"Whew..."
An hour and a half later, as the sun gradually climbed toward its zenith, Chiba finally emerged from Konoha Hospital, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The moment his feet crossed the hospital gates, he could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.
An hour and a half earlier, after being dragged into the laboratory by the old scholars whose grief had abruptly turned into fervor, he underwent the most comprehensive, meticulous, and tedious physical examination of both his past and present lives at their request, amid an atmosphere so terrifying it felt as though he were about to be dissected alive.
Basically, they tested everything that could be tested about his body and carried out every examination the laboratory's medical facilities allowed.
Yet the old scholars were still far from satisfied. If the laboratory had possessed better medical facilities, and if Chiba had not finally found an excuse to leave, he might not have escaped even by nightfall.
Even so, those mere ninety minutes of examinations had left a deep impression on Chiba—an impression traumatic enough to become a psychological shadow.
The examinations themselves were not the problem. They were merely tedious; he could endure them and be done with it. The real issue was the inexplicably fanatical attitude of those old scholars, which kept him in an atmosphere of I feel like I'm about to be vivisected alive every second. If he had not known that they had firm moral boundaries and kind natures, Chiba would nearly have run away. It was truly terrifying enough to leave psychological scars.
Still, though they had performed every test they could, Chiba had not been told the results yet. The old scholars were already in a fevered state, completely absorbed in the blood tests, with no time