Starting with the troublemakers of Konoha, the pressure extends throughout the entire ninja world.

Nono and Aoba followed Tsunade toward Konoha Hospital.

Nono's hands were trembling slightly the whole way.

The tension in my heart couldn't be calmed down.

She would take a deep breath every few seconds and then slowly exhale, as if she were doing some kind of calming exercise she had invented.

Qingyu walked beside her without looking at her.

"It's okay, you just need to have more faith in yourself."

Nonou glanced at him sideways, then turned her gaze back to the road ahead.

"……Um."

"Thank you, Aoba-kun..."

She mentally completed the second half of the sentence: Thank you for always being by my side.

When we arrived at Konoha Hospital, the entrance was already packed with people.

They weren't patients queuing to register; they were wounded ninjas.

Some were using crutches, some had their arms in slings, and some were sitting in wheelchairs with blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their legs.

They were all crammed into the not-so-spacious corridor by the entrance.

As soon as Tsunade appeared at the street corner, the crowd surged forward like a hornet's nest that had been poked.

"Lady Tsunade! Please heal my leg! I can't lose my ability to go on missions!"

"Lady Tsunade! My whole family depends on these two hands for a living, please!"

"Lady Tsunade!"

Tsunade was surrounded as soon as she stepped into the hospital.

This is also the reason for her increasingly severe headaches.

In fact, many patients' conditions do not require her intervention.

The medical ninjas here are perfectly capable of handling this, but they don't believe it.

I'd rather endure the pain and wait a few more days than let Tsunade do it herself.

If a ninja suffers any lasting damage, he may be demoted or even unable to take on high-value missions again.

If you can't accept missions, your income will plummet below the Konoha-specific kill threshold.

If you don't contribute to the village and create wealth, the village won't even know who you are.

"All medical ninjas, as usual, begin treating them! I'll oversee things!" Tsunade gave the order, and the surrounding medical ninjas immediately sprang into action.

The injured were reluctant.

However, it was not advisable to lash out under Tsunade's watchful gaze.

We could only obediently follow the doctor assigned to us.

There is only one exception.

"Since you're the dean, why don't you treat us yourself? What if you cause me any lasting problems?"

Qingyu leaned against the triage desk, watching the Konoha resident who was still arguing his case.

This person was probably seeing Tsunade at Konoha Hospital for the first time and didn't know much about the situation.

If he were injured, he would jump up and down with his hands raised and start showing his loyalty to Tsunade as soon as he saw her.

This guy is a ruthless character who can pull the dead back from the Pure Land.

This guy actually dares to try and make his presence felt here.

However, on the other hand, daring to challenge Tsunade in this situation can be considered a kind of refined and easygoing nature characteristic of Konoha.

Are these troublemakers from Konoha really willing to risk their lives just to maintain their public personas?

Tsunade slowly turned around, her expression somewhere between "I'm in a good mood today" and "Do you want to die?"

"Even if I kill you while I'm here today, I can bring you back to life."

Then she pointed at Nono.

"You go first, start with this troublemaker."

Nono immediately stepped forward to inquire about the patient's condition.

The ligaments in his left leg were severely torn, and he could suffer a lifelong disability if he is not careful.

As she wheeled the injured patient into the operating room and turned to find the anesthetic,

Qingyu had already secured the injured person on the operating table, and was holding the bottle she was looking for.

"You just need to focus on the surgery, leave the rest to me."

This is a specially designed operating room, intended for use by medical ninjas.

There are no scalpels inside; the test is on the control of chakra—the chakra scalpel.

Condensing chakra into a blade requires extremely high precision.

Nonou took a deep breath, and her hands glowed with a pale blue chakra light.

Chakra Scalpel is an A-rank ninjutsu, and a rather high-level one at that.

Even in the original story, when Yakushi Kabuto was in his Sage Mode, he always had a chakra blade condensed in his hand.

Although the pharmacist Nono doesn't know this technique.

However, simply put, chakra condensation and release is relatively straightforward.

Release chakra and concentrate it at your fingertips to form a sharp chakra blade.

This tests Yakushi Nonou's ability to control chakra.

For Tsunade, if she couldn't even do this, what kind of genius would she be?

Tsunade leaned against the operating room door, her arms crossed over her chest.

If any difficult or complicated problems arise along the way, she needs to personally intervene.

