Tamura Hiroshi finally woke up after a good sleep—or rather, after being unconscious from his serious injuries for a long while. He had been jolted awake by the pain.
"Teacher!"
His eyes shifted, and he soon saw a pair of magnificent mountains, even blocking part of her face. It was none other than his own Teacher Fat Sheep.
"Don't move. It'll be done soon. It took me no small effort to pick this liver out from that mountain of corpses."
Tsunade casually said this and continued the surgery.
"Teacher, did you forget to use anesthesia?"
After a moment of silence, Tamura Hiroshi could not help asking.
He had thought he would sleep until he woke naturally. Who would have expected to be woken by pain?
"You were unconscious. Why would I give you anesthesia?"
Tsunade's response was perfectly righteous, leaving Tamura Hiroshi unable to find an excuse to argue.
In the end, he could only lie there and let Teacher Fat Sheep do as she pleased.
Fortunately, Teacher Fat Sheep worked efficiently. It did not take long for her to complete the liver transplant.
"Use this liver for now. You may have some rejection, but with your constitution, lasting a month won't be a problem. I used your liver cells to culture a liver. It should take about a month to mature, and then I'll transplant it into you. It won't be as good as your original liver, but at least there won't be any rejection."
Tsunade removed her bloodstained gloves and explained the liver-culturing process.
This time, they had been lucky. A relatively large fragment of liver still contained viable cells. Using it as a foundation, she could induce and cultivate a new liver.
Although a liver cultivated this way would consume some of the cells' remaining division capacity,