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The battle on the front lines intensified as the ninjas of Konoha and Hidden Sand clashed. Behind the scenes, the two commanders directing the conflict were locked in a battle of wits.

The new, potent poison Chiyo had developed caused significant casualties for Konoha as soon as it was deployed. However, Princess Tsunade immediately set to work, and within a day, she had synthesized an antidote. This turned the tide back in Konoha's favor, allowing them to suppress Hidden Sand once more.

Inside a semi-circular hut made of packed sand, a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf to shield against the wind and sand sat at a table. Another middle-aged man wearing a similar headscarf walked in.

"Brother, that Princess Tsunade is truly a troublesome opponent. She has managed to neutralize every poison I've crafted!" Chiyo said, sounding rather frustrated.

Ebizo, standing to the side, pondered for a moment before saying, "Sister, we don't have the advantage on the front lines. We must resort to other methods."

"You mean..." Chiyo asked, looking at him with curiosity.

The shrewd Ebizo continued, "We must find a way to eliminate some of Konoha's elite experts to shake their morale. Ideally, we should find a way to take out Princess Tsunade!"

"Excellent! That's a great idea!" Chiyo nodded.

"Mm, I will plan this out carefully. You can rest easy, Sister!"

Tsunade had not slept for three days, remaining in her tent to concoct new antidotes. This Chiyo was a truly terrifying woman; her mastery of poisons was profound, and she produced new, lethal toxins one after another. The two of them were like martial arts masters, trading moves and counters in an endless, grueling struggle.

Tsunade sighed, gritting her teeth to persevere.

"Come on, finish this antidote!" She buried her head back into her research.

Riyue received new orders to deliver anesthetics and blood plasma to the hospital. Checking the warehouse inventory, he found that supplies were running low. Since the next shipment wouldn't arrive for three days, Riyue gathered all the remaining stock and rushed it to the hospital.

"Wow, you're fast, little brother. Is this all the plasma and anesthetic you have left?" After several deliveries, the doctor in charge of receiving supplies had become quite familiar with Riyue.

"This is everything left in the warehouse," Riyue nodded.

"Patient in bed 28 needs an urgent transfusion! Hurry!" Another doctor ran over.

"I have to go," the doctor said, grabbing the supplies and sprinting inside.

After an emergency transfusion, the wounded soldier was saved. However, the doctors remained silent. They had blood bags this time, but what about the next?

"This problem must be solved. We need to report this to Lady Tsunade first," the doctor said.

Tsunade felt a splitting headache upon receiving the news.

"Notify the transport team to speed up. Have the non-combatant personnel donate blood; that should alleviate the shortage. As for the anesthetics... they can only be used for critical surgeries," Tsunade said after a moment of thought.

"That's the only way," the doctor agreed with a nod.

The next day, non-combatant personnel were notified to go to the medical station to donate blood. After undergoing physical examinations, several hundred healthy adults gave blood. With a few hundred extra bags of plasma, the doctors felt a bit more at ease.

However, once anesthetics were reserved only for critical surgeries, the screams in the medical station never ceased, leaving the other wounded soldiers terrified.

At the Hidden Sand command post, Ebizo brought a report to Chiyo.

"Sister, this is top-secret intelligence from our mole." Ebizo handed the report to Chiyo with a faint smile.

After reading it, Chiyo smiled as well: "Tsunade ordered blood donations. That means..."

"Exactly. Konoha is running out of plasma!" Ebizo nodded.

"This is a perfect opportunity! Notify the front lines: ignore casualties for the next few days and attack with everything you have! The victory of Hidden Sand is at hand!" Chiyo stood up and issued the order.

"We must also send elite squads to harass Konoha's supply lines. They don't need to kill; they just need to use any means necessary to obstruct the transport teams!" Ebizo added.

"If we can stall the replenishment of plasma, that damned medical station will be paralyzed in a few days, and Konoha's morale will surely crumble!" Chiyo gave a cold laugh.

The next day, the Hidden Sand's assault was exceptionally fierce, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Konoha's front-line medical station, already overwhelmed, became dangerously overcrowded. As wounded soldiers were pulled from the front, doctors had no choice but to arrange them in the open space outside. Plasma and anesthetics were completely exhausted.

At the same time, Konoha's transport teams were under heavy harassment. The supply roads were destroyed by Earth and Water Style techniques, turning them into muddy, impassable quagmires filled with deep pits, boulders, and earthen spikes. Various traps were buried along the way, significantly slowing the transport teams' progress.

