Chapter 103 Call Me a Pharmacist or a Doctor, the Strange Uchiha Boy (Asking for a Monthly Ticket!!)
When Uchiha Sifang walked into the shelter, he had only one impression of the scene in front of him.
Tragic! Weird!
"Ah! Ahhhh!"
"No! Don't come over!!"
Uchiha Sifang walked in the corridor with a stiff face, filled with shrill screams coming from both sides.
No, perhaps, wails full of fear.
Countless beds were lined up on both sides of the corridor, one on the left and one on the right. On each bed, there was a person tied up tightly with straps, struggling madly with a distorted face because of fear.
Uchiha Sifang felt like a struggling, wailing and screaming evil spirit crawling out of the abyss, trying to grab his body.
The roar filled with fear and despair can only make people feel cold and creepy.
"This, what's going on..."
Looking at the dozen Uchiha clan members tied to the bed with twisted and hideous faces, Uchiha Sifang gritted his teeth and said, "I understand how the old woman Mito lost control."
As far as he knew, all of them had inhaled poison gas to some extent, but they still didn't know what the principle of the poison was.
In order to prevent those poisoned people from self-harming out of fear, they can only be temporarily tied to the bed.
"Clan leader!"
An Uchiha ninja ran over in panic, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and whispered in Uchiha Sifang's ear: "A clan member who absorbed a very small amount of toxins has awakened! But..."
"One of them with poor qualifications actually opened his eyes for no reason, and the other opened the two magatama, and his pupil power became stronger!"
"What?"
Hearing this, Uchiha Sifang suddenly widened his eyes, and messy thoughts flowed in his mind instantly.
And he quickly thought of the principle of Uchiha's eye opening.
The whole Konoha knows that the difficulty of opening the Sharingan is far greater than the Byakugan.
If the Byakugan focuses more on assistance and strategy, the Sharingan represents strength and power.
The evaluation of the Sharingan in the ninja world is very clear. If you encounter a Sharingan ninja from the Uchiha clan, you must flee in a one-on-one battle.
This sentence means that there is no chance of winning in a one-on-one battle with a ninja from the Uchiha clan.
Because the opening of the Sharingan not only means a significant increase in dynamic vision, but also allows the use of more powerful visual illusions.
The premise of the Uchiha clan opening their eyes, in addition to the necessary talent requirements, also requires strong emotional stimulation.
When the Uchiha clan members lose their important love or feel pain for their own frustration, special chakra will surge in their brains, acting on the veins to change their eyes.
The stronger the emotional fluctuations, the more obvious the increase in pupil power.
So the Sharingan is called "the eye that reflects the soul".
"What on earth did they see? Did they open their eyes and become stronger because of fear?"
Uchiha Sifang muttered to himself, a hint of joy rose on his face for a moment, but soon froze on his face, and his expression gradually became uncertain.
"Quick! This matter must be kept strictly confidential!"
He turned his head to look at the Uchiha ninja next to him, and said in a low voice with an extremely serious expression: "Go and record the changes of those tribesmen after they woke up!"
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At the same time, at the innermost part of the shelter.
A black-haired boy was lying on the bed, not noisy like others, just lying there quietly.
Soon, his eyelids moved slightly, and he woke up from a long dream. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling quietly, and two tear marks slowly crossed his face.
But there was no joy or sadness on that face, only a thoughtful look.
"Are you actually in the shelter? I thought you would die." He muttered to himself.
His body and legs were wrapped in bandages, and the dark red blood flowing out from the bandages showed the amount of bleeding.
But the most dangerous wound should be the left neck, but that wound has been perfectly sutured, and it has also been covered with medicine and gauze for protection, which shows that it is a very advanced medical method.
"..."
He turned his head to look at his bedside, where a chair was placed, with some wrinkles and a faint fragrance.
At this moment, a figure walked straight over.
"Awake? Or..."
The woman sat on the chair beside the boy's bed, her legs tilted slightly, and she placed the thick book on her legs, smiling at the boy: "Awake by a nightmare?"
The black-haired boy glanced at her and casually said: "Why do you ask?"
"If you have a nightmare, the human brain will secrete hormones." The woman smiled and pointed at him and said, "It will make people overly awake, and then you look like this."
The black-haired boy's eyes were withdrawn very smoothly, and he lay quietly on the bed without any ripples on his face, and asked: "What time is it now?"
"You seem to care about time?"
The woman did not care about his indifference, but just smiled and turned over the book on her legs, and answered truthfully: "Around four o'clock in the afternoon, how do you feel?"
"..." The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, looking at the ceiling and said calmly, "It's just a minor injury."
However, a sharp pain suddenly spread from his chest, and his cold little face wrinkled into a ball.
"Minor injury? In addition to your face, your stubbornness also has a bit of the flavor of the Uchiha clan."
It turned out that the woman stretched out her finger to poke his injured chest, and said with a half-smile in the boy's dissatisfied eyes: "The liver, lungs, ribs, and legs have all been injured to varying degrees."
"When it was sent here, it was already bleeding internally, and even the wounds were infected and festered. You must thank me for surviving."
The black-haired boy opened his mouth and finally replied expressionlessly: "Thank you."
"Yo." The woman's expression was a little surprised, and she smiled, "Your reaction is calmer than I expected. Aren't you afraid of death?"
After that, she looked directly at the expression on the boy's face, but only saw fatigue and indifference.
It was like a dead leaf floating on the face like a pool of stagnant water.
"Interesting." The woman's smile deepened, "You don't look like an Uchiha."
Human beings are essentially afraid of death.
It may be because of their attachment to the whole world, it may be because of their reluctance to give up something or someone, or it may be because of their unwillingness to do something.
But the woman saw nothing in him, just like seeing a corpse floating on the water, not sinking, not falling, quiet, dead.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Pharmacist."
The woman put her hands in front of her and smiled gently: "If you don't mind, you can call me Pharmacist or Doctor."
Pharmacist? Doctor?
What a strange guy.
"..." The boy was silent for a moment, but still answered calmly, "Uchiha Shinji."
After that, he raised his eyelids slightly, but met a pair of eyes, as if he saw some interesting toys.
"I'm curious." The man who called himself "Pharmacist" blinked his eyes, "Will someone like you also be afraid?"
Hearing this, Uchiha Shinji was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly realized something, and raised his hand to touch his eyes.
The drop of warm blood on his forehead was also wiped to the corner of his eyes, making the scarlet eyes with two magatama seem to be dyed more evil.
"Dual magatama Sharingan?"
The four magatama were also reflected in the interested eyes of the Pharmacist, and he smiled and said, "It seems that you have a good talent."
Uchiha Shinji was not excited, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "It's really troublesome."
At this time, behind him.
After checking all the Uchiha clan members, several people from the Uchiha Quartet walked over here.
At the same time, in the corner of the ceiling of the shelter, which was in the blind spot of everyone's vision.
A pair of white eyes poked out and looked at Uchiha Shinji curiously.