The Plan Had to Change

Smack... smack...

The shockwaves and gale-force winds gradually subsided. Feeling the repeated blows against his back cease, Hirohiko lowered his head to look at Chiba in his arms, and his brows suddenly drew tight.

At this moment, Chiba's face seemed even paler than before. Blood continued to spill from him, and the basin-sized fist-shaped depression in his chest was a horrifying sight.

What should he do? Chiba's condition was getting worse! Seeing Chiba like this, Hirohiko's heart suddenly lurched for no apparent reason. Though he did not understand Medical Ninjutsu, he had lived with Chiba for quite some time. Sometimes, when Chiba was compounding medicine, he had been "forced" to help out. Chiba also had a habit of muttering to himself whenever he had time at night to study medical knowledge. Over time, Hirohiko had picked up some basic medical knowledge. As for the more advanced and complicated things, he only remembered fragments—he could hardly be said to understand them.

And now, even with his basic medical knowledge, he could tell that Chiba was in terrible condition. Blood loss, possible internal organ damage... Although he had fallen unconscious, his face was still twisted in pain. Everything pointed to one thing: the pain Chiba was suffering was too severe to be completely shut out even in unconsciousness. One could imagine just how grave his injuries were.

Chiba was alive, but without effective treatment, he was still dead. He might even die very soon.

Calm down!

Calm down, Hirohiko! Hirohiko picked up Chiba and carefully stood up. At some point, cold sweat had begun streaming down his temples. His Three Tomoe Sharingan trembled slightly, and without realizing it, his hands had begun to shake as well.

In this situation... Chiba could not possibly travel a long distance. In other words, running away