Naruto: I have an attribute panel

Chapter 24 Unexpected Accident and Tsunade's Teachings

Ever since they ran into Obito and his two companions at the hospital, news of Matsushita Taichi's internship at Konoha Hospital has spread throughout his class.

The students were all curious about Taiichi's medical skills, wondering just how high they were to be able to work directly at the hospital. The rumors grew increasingly exaggerated, eventually claiming that Taiichi was already a Special Jonin-level medical ninja. It's amazing that anyone would believe that. These guys lack even the most basic judgment.

Sure enough, students would come to the hospital to visit Taiichi from time to time under various pretexts. Some said their family members were hospitalized, some came to look for someone, and some even cut their arms specifically to have Taiichi treat them. All this chaos eventually alarmed Chief Physician Fujita, and only after arresting a few truly audacious kids did things calm down.

Taiyi finally returned to a regular life.

That day, a large number of wounded patients suddenly arrived at Konoha Hospital. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelmed by the heavy stench of blood, and the hospital corridors were crowded with stretchers. Plaster dust mixed with the rusty smell of blood and foam floated in the air, and the stretcher wheels made a sticky sound as they rolled over the floor tiles. Taiichi's white coat was stained dark red at the hem, and the green chakra gathered in his palm flickered uncertainly on the chest of a worker.

"Fractured third rib on the left side, perforated right lung lobe." Nurse Haruno ripped open the wounded soldier's shirt, which was covered in cement debris. "Blood pressure 70/40!"

Taiichi's fingertips traced the blood-soaked chest cavity, his chakra transforming into fine threads that probed into the wound. He could feel the broken bone fragments pressing against his alveoli like daggers, the adhered tissue trembling with each weak breath. Three months ago, he had to consult anatomical diagrams to pinpoint the location of organs, but now he instinctively manipulated his chakra to envelop the sharp broken bone.

The sound of a stretcher clattering came from the end of the corridor, and the newly arrived wounded soldier's left leg was twisted at an unbelievable angle. Taiichi had just finished stopping the bleeding in his lungs and staggered as he turned around, grabbing the treatment table for support—the continuous output of chakra for several hours made his temples throb.

"Get out of the way!" Chief Fujita burst through the security door, carrying a little girl who was unconscious in his arms. Pinkish-white brain tissue kept oozing from the wound on the back of the child's head, and blood mixed with concrete debris soaked through the chief's headband.

Taiichi grabbed a piece of gauze and pressed it against the girl's skull fracture. A sticky sensation seeped from between his fingers. When he tried to gather chakra, the familiar coolness did not appear; his overexerted body couldn't even perform the most basic hemostatic technique.

"Intravenous injection!" Fujita's voice seemed to come from a great distance. "Prepare the craniotomy instruments!"

The sterilizing lamp cast a ghastly white halo overhead as Taichi mechanically pressed the gauze. He saw his internship badge floating in the pool of blood, the four characters "Matsushita Taichi" on the metal badge blurred by the blood. The groans that echoed through the corridor gradually faded into the distance until a familiar voice pierced through the thick stench of blood.

"Get out of the way!"

Tsunade flung open the emergency exit door, her dark green robe fluttering behind her. When she saw the scene in the treatment room, her pupils contracted sharply—a boy kneeling in a pool of blood was biting a bandage to stop the bleeding from his right hand, the medical headband on his forehead no longer recognizable as its original color.

Memories pierced my temples like kunai. Twenty years ago, on a rainy night, Rope Tree knelt on the battlefield, bandaging her abdominal wound with blood-stained bandages. A tattered medical headband, pale knuckles, and those words fading into the rain: "Sister, save them."

"Let the professionals handle this." Tsunade grabbed Taichi by the back of his collar and lifted him up, but softened her grip when she touched the boy's trembling shoulders. When she saw the little girl's injuries on the treatment table, a familiar burning sensation suddenly rose in her throat—a symptom of hemophobia.

Taiichi wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and gathered his chakra in his palm again: "The chief said that if brain tissue is exposed for more than twenty minutes..."

