Choosing a Medical Team / Developing the Spirit-Particle Suturing Technique

The incident that happened three hundred years ago was just a trivial matter to him, and there was no need to remember it at all.

Kuroto gripped the knife tightly with both hands, his eyes blazing with fury.

There's a limit to looking down on others!

You bastard! I cultivated for three hundred years for you, and you've forgotten all about me?!

Chapter 190: Choosing a Medical Team

Kuroto's face was contorted with rage as he gritted his the Rage and said, "Don't play dumb with me! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been imprisoned in Hell for three hundred years! Pretending not to recognize me now? Too late! If you had taken me out back then, none of this would have happened!"

Seeing Kuroto's excited expression, Yamabuki Chidori rubbed her head. It seemed there was indeed such a thing, but it had been so long that she couldn't remember it anymore. Looking at Kuroto's exasperated state, Yamabuki Chidori chuckled and said, "Don't be anxious, sit down and have a cup of tea! If you have any difficulties, tell me, and I will definitely help you. I love helping others the most."

Katoru Hatsunoya barely managed to suppress his laughter. His own sister called Yamabuki Chidori "the Vampire among the Vampire," which gave him an idea of how ruthless his subordinates saw him.

"Are you telling the truth? Then release me from Hell. Don't worry, I will never seek revenge after I get out!" Kuroto said excitedly. He didn't want to suffer in Hell any longer.

Once you're in Hell, no matter how strong you are, you can't escape the pursuit of Hell Skeleton Monster. These Hell Skeleton Monster represent the will of Hell, and even though Kuroto has cultivated in Hell for three hundred years, he still can't contend with Hell Skeleton Monster.

Therefore, for the past three hundred years, he has lived in constant fear, afraid that the moment he opens his eyes, a Hell Skeleton Monster will appear in front of him, opening its bloody maw to devour him. If he were to die like that, that would be one thing, but the most crucial thing is that one cannot die in Hell. No matter how gruesome the death, one can be fully resurrected and then continue to be tortured. Kuroto is considered to be a person with relatively strong willpower, and he has lived in Hell for three hundred years without suffering a mental breakdown.

In Hell, many souls are tortured to the point of losing consciousness, left to be tormented by Hell, completely losing their ability to resist.

"So it seems that Hell isn't so terrible after all!" Katoru Hatsunoya said softly, as this was completely different from the Hell she had imagined.

"So what kind of Hell do you imagine?" Yamabuki Chidori asked in return.

The Grim Reaper is very familiar with the Three Realms, but Hell is separate from the Three Realms and existed long before the Soul King created the Three Realms. Therefore, the Grim Reaper only knows that Hell exists, but does not know what Hell is like.

"More bloody, more desperate, more terrifying," said Katoru Hatsunoya.

"Hey! Answer me! Are you going to take me away from this godforsaken place or not?" Kuroto roared, pointing his sword at Yamabuki Chidori.

"No, watching you suffer in Hell is quite interesting. I'm starting to remember who you are!" Yamabuki Chidori said with a smile.

Kuroto slashed down without hesitation, but Yamabuki Chidori easily deflected it; the two were simply incomparable in strength.

It's like an ant using its mouthparts to challenge a heavily armored land tank—courageous, but that's all it is.

"Impossible, impossible! I've cultivated for three hundred years, how could I be inferior to you?" As Kuroto swung his blade for the third time, Yamabuki Chidori felt a little annoyed.

game over.

"Snap!"

The blade in Kuroto's hand was instantly crushed into iron powder, which scattered throughout the dim space of Hell.

"Besides, I don't have time to play with you right now!" With a light Yamabuki Chidori fingertip, the Kuroto's body instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Well? We've seen Hell now, can we go back? If you really do go to Hell in the future, I'll build you a little house Hell, and when I have time, I'll bring Unohana and everyone else to come and see you, okay?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.

Katoru Hatsunoya rolled his eyes. "I'm about to have surgery, can't you say something nice? Alright, go back!"

