The Lost Clan of Naruto

Now he has no time to wrestle with these prajna, and when he is treating himself, it will be bad for these prajna to interfere.

Is he here to save people?

Whether it is the Prajna in the grotto or the guard who just ran in.They all looked blank.

As for the wounded lying here, or civilians, they all looked surprised.

Why is there a person to save people suddenly appeared at this time?

What is the origin of this young man with a bright red head?

"Mom, has anyone come to save us?"

A little girl next to her asked in an innocent voice.

"Well, we will get better next."

Even if she doesn't know what will happen next, the woman still says such hopeful words to his child.

Subconscious deception, deception with hope.

As for Zhishu, the strong child had already jumped off Zhishu's back.Standing aside watching his mother who had passed out.

"Mom, someone has come to rescue you."

The child whispered, with some choking in his tone.

The woman in front of her seemed to be dead, losing all her breath.Just lying on the bed.

And Zhishu Uzumaki, who was next to this woman, frowned deeply.

This woman is in her thirties, judging by her dress and the calluses on her hands, she is also a ninja.

This also explains why she was able to suffer so much combat damage.

But the time is very tight now, Zhishu has not enough time to find out what the damage is on this woman.

Zhishu carefully controlled his chakra and gathered it on his hands.Immediately afterwards, the green chakra light rose.

An essential skill for all medical ninjas, palm fairy.

However, at this moment, the purpose of Zhishu's Palm Immortal Technique was not to cure him.

Instead, he tried his best to hang the woman's name and decide what to do next.

Zhishu pressed his hands on the woman's abdomen, and guided his chakra to recover from the woman's injuries.

But at this time, Zhishu's brows wrinkled deeper.

What this woman suffered was not a fatal injury.It's just a normal wound for the ninja.

But all the time, I have not received good treatment.Even the wound started to drain.

Gradually, her vitality disappeared.

Is this the status quo of the Prajna people?Even the basic treatment cannot be done.

These are exactly the same as what Zhishu had anticipated at the beginning.

but

Zhishu clearly understood one thing, with his own medical ninjutsu, it was simply not enough to treat such a wound.

And now this woman is dying, even though his palm fairy technique is supporting this woman's wound healing and normal functioning of the body.

Can't keep up with this woman's speed to death.

So what happens next?

Expecting an excellent medical ninja among the Prajna?

That is simply impossible, otherwise the woman's injury would not be enough to drag it to the current level.Even among the Prajna crowd with a medical ninja who is similar to their own level, they can prevent this woman's injury from getting worse to the present level.

So who else can you count on next?

Fatty?

There is no hope at all.

And I have promised this child

Zhishu looked at the child next to him and raised his right hand again.

Perhaps there is only one way.

Today, Zhishu has only tried this method once.That is in the situation where there is no way at all.

Because he is more inclined to medical ninjutsu than this method, he has not conducted experiments.

but now

Zhishu grabbed a handful of kunai from his waist.

Chapter 421

"What are you doing?!"

The leader of the guard among the Prajna crowd was suddenly startled as he watched Zhishu Uzumaki pull out Kuwu.Hastily walked a few steps forward.

But the red-haired young man said in a cold voice, "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her. If you want to kill her, just leave."

When Uzumaki Zhishu spoke with a hint of mockery.It's just that the object of his mockery is himself now.

And because Zhishu took away his hand and the palm fairy technique broke off, the unconscious woman in front of her couldn't help groaning in pain.

And because of this, her mouth also opened.

Feeling that the life of the woman in front of her was passing by at an accelerated rate, Zhishu didn't squeeze, without a sharp stroke.

Suddenly, the bright red blood fell.

Of course, Zhishu's knife was not on this woman.But in their own hands.

The blood fell from the palm of Zhishu's right hand and flowed into the woman's mouth, and even the splashed blood dripped onto the woman's face.

The scene in front of him is almost completely unable to have any connection with the treatment and rescue.On the contrary, it is more like a strange ritual of a cult.

At this time, the child standing next to Zhishu was also stunned.