.

He smelled a faint scent of blood in the air.

It didn't come from Tsunade, but from himself.

After spending a day in the hospital, my clothes were already covered in other people's blood.

Tsunade's hemophobia has flared up.

She heard the battle reports from the front lines and the ever-increasing casualty figures.

Qianxuan took off his blood-stained white coat and threw it far away before sitting down a few steps away from her.

Neither of them spoke; only the chirping of insects in the courtyard and Tsunade's barely suppressed, soft breathing could be heard.

a long time.

Tsunade's voice, slightly hoarse, rang out in the quiet night.

"How many people died today?"

"have no idea."

Qianxuan looked at the moon in the sky.

"My only responsibility is to save lives."

Tsunade remained silent.

She slowly raised her head, and in her beautiful brown eyes, the pride and sharpness of the past were gone, leaving only an overwhelming sadness and fear.

The moonlight illuminated her pale face.

She looked at Qianxuan, at his face, which looked somewhat haggard from extreme exhaustion.

"fine……"

Her voice was very soft, like a sigh.

"Thank goodness you're not on the battlefield."