boyutpedia Chapter 10 Uchiha Visits
Chapter 10 Uchiha Visits
After half an hour.
The surgery is over.
Sosuke was covered in sweat.
This is even more tiring than refining chakra all night.
This is a state of extreme mental tension.
He wrapped the wound tightly with gauze.
"alright."
Sosuke threw down the blood-stained silver knife.
The knife was chipped and had turned black.
The burly men around him looked at the rotten meat in the basin, their faces turning pale.
They've killed people, but that's a completely different matter from performing surgery.
The viper was awakened by the splash of cold water.
He weakly opened his eyes and immediately looked at his legs.
Still.
Moreover, that burning pain that went deep into the bone marrow disappeared.
Instead, there is a numb coolness.
"It's alive..." the viper muttered to itself.
The way he looked at Sousuke changed.
If before it was just a desperate attempt, now it's out of awe and reverence.
This young man not only possesses miraculous medicine, but also has a chillingly skilled swordsmanship.
"How much?" the viper asked.
"This surgery will cost five thousand taels." Sosuke wiped the blood from his hands. "The medicine will be extra. Each bottle will cost two hundred taels for daily dressing changes."
expensive.
But that's only one-tenth of the price at Konoha Hospital.
The viper waved its hand.
A henchman handed over a heavy money bag.
"This is ten thousand taels."
Viper propped himself up, his eyes sweeping over his subordinates with a sinister gaze before finally settling on Sosuke.
"The rest is your reward for your hard work. And..."
He paused.
"From now on, if anyone causes you trouble on this street, just mention my name. As long as they're not those jealous Uchiha guys, I'll take care of it for you."
Sosuke took the money bag and threw it into the counter.
The Red Serpent Gang members carefully carried the viper away.
The room returned to silence.
Sosuke slumped into the chair.
He looked at his trembling hands.
First surgery.
Successful.
Thanks to the silver powder.
That basin of water used to wash the wound contained at least several hundred taels of silver powder dissolved in it.
For a regular doctor, this dosage of antibiotics is simply unaffordable.
Just then.
The door was pushed open again.
Sousuke frowned.
"We're closed for today."
"Closed for business?"
A cold voice came from behind.
Two men in dark blue uniforms entered.
The fan logo on his chest was particularly eye-catching.
Uchiha Police Force.
The leader was very young, probably around twenty years old, with short hair and sharp, piercing eyes.
He glanced at the bloodstains remaining in the room, then at the black silver knife on the counter.
"Someone reported that there are illegal medical practices and gang members gathered here."
The young Uchiha security guard walked up to the counter and looked down at Sosuke.
"Show me your temporary residence permit."
Zongsuke's heart sank.
The gang had just been seen off when the police arrived.
The timing was perfect.
The Red Serpent Gang's large-scale operation clearly could not escape the eyes of the security team.
Sosuke took out the card.
The Uchiha guard took it, didn't even look at it, and threw it on the ground.
"This was organized by the Takaya Trading Company," Sosuke said calmly. "I'm related to Takaya Jiro."
"Takaya Jiro?" The Uchiha security guard sneered, stepping on the ID with his toe. "That fat businessman? He's not even worth a dog in front of us Uchiha."
This is the arrogance of the Uchiha clan.
This is also the reason why they ultimately perished.
But now, this arrogance is enough to crush Sousuke.
"Was that a viper just now?" The security guard pointed to the bloodstains on the ground. "You saved him?"
"I own a pharmacy. I'll save whoever pays me."
"Very principled." The security guard nodded, but there was no admiration in his eyes. "But you not only saved the gang, you're also suspected of using prohibited metals."
He walked to the tray and picked up the discarded silver knife.
Although it has turned black, you can still tell that it is metallic in texture.
"Do you have a license to manufacture this kind of controlled knife?"
If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.
In the ninja world, kunai and shuriken are everywhere, so what kind of controlled weapon is a scalpel?
But this person is an Uchiha.
If he says you are, then you are.
"It's just a piece of silver," Sousuke explained. "It's soft; it can't kill anyone."
"Whether or not we can kill someone, we'll discuss that back at the garrison headquarters."
The security guard waved his hand.
"take away."
Another officer stepped forward and took out handcuffs.
Sosuke did not resist.
To rebel against the Uchiha at this time would be tantamount to suicide.
His hands were handcuffed.
The cold iron ring gripped my wrist.
Sosuke kept his head down, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his bangs.
He felt no fear.
He was calculating.
This is a crisis, but also an opportunity.
The interrogation room of the security department is a place where one can access more information.
"The items have been confiscated."
The young guard grabbed the 10,000-tael money bag from the counter and then swept up several bottles of medicine from the shelf.
This is what is known as "law enforcement".
Sosuke was pushed and shoved out of the shop.
On the street, many neighbors peeked out to watch the commotion, but no one dared to speak.
The Uchiha clan's reputation was built on its iron-fisted methods.
Before being taken away, Sosuke glanced back at his shop.
He wasn't worried.
As long as Takaya Jiro doesn't want to lose his cash cow, and as long as the Red Serpent Gang doesn't want to lose the only healer who can cure injuries.
He will definitely come out.
And they came out in a grand and impressive manner.
This was just a lesson Konoha taught him:
In this village, money alone is not enough.
You must have power.
Or, become a tool needed by power.
……
The interrogation room of the security department was cold.
There are no windows.
Only a dim incandescent light bulb overhead emitted a buzzing electrical sound.
The walls were made of sound-absorbing material, with dark red mottled marks that were indistinguishable as rust or old bloodstains.
Sosuke sat on the iron chair.
His hands were handcuffed in front of him.
The young Uchiha security guard was sitting opposite him.
On the table were the things looted from Sosuke's shop:
That money bag containing ten thousand taels of silver.
Several bottles of silver solution.
And that black scalpel with its blade chipped.
"Speak."
The Uchiha guard sat with his legs crossed, fiddling with the heavy money pouch in his hand.
"Where did this money come from?"
"I earned that money by treating the yakuza," Sosuke replied.
"What kind of illness can earn you ten thousand taels of silver for treatment?" the guard sneered. "Money to buy your life?"
"I guess so. That's the price of a leg."
"Still being stubborn."
The security guard slammed his hand on the table.
"We suspect you of having illegal dealings with the Red Serpent Gang. You might even be helping them dispose of stolen goods."
He pointed to the knife.
"The lab has already examined the material of this knife. It's pure silver. And it's extremely pure silver."
Sosuke's heart skipped a beat.
The Uchiha clan is very efficient.
"A poor kid who runs a general store, making knives out of pure silver? Does your family own a mine?"
The guard leaned forward, his dark eyes fixed on Sosuke.
He is putting pressure on us.
Although the Sharingan was not activated, the cold chakra unique to the Uchiha clan already permeated the air.
An ordinary person would have been terrified.
But Sosuke did not.
In this oppressive atmosphere, he actually sensed a hint of greed.
The focus of the interrogation was not the knife, but the money.
"Those were family heirlooms of silver, I melted them down," Sosuke said, sticking to his old excuse. "I had no choice but to do it to save lives."
"Save them?"
The security guard stood up and walked up to Sosuke.
He reached out and grabbed Sosuke by the collar, lifting him up.
"In Konoha, only certified medical ninjas are allowed to save lives. What you are doing is practicing medicine without a license, which constitutes attempted murder."
"According to the law, we can lock you up for three months."
Three months.
If his shop is shut down for three months, it will be finished, and Takaya Jiro's investment will be wasted.
He cannot go to jail.