Yamabuki Chidori led Katoru Hatsunoya to the place where the Hell Gate opened. Just as the two were about to leave through the Hell Gate, the Kuroto's voice came from behind them again. "Don't go! Don't go! Take me out! I know I was wrong. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and be a good person after I get out. I'll even be willing to be reincarnated. Please, take me out!"

Kuroto pleaded as he lunged forward, "No matter how many sins I've committed, three hundred years should be enough time to atone for them, right? Take me away!"

Yamabuki Chidori felt extremely annoyed just looking at this person. Atonement? There are sins that can never be atoned. With a flick of her finger, countless Hell Chains flew out and wrapped around the Kuroto's body, dragging him into the depths of Hell.

"Yamabuki Chidori!!!! I will never forget you. You wait, one day I will find a way to escape Hell, and that will be your end! You just wait!!!!"

A moment later, the Kuroto's voice completely disappeared, Yamabuki Chidori returned to Soul Society with Katoru Hatsunoya.

"For the next three days, all you need to do is eat well, sleep well, and keep a good mood. Leave everything else to us," said Yamabuki Chidori.

"This is all I can do. So be it! I'll leave it to you." Katoru Hatsunoya appeared calm, seemingly unconcerned about his own life or death.

Yamabuki Chidori began researching how to complete the craniotomy, even inviting Tenjirō Kirinji. The two discussed it for a long time without finding a solution.

While the Bone Hell and the Blood Pool Hell are wondrous, their effectiveness in this situation is limited.

"Didn't you claim that no one in Soul Society has better medical skills than you? Can't you think of a better solution?" Yamabuki Chidori shook Tenjirō Kirinji's shoulder.

"You're the one who's being rude to me. You're the best doctor everyone knows right now. Don't you have any ideas?" Tenjirō Kirinji asked.

Even the two of them weren't entirely confident in their ability to open up a person's brain and remove a hematoma from the extremely delicate brain tissue.

In the afternoon, Unohana also returned, and the three people with the highest medical skills in Soul Society discussed the matter until dark, but they still couldn't reach a conclusion.

The chances of success aren't nonexistent, they're just extremely low.

There's only a 30% chance of success with Yamabuki Chidori; if you use Unohana instead, the chance is even lower, no more than 20%.

After seeing off Tenjirō Kirinji, Yamabuki Chidori looked worried. She lay in bed with Unohana, looking at the stars through the window.

The human brain is strange. Sometimes, the more you try to concentrate, the less you can concentrate. As soon as Yamabuki Chidori closed her eyes, many recent events flashed through her mind. Among them, the most important event was the Quincy incident reported by Ukitake.

"A bunch of little Karami! Without Yhwach, they're just a bunch of Younger Brother." Yamabuki Chidori muttered to himself, then suddenly, something occurred to him.

Wait, Quincy? Controlling Reishi? I've got a way.

Chapter 191: Development, Spirit Particle Suture Technique

Suddenly, Yamabuki Chidori remembered her ability to control Reishi.

Although this ability was originally Quincy technique, his control over Reishi is absolutely at the level of a grandmaster.

It can be said that, looking across the Three Realms, no one has a greater control over Reiko than he does.

He had always thought about how to use this ability to kill people, but he had never thought about how to use it to save people.

"What's wrong? Why are you so startled? Have you thought of a useful method?" Unohana knew her husband very well. After all, they had lived together for over three hundred years, and they knew each other even better than they knew themselves.

"That's right, there is indeed a way, but it's just a guess right now." Yamabuki Chidori's eyes gleamed with an unusual light, like a hungry wolf in the darkness.

"We can talk about it tomorrow, we've had a long day..." Unohana wanted to persuade her husband to rest, but Yamabuki Chidori jumped up and hurriedly walked towards the Fourth Division. Unohana had no choice but to put on an overcoat and chase after him.

The couple arrived at the Fourth Division one after the other. Yamabuki Chidori found a fish from somewhere and placed it on the table to study it.

