Kusagakure Hospital Posts

-White Mage Melody II

Hmm.

Tsukune read over the medical dossier he had been handed as he made his way down the hallway. All around him, doctors and civilians were hurrying back and forth, somehow managing to avoid knocking into each other. He supposed that all support ninja learned a certain amount of unconscious evasion, if they survived for very long. Becoming an iryou-nin was kind of like painting a gigantic target on your back, as far as enemy shinobi were concerned. Suffer not a doctor to live, as they say. He looked down at the papers in his hand.

First patient, Touketsu Ren. Age twenty-four, Chuunin. Injured during raid on dissident hide-out. Piercing wound to received from kunai during initial ambush. Weapon penetrated epidermis and soft tissue to a depth of an inch and a half in the lower anterior of the abdomen. Skin and muscle tissue severed by blade, however all vital organs were missed. Lost a small amount of blood before pressurizing and binding the wound. Age of injury at time of admission is seven hours, twenty minutes.

Hmm.

It seemed simple enough. He rounded the corner, stepping into the wide open space of the Level One Ward. Several doors lined the walls, leading to private rooms, and a number of beds sat near the windows on the open floor, for the less pressing patients. One such patient, Bed A13, was Touketsu Ren. Tsukune eyed him up as he walked closer. He seemed like a well-scarred man, with the kind of well-built body that most career shinobi possessed. He frowned, stepping up to the man.

-White Mage Melody IV

“Hold still.”

Tsukune set the bottle aside, waiting for the fizzing to subside. After a few moments it died down, and the foam dissolved into the air. He examined it for a moment longer before he was satisfied with it. He put his hands together over the man's wound, forming a few short hand seals. He channelled chakra out from his core and up into his hands, finely controlling it. As he finished his seals, he poured it into his hands, keeping it as tightly contained inside of his digits as possible.

Just a little bit, now.

He rested his hands over the wound on the man's stomach, hovering perhaps an inch above the wound. A half-translucent orb of green chakra encased his hands, wrapping around to encompass the wound within itself as well. The medical chakra from his palms flowed down into the wound, stimulating the cells surrounding the injury, pouring energy into them. Tsukune frowned a bit, focusing on the complex construct of chakra he was constructing in the open space of the wound.

Slowly, the cells were being stimulated to regenerate, their flesh growing in accordance with the guidance constructs he had formed out of his chakra. Muscle, veins, nerves, and skin, all of them were properly re-organized. The flesh writhed underneath the young shinobi's palms, coming together, first at the very bottom of the wound, then slowly filling in all the ways towards the top. As the muscles knit themselves back together, flesh, fresh and pink, grew over the wound, forming a faint, clean scar.

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Shousen no Jutsu (Mystical Hand Technique)

-White Mage Melody VI

Ouch.

Tsukune frowned down at the folder in his hands. This one sounded a bit more serious than the last one. She was stable, though, so he could see why the doctors would put her in the Level One Ward. Still, he wasn't sure they understood just how inexperienced he was. He shook his head, trying to disperse his doubts. He could do it. The hospital was over-packed as it was. The village still didn't have its feet under it. They simply couldn't spare any other doctors to this work. The fact that the poor girl was suffering was enough for him.

He sighed. He sometimes he hated feeling compassion. He stood up from the bed, checking the sheet in his hands again. She was down at the very end of the Level One Ward, in bed A67. Tsukune slipped the sheet neatly into the folders, looking around for a long moment to get his bearings. He made his way down the direction of the ascending numbers. He could see one bed, cleanly curtained off at the end of the hall. He sucked in a deep breath, then stepped up to the white cloth, parting it and stepping inside.

Oh, no.

It was a difficult thing to look at. The curtains had been drawn for her privacy; the young girl had her shirt off, and her still-growing chest was heaving in a way that might have been attractive if it hadn't been for the fact that she was obviously in pain. A number of painful purling bruises spread unabated down her arms, to her chest, and up to her checks. One of her eyes was black and swollen. There was a nasty looking gash on her arm, and he knew there was an other on her back underneath her. A puncture wound, its edges thick and red.

-White Mage Melody VIII

We'll start with the puncture wound.

It seemed like the best decision. It was the most severe of them, after all, and would pose the most problems when tending to her other injuries. Gently, he brought his hands down, past the short skirt of a muted red, underlaid with tight black athletic shorts. He brought the glowing orb over the wound, encompassing it in the soft glow. It sunk into the wound, and he began re-establishing the structure of the body below. The puncture hadn't destroyed too much tissue, thankfully.

Mostly, it would be a matter of knitting flesh back together. He first sought out the vein that had been torn apart by the kunai. He linked the two frayed ends of the tube together with chakra, creating an invisible chain between the two of them. Next, he kneaded his chakra into the muscle tissue around them, setting up the same framework of unseen links between torn flaps of flesh. He thickened the net, adding more and more strands until the inside of the wound was something like a spider's web.