Tsunade was frantic upon receiving the news. If this continued, the medical station would collapse, and a breakdown in morale would be disastrous! She decided to head to the medical station personally to take command, doing her best to use various medical ninjutsu to treat patients and reduce the need for plasma and anesthetics.

Tsunade's arrival gave the Konoha ninjas a sense of security, as if her presence alone meant that no matter how severe the injury, they could be saved.

But Hidden Sand would not let her have her way. Just as the medical station was being stabilized by Tsunade's intervention, a ninja flashed in and knelt before her.

"Lady Tsunade! Urgent report from the front! The Hidden Sand commanders—Chiyo and Ebizo—have led their elite forces into battle!"

"What?!" Tsunade was shocked. If the enemy commanders and their elite forces were deployed, she had to go to the front to hold the line. She had to lead Konoha's elites into battle; ordinary ninjas could not withstand Chiyo and would simply be throwing their lives away. If they could only watch as the enemy elites harvested lives, their morale would be shattered, and the entire force would be routed.

But if she left, what would happen to the medical station? What about these wounded? Without plasma and medicine, they would die! More importantly, these wounded would lose hope, and losing hope was the most terrifying thing of all!

"Lady Tsunade, you cannot leave! The medical station cannot function without you! If you leave, it will collapse!" A doctor knelt and begged her to stay.

"Lady Tsunade, the situation at the front is dire. Please provide immediate support!" the communications ninja urged.

"This..." Tsunade was caught in a painful dilemma.

Finally, gritting her teeth, she stood up and headed for the battlefield. She could not let Hidden Sand crush the front-line troops; otherwise, even three medical stations wouldn't be enough to hold the wounded.

"My injured comrades... I am sorry..."

Watching Tsunade leave, the wounded soldiers looked dejected, their eyes filled with despair. The overcrowded medical station seemed to turn into a hellscape; here, the wounded could not be saved, and only death awaited them.

"Lady Tsunade... has she abandoned us?" a wounded soldier muttered, his face showing undisguised disappointment.

All the medical staff fell silent. A doctor slumped on the ground, slammed his hand against the floor, and couldn't help but burst into tears. "Damn it! The medical station is collapsing! We're out of plasma and medicine. These wounded could have lived, but now we can't save them! Not a single one!! Wuuu~~~"

Just then, someone stood before him. "Hey! Do you need help?"

"Hm?" The doctors were stunned.

"Hey! Do you need help?" the person asked again.

The slumped doctor looked up at the person standing before him. It was... a child.

"We desperately need help, but what can a child like you possibly do for us?" one doctor asked, bewildered.

"Me? Isn't it just a lack of plasma and anesthetics? I can solve that for you. Are you going to give up just because you hit a small snag? Are you only capable of crying and wallowing in self-pity?" The newcomer spoke confidently, his tone tinged with disdain.

"You, can you really help us? You aren't joking, are you?" the slumped doctor asked.

"I can! You're out of options anyway, so just let me try! If I fail, you won't lose anything. How will you know if it works unless you try? One attempt will tell the tale!" Riyue stood before them with his arms crossed, his small frame radiating a confident aura. In the end, Riyue decided to step in; he didn't want to watch the Konoha forces fall apart.

Adopting a "dead horse as a living horse" mentality, the group decided to give it a try. Several doctors recognized Riyue as a diligent and responsible logistics worker, so they held a glimmer of hope for his words.

Riyue immediately gathered all the medical staff and began assigning tasks.

First, he requested that the medical station dispatch a squad of guards to secure the perimeter. He didn't want any unexpected incidents while saving lives. By ensuring the safety of the surrounding area, the guard squad could handle any emergencies that might arise.

Second, he required the doctors to triage all wounded personnel, tagging them with different colored wristbands. Black for those already deceased or beyond saving; red for critical patients in life-threatening conditions requiring immediate surgery; yellow for serious injuries that needed treatment but were not immediately life-threatening; and green for minor injuries that could be handled last.

Furthermore, he organized the doctors and nurses into groups. There were seven who knew medical ninjutsu, all capable of basic healing, hemostasis, and medical techniques. Riyue split six of them into two teams of three to man the operating rooms and handle critical patients. The remaining three doctors were assigned to initial diagnosis, triage, and primary treatment.

