"Ah!!!"
The sand shinobi who had still been lost in wild thoughts suddenly let out a scream. Absentmindedly, he had instinctively cried out when the alcohol touched his wound. The sound was so terrifying and miserable that everyone nearby turned to look.
The Medical Ninja found it unbelievable, while the other injured people went pale. Was it really that scary?
"What are you doing? You're a grown man, and you can't even endure this little bit of pain?"
Mei Terumi's pretty face immediately darkened. She was treating his wound—did he have to scream so miserably? This was only a minor injury, all right?
"No, no, sorry, I was just a little..."
The sand shinobi's face instantly turned red with embarrassment. He had cried out purely on instinct just now. In truth, this kind of pain was perfectly bearable.
For ordinary injuries, anesthetics were generally not used during treatment, because there was simply no need. What shinobi did not get injured?
If they needed anesthetics for every tiny wound, they would become a laughingstock.
Because he had been distracted, he instinctively screamed when the alcohol stung his wound. Under everyone's barely concealed amused gazes, he wished he could crawl into a hole. Mei Terumi's displeasure only made him feel even more humiliated.
"Your attitude!!!"
Tsunade, who was sitting to the side with one leg crossed over the other as she drank tea, turned around and reminded Mei Terumi:
"You're a member of my Medical Department now, not the Hokage's guard. Remember your duties and rein in that attitude. Right now, you're just an ordinary member of the Medical Department, not the Hokage's guard."
"..."
Mei Terumi's face immediately filled with black lines. She did not understand what her attitude had to do with her training.
"Your voice needs to be gentle.