Red Rope is at least right about one thing, and that is that Yasuo really has no talent for medical ninjutsu.

While doing chakra control exercises, a small leaf swayed in the palm of his hand like a canoe in the Pacific Ocean, and sank in less than a second.

It can be said that if Yasuo is asked to do eye replacement surgery for Madara or Obito, then it is estimated that there will be no moon eye plan.

But Yasuo has found several reliable friends.

When he took Urgat's sewing thread, Orochimaru had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, feeling that he was born to deal with this.

Orochimaru's chakra control is very good, and if it weren't for his dedication to immortality, he could have used his talent for human experiments in medical operations.

Under Yasuo's command, Orochimaru stitched the blood vessels in the daimyo's head in place, and then used chakra as an adhesive to fill in the gaps between the needles and threads.

The Thousand Hands Sango, who maintained the palm immortal technique, had forgotten the ages of the two teenagers in front of him at this moment, and was meticulously playing the role of an assistant.

"Senior Sango, you can remove the palm immortal technique."

It wasn't until Yasuo reminded him that Senju Coral reacted that the Daimyo's originally completely ruptured blood vessels had been stitched up.

"Is that really okay? Leaving the foreign body in the patient's body. ”

Thousand Hands Coral slowly withdrew the Palm Immortal Technique, of course she could see that the sutured blood vessels were completely able to withstand the pressure of blood filling, but she was still very skeptical about the postoperative reaction.

"Rest assured, this is a very biocompatible thread, which is very precious, but it is worth it for a great man like Grandpa Daimyo who is sympathetic to the people and very talented. You can also buy some of the coral seniors, but of course there is a fee. ”

Yasuo replied with a smile that Urgart was a big guy, and his sewing thread was more than just that.

"This ...... We still have to see the final recovery of His Highness the Daimyo. ”

Thousand-Handed Coral replied noncommittally that Yasuo's vascular sutures had inspired her, but she had no plans to try it yet.

"The operation was successful?"

The eldest son of the daimyo is sinking like water at the moment, even if he has been cultivating for decades, he has put negative emotions on his face at this moment.

But fortunately, no one noticed the abnormality of his expression at this time.

"Yasuo, Yasuo, did you bring your grandfather back to life?" Tsunade finally asked in a voice, she had been forcing herself not to make a sound for fear of disturbing Yasuo's operation.

"Silly boy, how can the patient wake up so quickly after the operation, and what the result is, it depends on the patient's own recovery ability."

Thousand-Hand Coral had already washed his hands, and said lovingly as he touched Tsunade's head.

"But...... But...... Grandpa is eighty-six years old, can he recover......"

Tsunade still knows a little about medical skills, and the older a person is, the more difficult it is to recover from an injury.

Hearing Tsunade's words, the eyes of the eldest son of the daimyo brightened again, and he hurriedly said to the thousand-armed coral:

"Shinobu Sango, can my father still wake up...... Don't have any worries, you must tell the truth, no matter what the result is, we can stick to it......"

Thousand-Hand Coral was silent for a while, and could only say truthfully: "This ...... After all, His Royal Highness the Daimyo is too old, even if the operation is successful, it will be difficult for him to wake up if he survives, and even if he can wake up with the blessing of the gods, I am afraid that he will only be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life......"

"That's great...... It's so sad! ”

The eldest son of the daimyo had too much ups and downs in his mood today, and he almost leaked his mouth, and he felt that his head hurt a little.

After all, he is also a sixty-year-old man.

However, just as he finally put his heart back in his stomach, a voice that he knew very well, but which he didn't want to hear, came to mind.

"Coral...... Coral Shinobi ...... Decaying ...... I think I can save ......."

In the shocked gaze of everyone, the daimyo opened his eyes with difficulty.

The best way to make people grateful is to do good deeds that make people think that you don't know and that they will know, but in fact they do.

Long before the operation began, Yasuo had infiltrated a small amount of the reusable potion into Urgat's sutures.

As the blood vessels were sutured, the medicine in the sutures gradually entered the blood of the daimyo.

Such a small amount of reusable potion naturally had no effect on resurrecting the dead, but it was enough to bring the daimyo back to consciousness.

Therefore, the daimyo knew exactly who his savior was, and even the excellent junior could clearly hear the pertinent evaluation of his merits.

In short, the daimyo is now 10,000 satisfied with Yasuo.

"Father, have you recovered? Can you get out of bed now? The eldest son of the daimyo asked in a bit of a panic.

"Hmph, as you wish, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to stand up again."

The daimyo snorted coldly, he knew very well about the eldest son's careful thoughts, but the daimyo was also very aware of his body, even if he didn't have this serious illness, he planned to step down as a daimyo next year.

Ignoring the son who was in a cold sweat, the daimyo turned his head to Yasuo and said:

"Boy, you saved me, looking at the age, it seems to be about the same as Tsunade, what a little genius!"

The daimyo's voice was weak, but his tone was full of love for his juniors.

"Grandpa Daimyo, you have won the award, this is all the credit of the superb ninjutsu of the coral seniors and the suturing skills of the Orochimaru, and I think the most important thing is that the Daimyo's grandfather has put so much effort into the country of fire, and he should have lived a long life."

Yasuo tried his best to reveal a harmless little Shota, and said the most sensual words in the most innocent voice.

"What a sensible child! But the real hero is you, who invented a new kind of medical ninjutsu. ”

Daimyo's cloudy eyes were full of relief: "It's not easy to have such a young genius in peacetime, Sato, go and bring my most cherished gold pen and give it to this little genius as a souvenir." ”

"This ...... Grandfather...... Your gold pen seems to have been sold by me......" Tsunade said weakly, covering his little head.

The corners of the daimyo's mouth twitched: "Then take the black pearl that the Daimyo of the Land of Water gave me and give it to the little genius!" ”

"This ...... I think I sold it too......"

Daimyo: "......"

Looking at the appearance of Daimyo and Tsunade, Yasuo felt a great sense of accomplishment, he should bring them happiness, right?

At least Tsunade can enjoy more of his childhood with his grandfather, and he should be happier.

At this time, Yasuo suddenly felt a trace of cold gaze, and subconsciously turned his head to see that it was the eldest son of the Daimyo, Tsunade's eldest uncle.

Although the look full of deep hostility disappeared for only a moment, Yasuo still caught it keenly.

This little old man is so small, shouldn't normal people be good friends with possible famous doctors in the future?

Maybe I've been the prince for too long and I'm a little out of my mind, or maybe I just think I'm just pure luck?

Either way, it's not a good thing to be hated by future daimyo.

Turning his head to the daimyo who was feintging and reprimanding Tsunade, Yasuo fell into deep thought.

Due to the use of the reusable potion produced by the system, Yasuo could clearly see the red number on the elder's head at this moment.

“-1S”

“-1S”

“-1S”

……