Unohana didn't dare disturb him and could only watch quietly from behind.

Yamabuki Chidori stretched out her finger and gently slid it across the fish's belly, instantly creating a wound. Yamabuki Chidori then extended her hand and began to condense Reishi in the air.

Finally, these Reishi condensed into extremely fine threads, invisible to the naked eye. Yamabuki Chidori planned to use these incredibly fine Spirit Particle Threads to stitch up the wounds on the fish's body.

He remembered watching a movie a long, long time ago, when he was still human. A scientist injected nanorobots into a person's body. Whenever the test subject was injured, the nanorobots would stitch up the wound at the fastest speed, just like a virtual Super Regeneration.

Everything in Soul Society is made of Reishi, and when you use threads formed from these Reishi to stitch up your wounds, the stitched wounds won't even leave a scar.

Similarly, these Spirit Particle Threads could also be used as a scalpel to Katoru Hatsunoya's head.

The accuracy is precise down to the Reishi level.

From a scientific perspective, this means that when removing a tumor, not even a single atom will be cut incorrectly; all diseased cells will be precisely removed without harming the patient's body.

"I really am a genius!" Yamabuki Chidori took a deep breath and began to control the Spirit Particle Threads to suture the wound on the fish's belly.

The ideal is wonderful, but it's not as simple as you imagine when you actually try to implement it.

First, there's the operational difficulty. The more minute the detail, the harder it is to control. A normal human being can easily pick up a glass of water with their hand, but is it possible for them to pinch an atom between two fingers?

Now, Yamabuki Chidori's ability to control Reishi is so great that he can easily conjure a nuclear bomb with his bare hands, but asking him to stitch up a wound in the smallest unit is quite difficult.

First of all, because the silk thread was so thin that it was invisible to the naked eye and had no real tactile sensation, everything depended on the perception and control of Reiko. It took Yamabuki Chidori half an hour to perfectly suture the wound, which was only an inch long.

After the minimally invasive surgery was over, Yamabuki Chidori was covered in sweat from nervousness, but her eyes were shining – it was a success.

This means that one's ideas can be put into practice.

If I were to perform the surgery using this method, the success rate would be almost 100%.

I can control the Spirit Particle Threads and cut out the blood tumor in Katoru Hatsunoya's brain bit by bit, using Reishi as units. Then I can control these excised Reishi to leave the host's body one by one. This will be a huge project, just like a person holding a shovel preparing to dismantle the Great Wall.

"Have some water and rest for a bit?" Unohana handed over a cup of tea that had gone cold. Yamabuki Chidori drank it all in one gulp, then drew her knife and cut another wound on the fish's belly.

Over the next three days, he would make the most of every minute to familiarize himself with the Spirit Particle Suture Technique, honing it to its peak before the surgery.

As for the fish in front of us...

Brother Yu, don't worry. If you die in the next three days, it will be my fault. Thank you for your contributions to medicine. I will always remember you.

The fish's mouth is opening and closing; it's most likely cursing.

Unfortunately, I am currently the only person in Soul Society who can control Reishi. If I retire one day, this unique skill will be lost.

Three days passed very quickly.

In the past three days, Yamabuki Chidori has mastered multi-thread operation, controlling hundreds of Spirit Particle Threads to simultaneously suture and repair wounds, greatly improving efficiency.

However, manipulating hundreds of threads at the same time is extremely mentally taxing. If it weren't for Yamabuki Chidori's own strength, her CPU might have burned out.

It was already 12:30 a. m., and he would go to perform surgery on Katoru Hatsunoya as soon as it was light.

He hadn't slept a wink for the three days and three nights prior to this.

Yamabuki Chidori hugged his wife's leg and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake me up an hour before the surgery begins." After leaving these words, Yamabuki Chidori entered a deep sleep to replenish her mental energy.

On the day of the surgery, countless people came; the entire 8th Division was present, completely surrounding the Fourth Division.

