Guy fell silent for a moment, then obediently put his right arm back in its sling.
"Three weeks it is." The old doctor nodded in satisfaction and wrote a line in his chart: "Patient cooperation: good."
Neji's examination in the Meridian Department went the most smoothly.
The attending physician in the Meridian Department was a distant elder of the Hyuga Branch Family. After examining the meridians in Neji's right arm with his Byakugan, he said only one thing: "Even your father wouldn't have dared use sixty-four consecutive Vacuum Palms like that at your age." Neji did not answer.
The elder said nothing more either. He prescribed a box of Meridian Patches and a week's Chakra Therapy Order, then had the nurse file Neji's chart.
When Neji reached the door, he turned back and asked, "Is my father's chart in the archives too?" The elder glanced at him over his reading glasses and nodded.
Neji did not ask anything else.
As he left the Meridian Department, he folded the therapy order and put it in his pocket. His folds were very neat.
Tenten had the rubbed-open blisters on her fingers treated in the General Outpatient Department.
As the nurse disinfected them with povidone-iodine, she grumbled, "You young Anbu candidates, none of you treat your hands like actual hands.
"Last time, a Chunin needed six stitches in his finger. On the very day we took them out, he went to the training grounds to throw Shuriken. His wound split open, and he came right back for more stitches." Tenten watched the nurse apply a sterile dressing to the wound on her left middle finger. It lay perfectly flat, without a single corner lifting.
"I'm not an Anbu candidate," Tenten said.
The nurse looked up at her, then at the bundle of neatly