chsdbacks Chapter 21 The Birth of My Sister
Chapter 21 The Birth of My Sister
As the drizzle subsided, an unusual vitality quietly crept into the disinfectant smell that permeated Konoha Hospital.
The news of Tsunade's return to the hospital was like a warm breeze, quickly dispelling the gloom that had accumulated over the past few days due to the increasing number of wounded.
She didn't make a big fuss; she simply changed out of her long-unseen green robe embroidered with the word "gamble," put on a white coat, and calmly walked into the intensive care unit.
However, the aura of one of the "Three Ninjas" and a medical genius could not be concealed. Wherever he went, busy medical staff stopped in their tracks, bowed respectfully, and their eyes shone with excitement and hope.
"Lady Tsunade!"
"You're back!"
Tsunade merely nodded slightly in response, her sharp gaze sweeping across the ward before finally settling on a hospital bed.
There lay a special Jonin who had suffered a severe abdominal injury and was in a deep coma. His wound was seriously infected, and his vital signs were extremely weak. The medical Chunin in charge of taking care of him was helpless.
"Condition."
Tsunade's words were concise and to the point.
The medical chunin hurriedly reported, his tone filled with anxiety: "Organ rupture, multiple chakra pathways severed, infection out of control, routine Healing Palm Technique and antibiotics have already been administered..."
Tsunade didn't say anything, but went straight to the bedside and washed her hands.
Without the slightest hesitation, she hovered her hands above the injured man's abdomen, and her immense chakra instantly condensed, emitting a bright green light several times purer and more concentrated than that of Shizune and Genma.
The light seemed to have a life of its own, gently yet firmly seeping into the wound.
With Genma's extraordinary chakra perception, he could "see" Tsunade's chakra as the most skillful surgical scalpel, precisely peeling away necrotic tissue, stimulating the regeneration of healthy cells at an astonishing speed, and simultaneously releasing a gentle force to guide the disordered chakra flow within the injured person's body.
The entire process was performed with effortless ease, demonstrating an unparalleled mastery of microscopic chakra manipulation.
In less than fifteen minutes, the injured man's ashen face regained some color, and his weak breathing became steady and strong.
On the nearby electrocardiogram monitor, the curve representing vital signs was pulsating and regaining its vitality.
"The infection is under control, and the organs have recovered by 30%. We will closely monitor the situation for the next 24 hours and administer medication according to the new prescription."
Tsunade withdrew her hand and gave the order in a calm tone, as if she had just completed a trivial task.
"Yes, Lady Tsunade!"
The surrounding medical ninjas responded in unison, their faces filled with admiration and excitement.
Shizune stood not far away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. Looking at Tsunade's composed back, her eyes were slightly red, but she couldn't help but smile.
She knew that the powerful and reliable Lady Tsunade had truly returned.
Genma witnessed all of this and was deeply shaken.
This is the power of a top-tier medical ninja—the ability to bring the dead back to life, a true pillar of strength on the battlefield.
With Tsunade in charge, the casualty rate on the front lines will surely drop significantly, and Konoha's medical system will finally have a true backbone.
In the following days, Tsunade swiftly reorganized the hospital's procedures.
She personally formulated treatment plans for the seriously wounded, provided guidance on the key points of advanced medical ninjutsu, and even improved the formulas of several emergency medicines.
Her return not only improved medical standards but also greatly boosted morale.
The shadow of war still looms large, but in Konoha Hospital, a steadfast flame of hope is ignited by the return of one person.
……
Time flies, and autumn is here in the blink of an eye.
Outside the delivery room of Konoha Hospital, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.
Genma and his father, Genma Shiranui, sat side by side on a bench, their postures identical—leaning forward, hands clasped tightly, eyes fixed on the closed door.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a sense of anxious anticipation.
Xuanma raised his broad, calloused hand several times, intending to pat his son's shoulder, but in the end, he only placed it heavily on his own knee, murmuring, "It will go smoothly, it will definitely go smoothly!"
Genma remained silent, only pursing his lips.
Despite having confidence in the mother's health and the hospital's guarantees, childbirth remains a perilous ordeal in this era of still relatively primitive medical technology.
Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, he was just as nervous as his father.
finally--
"Whoa—!"
A clear and vibrant cry, like sunlight breaking through the gloom, suddenly pierced through the delivery room door and clearly reached the ears of the father and son in the corridor.
The crying seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly dispelling all tension and unease.
Xuanma suddenly sprang up from the bench, his face beaming with ecstasy.
Genma felt as if his heart had been struck hard by something, and then he was enveloped by a warm current. He involuntarily stood up, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.
After what felt like an eternity, the delivery room door opened, and a nurse, looking tired but with a beaming smile, emerged: "Congratulations, Mr. Shiranui! Mother and child are safe and sound. It's a very healthy and adorable little princess!"
"That's great! That's great!"
Genma was so excited that he was incoherent, rubbing his hands together, and his eyes were a little red.
Genma took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards. A strange emotion, a mixture of excitement, relief, and a great sense of responsibility, filled his chest.
His long-awaited younger sister has finally arrived.
A moment later, the father and son, having been given permission, tiptoed into the delivery room.
Mrs. Keiko was pale, with sweat-dampened hair clinging to her forehead, but her eyes were bright and content. She held a tiny baby wrapped in soft swaddling clothes in her arms.
"Genma, come see your sister."
Huizi's voice was gentle and weak.
Genma approached step by step, carefully bending down.
Inside the swaddling clothes, a rosy, wrinkled little face emerged, its eyes still tightly closed, with a small nose and mouth, and sparse baby hair plastered to its scalp.
She seemed to sense someone approaching, and unconsciously smacked her lips.
This is his sister.
He has lived two lives. In his previous life, he had a mischievous younger brother who was a nightmare for ghosts, and he always hoped to have a well-behaved and cute younger sister. In this life, his wish has finally come true.
An indescribable, tender emotion struck him, stirring him more than mastering any powerful ninjutsu.
He extended his index finger and gently touched his sister's soft, tofu-like hand with the tip of his finger.
The little hand moved instinctively and gently hooked his fingers.
At that moment, Genma felt his heart completely melt.
An unprecedented sense of protectiveness arose spontaneously, like the strongest bulwark, firmly rooted in my heart.
"Xiao Wu..."
He whispered the name he had already chosen, his voice filled with a tenderness he himself was unaware of, "I am the older brother."
The little one made soft humming sounds in its sleep, as if in response.