After going out for a while, I returned and sat in the same spot, quietly watching the other person's surgical procedure.

Tsunade couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Senju Tsuruko was right.

This girl's talent is genuine.

His precision with the chakra scalpel is unparalleled among his peers.

The separation and suturing of ligament fibers were clean and efficient.

She asks very few questions, but every time she does, she gets to the heart of the matter.

Tsunade did not praise her.

But he did not leave the operating room.

A day passed quickly.

When the last injured patient was wheeled out, Yakushi Nonou had very little chakra left to release her scalpel.

Seeing this, Qingyu could no longer sit idly by.

Dark Blue, add some points!

[Chakra Scalpel Fragments: 807/1000]

[Does it consume stress points to increase ninjutsu proficiency?]

Yes!

In an instant, various chakra control techniques surged into his mind.

A sharp chakra blade instantly appeared between his fingers.

This also made Tsunade take another look.

With Qingyu's help, the last patient was finally wheeled out.

The setting sun in the corridor had moved from the east window to the west wall.

Qingyu leaned against the wall in the corner of the operating room and let out a long sigh.

[Chakra Scalpel: An Introduction]

[Chakra control proficiency greatly improved]

Current remaining pressure: 691

A rank A ninjutsu requires thousands of fragments to synthesize.

Ninjutsu really is such an inconvenient thing.

But today, while repeatedly using and observing the chakra scalpel, he discovered something.

Once chakra control reaches a certain level,

The proficiency in this technique improves very quickly.

Later on, each upgrade involved hundreds of points.

It seems he wasn't entirely without talent; he just hadn't encountered the right teaching methods before.

Dark Blue, add some points!

"Alright, that's all for today." Tsunade walked in from the doorway. She glanced at Nonou first.

"Yakushi Nonou, become my apprentice, and then you can study with me."

Nonou paused for a moment, then bowed deeply. "Okay! Thank you, Tsunade-sama!"

"As for you," Tsunade said, turning to Aoba.

"Let's settle your wages at the office later. I can't let you work for free."

Qingyu nodded.

The translation is that he wasn't eligible to take on any apprentices.

He wasn't too surprised.

He knew Tsunade's criteria for accepting disciples from the very beginning.

The fact that he was allowed to assist throughout the entire process was already out of consideration for Nawaki and Granny Mito.

But I still have to get my salary.

Today, he was stabilizing patients, handing over scalpels, finding medications, and handling emergencies, making him practically a part-time intern nurse.

It would be a huge loss not to take a salary.

He followed Tsunade toward the office.

The corridor was quiet, a stark contrast to the scene that had been crowded with people that morning.

Tsunade pushed open the door and walked straight to the chair, where she sat down.

She bent down, hooked her fingers on the heels of her shoes, and kicked them to the left and right, causing both shoes to fall to the floor with two thuds.

Barefoot on the cool wooden floor, she leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs out and resting her ankles on the edge of the desk.

He was sprawled out in a starfish shape, his eyes half-closed and his lips slightly parted.

The smell of his work clothes was almost overflowing the entire office.

Those feet were slightly pink from standing all day; the toes were long and the toenails were neatly trimmed.

The skin on the instep is so thin that you can see the bluish veins underneath.

As Qingyu walked in through the door, just as he was about to announce his work hours for the day, he saw Tsunade stretch her legs a few inches further onto the table.

His toes curled unconsciously in the air as he scratched the ankle of his other foot in a manner that was definitely not befitting of "Konoha's strongest medical ninja".

He remained silent for a moment...

I really got some perks today.

"Sign here, and Konoha Hospital will pay you today's wages later."

When Tsunade noticed Aoba enter, she simply pointed to the documents on the table.

Qingyu stepped forward and signed her name.

"Lady Tsunade is right."

"What do you mean?"

Qingyu's sudden remark left Tsunade somewhat bewildered.

"The proposal to establish a systematic medical ninja system in Konoha is correct."

Upon hearing this, Tsunade lifted her foot and slammed it heavily onto the table.

"Kid, what do you even know! Talking nonsense!"

"Perhaps I can't fully understand Tsunade's feelings, but I don't have family, so I can better understand that kind of pain."

"If there had been more medical ninjas, perhaps many people wouldn't have sacrificed themselves."

After saying that, Qingyu left the office.

Tsunade was left alone, wondering if she had spoken too harshly.