As long as you're pretty, you can repay a lifesaving debt with your body (crossed out), or meals

The emergency lobby of Konoha Hospital was brightly lit.

The nurse on duty was dozing at the reception desk when she suddenly heard someone violently kick open the main doors.

Crash!

The two glass doors slammed against the walls with a screech, almost shattering.

The nurse nearly jumped out of her chair in fright. Before she could lose her temper, a dark figure came flying toward her.

Thump! That "thing" landed heavily on the reception desk, making the pen holder and registration book bounce several times.

The nurse took a closer look and nearly fainted.

That was no thing. It was a living person, a bloody mess of flesh.

Gekko Hayate's face was as pale as paper, his chest caved in. He was breathing out but not in, looking only a breath away from death.

"Hey, you've got a customer."

Son Goten dusted off his hands and swaggered inside.

He had a toothpick between his lips, pilfered from who knew where, and looked thoroughly impatient.

"This sickly guy nearly croaked on the way. Hurry up and drag him in for repairs. He should still work."

Only then did the nurse react, screaming for a doctor.

A group of people in white coats rushed out with a gurney, scrambled to lift Hayate onto it, and raced into the Emergency Room.

The red light above the operating room came on.

Son Goten didn't leave either. He stretched out on a bench in the corridor and casually grabbed an apple from a nearby fruit basket.

A little over half an hour passed.

Hurried footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor.

Son Goten lazily lifted his eyelids.

An Anbu ninja wearing a mask came rushing over.

Although a patterned porcelain mask covered her face, there was no hiding her signature long purple hair