Here's the tricky part.

Slowly, using his chakra, he coaxed that flesh into moving, all at once, in slow, rippling waves, as the network of chakra contracted. Slowly, surely, the flesh was drawn together, like two pieces of fabric being stitched into one. It took nearly a minute of slow, gentle effort, but the red matter flowed together, the two broken ends aligning themselves to one another. Tsukune sent a pulse of healing energy down into it, forcing the muscles to form together, knitting into one, joining the broken tube of the vein back into one whole...

-White Mage Melody X

Hmm...

“Are you doing alright?” Tsukune asked the girl gently, his eyes focused on the wound at her side. He was knitting the flesh back together with his chakra, forming a sheen of new skin over the top of the sealing wound. She smiled up at him, her eyes a little bit unfocused. She twitched her had back and forth for a moment, and when she settled again, her eyes were clear and aware. She looked at him warmly, and he risked a glance into her verdantly green eyes before focusing back on his work.

“I'm doing alright, Shikou-san,” She said, her voice weary. “It feels a lot better when you do that.” She made a small rolling motion with her shoulders, an appreciative sigh coming out of her mouth. Tsukune nodded, his expression bemused. Medical chakra had that effect on the body. He was glad it worked that way. It was a lot better than trying to perform medicine without it. That turned into nothing but a mess of pain and blood and made a tremendous mess. Techniques were easier to keep straight than medications.

All set.

“You can call me Tsukune,” He said absently, running his fingers over the scar tissue. It was a bit tight, but she would retain full functionality. He nodded once, pleased with his own work. He looked her over, stuidously avoiding looking at parts he wasn't supposed to be looking at. She turned a bit red, blushing in spite of herself. He coughed delicately, then shook his head. “Would you mind rolling on to your stomach for me, Ishikoro-san? I need to heal your back.”

White Mage Melody XII

“Roll on your back again, please,” Tsukune said, pushing up his sleeves again, as they began to sag back. He peeled off the gloves, tossing them into a nearby trash can. She moved, a lot more easily this time, slowly turning from back to front. She settled herself, half sitting up, supported by her arms, facing him. He turned a bit red, turning his gaze away from her and busying himself in her chart for a long moment. “We just need to heal your bruises up, for the last thing.”

She smiled, her face bright red.

Tsukune swallowed audibly, forcing himself to focus on his technique. He stumbled through the hand seals, his palms encasing themselves in a fierce emerald glow. Gently, he lowered it to her face, working out the purple colours of the bruise. An appreciative sigh slipped from her lips, and she tilted her head back, allowing him to trace the energy down her neck, working as he went. He breathing startened to quicken as he worked his way down, and he blushed all the way to the roots of his hair.

“Thanks, Tsukune-kun,” She said, with a little smile playing on her lips, as he finished up. He swallowed again, hurriedly gathering up his files and stacking them together. She smirked, putting her shirt on, still bright red herself. She slid herself off the table, making a few experimental motions. After a few pretend punches, she nodded to herself, apparently satisfied. She swept past Tsukune, parting the cotton curtains and stepping into the sunlight. “I'll see you around.”

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HOSPITAL CRISIS!
RANK: D, C, B [1 D, 2 C]
DESCRIPTION: As a medic it's your duty to help out the village when it's in need- and it just so happens that the hospital needs your help to take care of the patients that are suddenly flowing in to the place! Heal as many people as you can whilst also keeping up the excellent medical service that Kusagakure strives to uphold. Failure is not an option and any botch job medical treatments will make the user face strict penalties!
OBJECTIVE: Heal as many patients as you can in the hospital!
MININUM SHINOBI: 1
PAY: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo/50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo/100 EXP and 2,500 Ryo.

Ah, the hospital.

It felt oddly familiar, stepping back into the two-toned hallways of the medical centre. Of course, it was just a trick of his memory. The Kusakage's Atrium was patterned in much the same way, most likely intentionally, and the memories of the two of them mixed together. All in all, it made him feel as though there was one place he kept going back and forth from, even if it was in two different places. He mused on that thought for a while, considering the intricacies of space and time.

Even those thoughts had to end, however. Before long, his feet carried him up to the main desk of the hospital. Sitting behind it was a familiar face; a tired-eyed young man, possessed of long limbs and short, dark hair. He glanced up at Tsukune, his eyes marked with deep lines. As hard as Tsukune had worked for the hospital, it was clear that some people worked harder, in their own way. He didn't think that this guy had even slept since he last saw him, a number of hours ago.

Man.

“Shikou Tsukune,” He said, though the man surely remembered his name. “Here to assist the wounded.” The man nodded blearily, holding up a thick manilla folder to him. Apparently, now that they had met once, they were close enough to merit wordless communication. Or maybe the man was just that tired. Tsukune took it with a murmur of gratitude, stepping away from the desk to lean against the wall nearby. He flipped open the file, looking over the information contained within.