Moriyue stood before the operating table, wearing disposable rubber gloves he had no idea where he had gotten. Konan stood behind him, while Nagato lay unconscious on the table.
By the time he arrived in Amegakure, Nagato and the others had been waiting for quite some time. The information in Konan's mind was still the method Moriyue had planted during their previous battle. He had thought it might prove useful someday, but he hadn't expected its first use to be for delivering a message.
Treating Nagato's chronic condition was no simple matter. Even though Nagato was stubborn and, before losing consciousness, had still been thinking of attacking Naruto and extracting the Tailed Beast, the fact that he had held on until now was already impressive.
What Moriyue had to do was simple. He had dissected plenty of strange things before, large and small. Nagato's physical condition was terrible, but even so, the foreign objects left inside his body had to be removed.
The operation was about to begin. They had chosen a very secluded location. The rain outside was not particularly loud, but Konan's tense face made her anxiety obvious.
But neither Nagato nor Konan knew one thing: Moriyue had no idea how to perform surgery. If dissecting tentacles and slimes counted as surgery, then he had indeed performed quite a few operations. In truth, he merely knew the human body very well.
Judging by professional medical standards, this operation would definitely be brutal. This lead surgeon was clearly practicing medicine without a license. Just reading the description of his procedure would be enough for even the kindest judge to sentence him to immediate execution.
This "attending physician" was quite skilled at modification and mutation. Installing a few extra heads on Nagato would not have been a problem, but saving