Naruto: Passerby and Returnee

Chapter 303 (Chapter Match)

"Girl, don't be afraid, we're all good people."

"Brother...I want my brother! Where did my brother go?"

Gentle coaxing and persuasion may not be very effective for patients with mental disorders. When the little girl woke up and found that her surroundings had no familiar feel, she immediately shrank into a corner and screamed at everyone who tried to approach her.

"What kind of trouble is this? They're giving us problems every day."

"The girl didn't want to become like this, so just bear with it."

"Why don't we ask her what her brother looks like? At least we can calm her down first."

"His brother has been gone for who knows how long. Even if we ask the intelligence department, they might not be able to get the information, right?"

The above dialogue took place in the newly built hospital campus, which was also the latest attempt by Shisui, the new Minister of Medical Affairs, after taking office. Due to the chronic shortage of medical resources in the ninja village, and the extremely high demands of war, the model of the ninja village hospital is completely different from that of traditional clinics.

In terms of training doctors, both sides involve teachers guiding students, but traditional medical clinics don't have dedicated teachers to provide guidance, and basic courses all depend on individual aptitude. While the six-year basic course in the Ninja Village isn't taught in detail, it crams the most important physiology into everyone in a rote manner, which allows for a faster selection of students suitable for the profession and who can pursue further studies.

In routine treatment, while doctors in traditional clinics are relatively versatile, their skill level greatly influences the final outcome, with fluctuating results. The Ninja Village Hospital, however, has developed a comprehensive treatment plan for common diseases and categorized them into different subcategories, naturally leading to the emergence of specialist doctors. A person's energy is limited; a specialist who dedicates their life to learning a specific type of disease will undoubtedly outperform general practitioners in treating that disease. Hospitals exist to bring together different specialists, thereby improving overall treatment efficiency.

This new hospital was modeled after the ninja village hospitals, and it not only had ninja doctors but also many traditional doctors recruited from the general public. Convincing the older generation to abandon their ancestral practices and adopt this new model was no easy task, so Shisui focused his persuasion efforts on the younger successors of these senior figures. Young people are always more receptive to new changes, and they also have the courage to try new things. Once the hospital opened and the successors began treating patients, even the older generation, no matter how much they disliked the doctors, had to lend a hand to avoid tarnishing their reputation.

Therefore, letting Zhishui enter the medical industry was indeed the right choice. After seeing the world, Zhishui had a firm grasp on people's hearts and human nature, and had also thoroughly investigated and recorded medical resources. He could see the powerful energy he had accumulated from the very beginning.

For a long time, mental illnesses were neither taken seriously nor accurately defined. Most people still viewed mental breakdowns as superstitions and opted for mystical treatments. Therefore, the psychiatric department was the least busy department in hospitals after they opened. The results of going out to find patients are obviously different from waiting patiently in one place. Before public education on mental health was complete, it was difficult for them to get busy. When a patient finally arrived, everyone had to work together to cure them.

However, the patient is not cooperating much right now, which is really strange. Why did she seem so normal when the Golden Wheel Monk was around?

"...How about we try to become someone she knows?"

"You don't mean to become Lord Golden Wheel, do you?"

"Otherwise what? What do we know besides her name and that she has an older brother?"

"...I can't even imagine what I'll look like. If you want to change, then you change."

"I've already given my suggestions, you can't just do nothing, can you?"

A group of people shoved and jostled, finally pushing the cheerful and unlucky Thousand-Handed fellow to complete this arduous task. Strangely enough, when the Golden Wheel Lord was present, simply standing by and doing nothing was enough for the patient's condition to remain stable. But with the transformed "Golden Wheel," constant verbal guidance and partial physical contact were needed to barely stabilize him. Could it be a matter of different auras? I wonder if requesting a clone of the Golden Wheel Lord to assist in the treatment from headquarters would be approved...

"Little sister, you're finally awake! I was so worried you wouldn't wake up." The proprietress, who had changed into a neighborly outfit at some point, came in carrying a food box. Seeing the girl standing in the corner, she didn't approach but simply put the food down and spoke in a very...surprised tone.

"..." The girl remained silent, only watching her warily from the corner.

"Oh, are you hungry? I brought some food. Look..." The proprietress opened the food box, picked up the top plate of snacks, and ate a piece on the spot. "This is freshly baked steamed rice cake. It has to be eaten while it's hot. Have some to fill your stomach."

The girl remained silent, but her gaze slowly shifted from the proprietress to the pastries; she did indeed look extremely hungry.

The landlady's amiable facade remained flawless. Inwardly, she sneered at how easily the young girl could be fooled, but outwardly she offered only words of concern, concocting a righteous little story of intervening in injustice. Naruto was utterly astonished by her shamelessness, and for a moment dared not utter a word, nor even look up, for fear of appearing foolish.

Although he had gathered intelligence on the situation, it was impossible to be thorough. His focus was on the large-scale human trafficking chain, and he was completely unaware of how terrifying the brainwashing of individuals could be. If he were truly a sixteen-year-old girl, in a state of extreme panic, he might actually have believed it!

Seeing that the girl was uncooperative, the proprietress did not force her, but left the food and left herself.

To be honest, the food in the box smelled pretty good, but the clone couldn't eat it, so it all ended up going to the main body. Eating it represented the first step of taming; he couldn't just leave it uneaten or throw it away, could he? Wasting food is shameful!

Having settled this matter, Naruto tried to push the door open and found that it was actually open and unlocked. The people he thought were watching him were actually several girls younger than sixteen years old. They were crouching under the window trying to look inside, and Naruto caught them red-handed when he opened the door.

"Wow, it's a new older sister!" A little girl who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old ran over excitedly to greet him, tugging at Naruto's long sleeve and circling around him. "Older sister is so pretty!"

For the first time, Naruto realized that even his language module could fail to load. He crouched down and tried to talk to the children calmly, gleaning a more cruel truth from their innocent words.

"My aunt said that it was the Buddha Mother's compassion that saved us, and that we had to go to the Buddha Mother to repay her kindness before we could go home. Otherwise, we would be taken away again if we went out."

"Buddha Mother?" Does that refer to the object enshrined in the largest temple in the city? Religion and criminals truly have countless inextricable ties. And to what extent should one repay a debt of gratitude? That's entirely up to these people! It would be a miracle if children developed normal values ​​after being deceived like this.

These beasts deserve to be humanely exterminated; they don't even deserve to have their souls left behind!