"Go treat the puncture wound in the leg bone." Tsunade suddenly interrupted him, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms. The sterilizing lamp cast a long shadow of hers, which for a moment overlapped with her own image standing in front of the operating table twenty years ago. Back then, she could calmly cut open her brother's chest cavity, but now she couldn't even look directly at her child's wound.

Taiichi grabbed the first-aid kit and rushed down the corridor. Moonlight streamed through the broken window onto the stretcher. His chakra was so weak he couldn't use Healing Palm Technique; he could only apply splints to the wounded with his bare hands. When a worker bit his wrist in excruciating pain, the boy silently stuffed a piece of gauze into the other's mouth.

It's not that Taiyi doesn't use attribute points to restore stamina, it's just that Taiyi is selfish after all, and this is all he can do for strangers.

Tsunade leaned against the cold wall, the sounds of clashing machinery echoing in her ears. For the first time in twenty years, she hated her once-proud sensory abilities—she could clearly hear Taichi in the next treatment room using the most primitive physical methods to stop the bleeding of a wounded soldier with a ruptured artery. The boy's rapid breathing intertwined with the gradually weakening heartbeat of Nawaki in her memory, tightening her grip on her reason layer by layer.

The darkness before dawn is the deepest. When Taichi overturned the disposal vehicle for the third time due to chakra depletion, Tsunade finally grabbed his wrist. The boy's skin beneath his white coat was burning hot, but his pulse was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

"That's enough." Her voice was hoarse and unlike her own. "Let's go to the lounge."

"But the worker in bed number three..."

"This is an order!" Tsunade suddenly raised her voice, but her eyes reddened as Taichi staggered around. The moonlight illuminated the medical mark on the boy's back, the green cross symbolizing saving lives, which was now stained dark brown with blood.

As the morning mist drifted into the corridor, the last critically injured patient was wheeled into the operating room. Tsunade stood in the shadows of the emergency exit, watching Taiichi curled up unconscious on a bench. The boy's right hand, covered in blood scabs, hung limply by the chair, the medical chakra markings on his palm not yet fully faded.

"Stubborn as the rope tree..." She took off her outer robe and draped it over Taiichi, the dark green Senju clan emblem gleaming faintly in the morning light. The outer robe that she couldn't drape over her younger brother back then had finally found its home.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the morning mist, Tsunade unfurled a brand-new scroll in the morning light. The ink on the still-wet "Outline of Advanced Medical Ninjutsu" was still damp with dew collected before dawn.

"Starting today, you'll practice for two extra hours every day." She tucked the scroll into Taiichi's arms, her fingertips tracing the scabbed area between the boy's thumbs. "I'm going to teach you more than just the art of saving lives."

Taiyi looked at the scroll in his hand, still somewhat dazed. He hadn't fully woken up from his daze after sleeping for over ten hours. "What's this, Tsunade-neechan?"

"From now until the start of the semester, come to me for two hours every day after your internship. With your current level, you'll only embarrass me if you go out!" Even though he was supposed to be teaching Taiyi, he said it with such arrogance.

Taiichi knew Tsunade's personality and didn't mind. If people knew that Tsunade, one of the Legendary Sannin, was willing to teach others, the line of people would be long enough to circle Konoha.

"Thank you, Tsunade-neechan. I will definitely work hard and live up to your expectations."

"Alright, kid, go and get ready."

"Yes."

……

From that day on, Taichi would seek out Tsunade to learn every morning after his internship. Tsunade would then meticulously teach Taichi medical ninjutsu from the beginning, which made up for Taichi's lack of medical skills. After all, Taichi had previously learned medical ninjutsu on his own, at most by asking Nonou for advice.

With Tsunade's systematic instruction, Taiichi is making rapid progress in both theoretical foundations and medical ninjutsu. More importantly, his Yang Release nature transformation is also greatly improved. In the next two weeks, Taiichi even learned his first A-rank ninjutsu—Chakra Scalpel.

现在的太一，治癒术Lv10（14/2000），掌仙术Lv6（24/1000），细患抽出之术Lv5（231/800），查克拉手术刀Lv3（84/400），阳属性性质变化Lv4（75/600），可以说此时的太一医术水平已经完全超过了他的战斗水平。

This was something Taiyi hadn't anticipated.