Another three doctors and one medical ninja were tasked with treating serious patients to prevent their conditions from deteriorating. Ten nurses and one doctor handled the minor injuries, allowing those soldiers to return to the battlefield quickly after treatment. The remaining nurses cared for patients and assisted the doctors.

Next, Riyue gathered all the remaining blood bags and implemented a unified distribution system. His Shadow Clone made a trip to the prisoner-of-war camp to "borrow" quite a few blood bags from dozens of Hidden Sand captives. Since the prisoners were just sitting around anyway, losing a little blood wouldn't kill them. When Riyue emerged, the Hidden Sand captives were slumped on the ground, lacking even the strength to cry out.

Finally, Riyue opened his scroll and produced his full set of surgical equipment. He created four Shadow Clones, and together with his original body, they coordinated the work across all areas. Seeing these measures, several doctors couldn't help but give Riyue a silent thumbs-up, beginning to believe he could truly help them weather the storm.

Riyue picked up a scalpel, his hand trembling slightly. Finally, back on this table, old friend. Riyue thought with excitement, beginning his silent battle. Once he stood at the operating table, his demeanor turned incredibly stern. His sharp gaze, nimble movements, and confident tone revealed an unquestionable authority.

It was as if he had returned to the past, becoming once again a surgeon who had spent years immersed in medicine—the ruler of the operating table. Everyone else was swept up in his rhythm, subconsciously trusting his decisions and striving to coordinate with his operations.

The group quickly sprang into action. Patients with minor injuries were moved to chairs outside, and all beds were cleared for the critically wounded. Some were dissatisfied, but they were eventually "escorted" away by the guard squad. The medical station began operating at full capacity. Riyue instructed everyone to avoid using hemostasis jutsu whenever possible to conserve chakra. At the same time, he would only administer blood transfusions if a patient had lost too much, and only enough to bring their levels out of the danger zone.

"Little brother, we're out of anesthesia. This patient needs surgery on his leg."

"Coming, let me see." Riyue's Shadow Clone activated his Byakugan to scan the area, then quickly pressed several acupoints on the patient.

"Done! His leg will be numb for the next six hours. You can proceed with the surgery!"

"Little brother, his wound needs attention." Riyue's Shadow Clone walked over, pressed a few points on the patient, and the bleeding stopped. Then, Riyue began suturing the wound with astonishing speed; every stitch was applied in the manner most conducive to the patient's recovery. The doctors nearby couldn't stop praising him.

"Little brother, how is it that you perform surgery with almost no bleeding?" The original Riyue stood on a stool, operating on a critical patient, when the assistant doctor nearby couldn't help but ask.

"First, I pressed several of his acupoints to avoid unnecessary blood flow. Second, I am performing minimally invasive surgery with small incisions. Third, when I cut through blood vessels, I use chakra needles to cauterize the vessels on the wound surface, which prevents significant bleeding." This was the cauterization and hemostasis technique of the laser scalpels from his past life.

"Hemostat!" Riyue extended his right hand to the side. The Shadow Clone standing nearby, while monitoring the surgery, placed the required tool accurately into Riyue's hand the moment he reached out. The perfect coordination, exquisite technique, and brilliant methods made the medical ninja assisting with healing jutsu sigh, feeling their own medical skills were far too amateurish.

"Hm, just a fractured arm, green level. Next!" Another of Riyue's Shadow Clones carefully examined the patient's arm with his Byakugan before deactivating it.

"Little brother, you're from the Hyuga Clan, right? Where did you learn your medical skills?" The doctor nearby was extremely curious. How could such a young child possess such superb medical skills? It would be impossible without over a decade of training. It left him completely baffled.

"Uh~~~ My mother was a doctor; she taught me many things." That was all Riyue could say. He couldn't exactly tell them he had studied medicine for over a decade and worked as a surgeon for years.

The doctor was stunned. What kind of doctor could raise such a brilliant son? It was truly unimaginable. If the son was this capable, just how strong was the mother?

Under Riyue's leadership, the entire medical station's efficiency doubled, morale soared, and the standard of care improved drastically. All wounded were properly treated, yet plasma consumption remained low, and anesthetics were no longer needed. The medical station had been restored!

A person hiding in the corner felt extremely anxious. Damn it! There was no plasma or medicine left, and the number of wounded had tripled, yet the medical station didn't collapse—it became even more efficient! What exactly did that kid do? If this continues, the Hidden Sand ninjas who sacrificed themselves on the front lines will have died in vain!

That kid... must die!