They were all very worried about their team Captain's health.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud suddenly sounded, and when everyone turned around, they saw that Captain Commander Yamamoto had somehow appeared behind the crowd.

"What kind of scene is this! Don't you all have work to do right now? Get back to your posts, Kyoraku, you can stay here by yourself," the Captain Commander scolded.

Although he could understand that the team members were worried about Katoru Hatsunoya, they really couldn't help at all by staying here, and might even cause more trouble.

It would be better to simply assert the authority of the Captain Commander and get these people back to their posts.

The members of the 8th Division dared not disobey the Captain Commander's orders, and one by one they left listlessly, until only Kyoraku remained.

Even the usually carefree Shunsui Kyōraku showed signs of anxiety.

"Why hasn't the Teacher arrived yet?" Shunsui Kyōraku asked in a low voice. "Where's Captain Unohana? Quickly, have Captain Unohana go and urge her!"

"Captain Unohana isn't here either," Kamishirokawa. "I guess those two overslept."

Only the Captain Commander sat there calmly. Although Yamabuki is usually unreliable, he is the most dependable in critical moments, so there's no need to worry.

Chapter 192: The Surgery Begins

Just because Captain Commander Yamamoto can hold his position doesn't mean others can. At this time, Shunsui Kyōraku was still a young man, far from the composure and maturity of middle age. After waiting and waiting for Yamabuki Chidori to appear, he took Senbu and went directly to Yamabuki Chidori's house. Without knocking, he barged in.

"Teacher? Are you there? Teacher? The surgery is about to start!" Shunsui Kyōraku asked softly. Senbu noticed that the bedroom door was ajar. She gently pushed it open and saw that Yamabuki Chidori was sleeping on Unohana's lap.

Just as Senbu was about to wake Yamabuki Chidori, Unohana quickly covered her lips, telling her not to speak.

Shunsui Kyōraku soon witnessed this scene as well. Even if he didn't trust this usually unreliable Teacher, he would still believe Unohana.

"Captain Unohana, what is this...?" Shunsui Kyōraku lowered her voice, but she didn't expect that such a soft sound would still wake up Yamabuki Chidori.

I slightly opened my eyes; the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling. Was it dawn?

"How much longer?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.

"One hour and fifteen minutes," Unohana said gently. "You can sleep for another fifteen minutes."

"Senbu and Kyoraku are here too? Don't rush, let me sleep for another fifteen minutes. I usually wake up early when there's nothing to do, but now, even though I have important things to do, I can't seem to get enough sleep." Yamabuki Chidori said as she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Shunsui Kyōraku and Senbu had no choice but to wait here for another fifteen minutes. Unohana gently smoothed Yamabuki Chidori's hair with her hand.

Fifteen minutes later, as if a timer had been installed inside her, Yamabuki Chidori opened her eyes immediately.

"Teacher, why aren't you worried?" Shunsui Kyōraku asked softly.

"What's the use of being anxious? If being anxious could solve the problem, I'd be willing to die of anxiety." Yamabuki Chidori took out her family's chilled Wine and took two sips.

Senbu asked stiffly, "Drinking before surgery, isn't that a bad idea?"

"You can rest assured, I'll tell you a trade secret today: there's no alcohol in the Wine my family makes, so you can drink as much as you want! How about that?" Yamabuki Chidori said smugly.

None of that matters now, right? What matters is my sister's surgery, isn't it?

Yamabuki Chidori patted her cheeks, then immersed her hands in ice water to bring herself to peak mental condition.

"Alright, let's go!" Yamabuki Chidori took a deep breath. Shikaguchi Katoru Hatsunoya, you will be my first Lab Mouse. Don't worry, even if the surgery fails and you Hell, I will chase you to Hell to continue the surgery until it succeeds.

A Fourth Division. Seeing the Captain Commander there, Yamabuki Chidori smiled. The Old Man always said he was ruthless and could sacrifice anyone to protect Soul Society, but his old friend Bledsoe still came in person, didn't he?