There is a rule for the elderly to see a doctor, and it is always more reassuring to have a doctor who has been introduced by acquaintances and has greeted him.

Even a peerless powerhouse like Madara Uchiha can't escape such a situation.

Cao Mengde, the originator of medical trouble, once tried to slaughter his own chief surgeon, but fate gave him a big slap, let you be peerless, powerful, and everyone is equal in the face of disease.

Moreover, although Madara Uchiha is known as the battlefield Shura, he will also change his eyes with his bare hands such superb surgical skills, but the doctor cannot heal himself, he is still in a world of lack of medicine after all, and there is no resource allocation of "come here, drag this quack out and cut it for me".

Therefore, the old man finally followed the instructions of the tattooed man to find the legendary dentist holy hand, and waited for the judgment of fate with a humble and uneasy heart.

According to the map, the old man found a small alley.

Moss-dappled moss covers the adobe walls on both sides, creating a striking contrast between the buildings and the glossy streets of the neighborhood.

The old man frowned, his face was gloomy again, but he didn't have any urge to turn around and leave.

In the old man's cognition, the worldly masters are all secluded in such a place.

FOR EXAMPLE, A CERTAIN MASTER WHO DOES NOT WANT TO BE NAMED, HE IS A LEGENDARY NINJA, AN UNDEFEATED EXISTENCE IN THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE THOUSAND HAND PILLARS, THE STRONGEST GENIUS IN THE HISTORY OF THE UCHIHA CLAN, HE LIVES IN SECLUSION IN THE DARK TIDE AND NARROW UNDERGROUND.

This alley is just a little dilapidated, and I don't know how much better it is than an underground cave, and the old man doesn't care.

The reason why he frowned was because he hated it again.

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road!"

Madara Uchiha, who hasn't studied for a few days since he was a child, naturally doesn't understand such elegant poetry, but he means something about the same.

What he said was, "This damn Konoha! ”

The old man shook his head, regretting more and more that he hadn't destroyed this rotten ninja village back then.

But then again, back then, the pillars were still alive, and they relied on the Eternal Kaleidoscope and the Nine-Tails, and they were no opponents at all.

And although the Konoha at that time was rotten, it was not so rotten.

At that time, it was only those who claimed to be righteous led by Senjuma, and they rejected the Uchiha clan for various reasons.

Later, he repented and hoped to lead his clan out of Konoha, but he did not get the support of most of the clansmen.

Unexpectedly, today, Konoha has fallen to this point, not only the Uchiha clan has been excluded, but even the class division within the village has been obvious to this point?

The people living in this small alley must be the poorest people in Konoha, maybe they can't even eat enough, and in such a winter day, they huddle together to keep warm.

This is by no means the Konoha that I and the Thousand Hands Pillar wanted to create, by no means!

The old man could already imagine how miserable the life of his Uchiha clan was.

The children of Uchiha are probably living a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs!

There is no childhood, no joy, and all day long with tears.

The old man was sad from his heart, and he looked at the sky.

……

"Old man, are you going to rent a house?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice interrupted the old man's ethereal thoughts.

The old man collected his mood for a moment and turned to look at the woman who was questioning him.

This is an Obasan, about forty or fifty years old, wearing pajamas and cotton slippers, and at first glance he looks like he has just gotten up, and he is obviously a resident of this small alley.

She was holding the wall in one hand and the night pot in the other, waiting for the old man to reply, presumably before she was going to the river or somewhere to pour the night pot.

However, contrary to the old man's expectations, this Obasang did not look like he was dressed in tatters and had a vegetable face, but had a round waist, a strange hairstyle on his head, and a cigarette in his mouth.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like some poor woman.

The old man felt that in his time, such a fierce woman could go directly to the battlefield with her armor on, and her arms were almost as thick as her thighs.

Seeing the bejeweled old man looking up and down at him in a daze, Obasan, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, suddenly lost his good temper:

"Old Zamao, what do you see, if you don't rent a house, get out of here, how many stinky money are there? Want to take advantage of old age? Who are you as a wife? The old lady has several houses waiting to be demolished here, how old are you? ”

The middle-aged woman scolded and scolded, saying words that the old man could not understand at all.

Seeing the old man's dazed and ignorant look, the middle-aged woman became even more angry, picked up the night pot and smashed it.

The familiar smell wafted from afar, and the old man finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly avoided the night pot attack with a teleportation technique.

"It's still a ninja!" The middle-aged woman was much more polite in her words.

Konoha is quietly changing under someone's covert leadership, and in terms of the size of the city and the modernization index, it has almost reached the Boruto era.

But unlike Boruto's time, ninjas are far from outdated, and ninjas are still admired characters in Konoha's value system today.

The old man naturally wouldn't vomit with an ignorant and stupid woman, waved his hand, covered his waist, and limped into the alley.

The old waist seems to have flashed again, and I hope that the doctor named Muqi Soya can be proficient in massage at the same time.

……

According to the house number, the old man found a small storefront with a faded red cross painted on the crooked signboard, indicating that this was a small clinic.

This is it......

The old man nodded, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the clinic.

"Hello!"

The door quickly opened, and a nurse appeared inside.

It's just that this nurse made the old man frown.

A dwarf dressed as a nurse is much uglier than Ah Fei.

"Is Dr. Sawyer here? I was introduced by a friend and came here to see him for a dental look. The old man decided to ignore the nurse's spicy eyes and asked directly.

"Yes, yes, please." The dwarf said enthusiastically.

……

"You're Dr. Sawyer?"

The old man looked at the young doctor, and his heart was a little uncertain.

"Yes, that's right."

Dr. Sawyer smiled professionally and said, "I'm a very professional doctor. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the wall behind him.

The old man's eyesight was still good, there was no presbyopia, his pupils contracted slightly, and he saw many pictures hanging on the yellow, mildewed walls.

"What are these?"

Hearing the old man's question, the dwarf nurse immediately brought a stool, stood on it and enthusiastically began to introduce.

He pointed to a photo of Sawa and a fat man: "Look, uncle, this is a photo of Dr. Sawa with him after curing the high blood cholesterol of the Patriarch of the Autumn Dao." ”

He also pointed to a photo of Sawa and a thin man: "This is a photo of Dr. Sawa with Nara after curing the anorexia of the younger brother of the Nara patriarch who is too lazy to eat." ”

This is followed by a photo with a woman: "This is a photo of Dr. Yasuo after he cured Hokage-sama's wife's menstrual irregularity. ”

"You wait!"

The old man interrupted the dwarf nurse and said with a strange expression: "Even menstrual irregularities can be treated?" ”

"Of course!"

The dwarf nurse said as a matter of course: "Our Doctor Sawyer is a genius in the medical field, what disease can't be cured, you look at this again." ”

The old man followed the dwarf's finger and saw a photo of Dr. Sawyer standing with a family of three.

The hairstyle of the men in this family of three is somewhat similar to that of the old man when he was young, and there are red oil paint painted on both cheeks.

"I see, it was Dr. Sawa who cured the Inuzuka couple's infertility and allowed them to have a baby, right?" The old man held his chin and guessed.

"How could you have such a strange idea?" 、

Muqi Soya, who had been sitting upright, frowned: "At present, this clinic has not carried out the diagnosis and treatment project of artificial fertility. ”

Dr. Sawyer stood up and pointed to the inconspicuous object in the lower left of the picture, a small milk dog.

In the old man's stunned expression, Dr. Sawa said lightly: "This is a photo of Dr. Ben and me after they sterilized the little flowers of the Inuzuka family. ”

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