Tap, tap, tap...

Seimei quickly arrived near the field hospital at the camp.

Before he even got close, he heard waves of agonized groans filling the air.

His steps paused slightly, then he continued forward.

Turning a corner, he saw injured individuals sprawled across the ground. The groans he had just heard came from them.

At that moment, dozens of medical ninjas in white uniforms moved among the wounded, dressing wounds and treating injuries.

As for why they were lying on the ground instead of being treated inside the hospital?

The reason was simple: there weren't enough beds inside. Only the critically injured could be admitted first.

In a way, being able to lie here was a sign of luck.

Seimei was taking in the scene before him when a medical ninja suddenly approached him and said, "You're Seimei, the jonin, correct?"

Hearing this, Seimei glanced at the person.

Judging by their chakra level, this ninja was likely a special jonin.

With such strength, they must hold a significant position among the medical staff.

He nodded slightly and responded, "That's me. And you are?"

Relieved, the ninja introduced himself, "I'm Ishichangpu, captain of the Third Medical Unit. Captain Nara has already informed me about your situation. Please, this way."

As he spoke, Ishichangpu gestured for Seimei to follow him.

Seimei walked behind him, weaving past the injured on the ground and heading straight into the hospital.

Inside, one could see patients in critical condition lying in each ward. Some were barely alive, others unconscious, and some were missing limbs altogether.

The situation was grim.

Seimei realized that even if these individuals were all healed, many would inevitably be forced to retire due to their injuries.

From a purely pragmatic perspective, he and the other medical ninjas should prioritize treating those with lighter injuries to maintain the fighting strength of the team.

But they couldn't do that, and Captain Nara wouldn't allow it either.

Even if treating these critically injured individuals brought minimal benefit, they had to be the highest priority.

The reason was simple: no one could guarantee their own survival until the war ended.

With so many watching, abandoning or half-heartedly treating these gravely injured soldiers would make others fear for their own futures.

Morale might be intangible, but it profoundly affects everyone.

If, in the battles to come, everyone only looked out for themselves and gave minimal effort, no matter how strong they appeared on paper, they would never defeat the enemy.

Thus, they not only had to treat these critically injured but also do so with all their might.

It was akin to paying a high price for reputation—once everyone knew they wouldn't be abandoned, they would fight with determination, and the war effort would progress more smoothly.

These thoughts flashed through Seimei's mind as Ishichangpu led him on a quick tour of the critically injured wards.

After gaining a general understanding of the patients' conditions, Seimei chose a few within his capabilities to treat.

Yes, within his capabilities.

His medical skills relied on a high mastery of techniques like the Mystical Palm Technique, Chakra Scalpel, and Delicate Illness Extraction Technique.

For typical critical injuries, he could achieve remarkable results.

But when it came to complex and rare conditions, he couldn't match the expertise of professional medical ninjas.

So, he selected patients who appeared to be severely injured but whose conditions weren't overly complicated.

This ensured efficiency and allowed him to maximize his abilities.

Ishichangpu had no objections to his choices.

After all, while they were experienced, treating such injuries often required multiple people working together, along with carving sealing arrays.

With Seimei taking over these patients, it freed up resources to save more lives.

After dividing tasks, the two parted ways.

Seimei stepped into the nearest ward.

Inside lay a teenage boy, about 15 or 16 years old, with severe burns covering much of his body—a clear result of a fire-style ninjutsu.

Additionally, his chest, abdomen, and side were punctured by kunai wounds, with some gashes still bleeding through the bandages.

Given these injuries, the fact that he was still alive was a testament to sheer luck.

Without wasting time, Seimei briefly examined the boy's wounds and cross-checked them with the preliminary report. Finding no major discrepancies, he began treatment.

Starting with the puncture wounds, Seimei used his Chakra Scalpel to cut away the bandages.

Ignoring the blood flowing from the injuries, he formed seals and cast Delicate Illness Extraction Technique to assess internal damage.

This technique wasn't limited to detecting or removing toxins; at higher levels, it allowed the user to sense the state of the patient's internal organs.

For example, at level 6.

With the technique active, Seimei could precisely evaluate the damage inflicted by the kunai stabs.

Though his healing methods were known for being direct and forceful, diagnosing the problem accurately was still crucial.

At the very least, it saved a considerable amount of chakra.

Soon, he finished his assessment.

After pondering briefly, he devised a treatment plan.

Once confirmed, he immediately began his work.

With a level 7 Chakra Scalpel, he swiftly excised the necrotic tissue around the wounds.

Then, using the Delicate Illness Extraction Technique again, he meticulously removed any residual debris and impurities.

After thoroughly cleaning the wounds, Seimei wasted no time activating the Mystical Palm Technique, infusing a large amount of Yang Release chakra.

This chakra stimulated the regeneration of tissue and organs around the wounds.

At level 9, the technique was perfected, delivering near-instantaneous results.

As soon as his palm made contact, the damaged flesh began regenerating visibly.

In no time, the wound on the boy's abdomen healed.

Though the new tissue appeared tender, it was nonetheless restored.

Satisfied, Seimei nodded and proceeded to treat the next wound, then the next, and so on.

By the time he finished treating all the boy's wounds, an hour had passed.

As for the external burns, those could be handled by others—there was no need for him to personally address them.

Looking at the boy, whose breathing had steadied, Seimei exhaled deeply.

Though such precision work wasn't challenging for someone who had honed several medical jutsus to a high level, pulling someone back from the brink of death was still mentally taxing.

However, with his mastery level system, his efforts were always rewarded.

In just this one hour, his Chakra Scalpel and Delicate Illness Extraction Technique each gained over 300 proficiency points.

The speed of improvement was more than double that of simple practice.

Satisfied, Seimei called for others to handle the finishing touches and moved on to the next ward.