Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170823015645

Back at the hospital, Sup Pung was delving deeper and deeper into the medical aspect of things. Because of Obelisk’s trust in Kideme, he extended that courtesy to Sup Pung as her cousin, and she couldn’t be more grateful. She shadowed not only him on visits with patients, but also into the emergency and operating rooms with the surgeons. As was to be expected of someone that was not yet certified as a surgeon, Sup Pung was quiet, stayed out of their way and let the surgeons do their job until they personally asked for her help. When she did, it happened with a swift professionalism. And because of that and her overall likability, it caught the Sagara girl by surprise when she had been invited to aid with a patient.

To be sure, it wasn’t anything major or even remotely life threatening and it wasn’t because she just was that charming. No, rather it was because the surgeon in question had had his tied at that moment and he needed all the help he could get with having to simultaneously tend to three patients. One was going into toxic shock from some kind of infection in his chest, another was in desperate need of an appendectomy and the other was being poisoned by his own blood from tampering around with some kind of freaky jutsu. Either way, Sup Pung had been sticking around the operating as she usually had, her nose in a medical textbook while the surgeons came and went. But much to her surprise, they all had seemed to slip out one by one until it was just him and her. “Pung.” The middle aged man called out to her calmly while dabbing his sweaty forehead with a dry rag. “Didn’t you say you’ve been practicing with chakra scalpel and that extraction technique?” When she nodded, he motioned for her to join him at the bed that contained a partially sedated patient. A part of his chest and upper abdomen had turned a berry shade of violet with a fringe of moldy yellow. At the center of this unsightly discoloration had been fresh bite wound. “My god…” Sup Pung mumbled while looking upon it, whatever had bitten this shinobi was surely nothing to be reckoned with, but she nodded at the request of her helping him.

“This is the work of a red yin toxin that causes a slow mock process of necrosis to all the tissue it touches. It’s not deadly, nor is it permanent but this toxic substance needs to come out as soon as possible.I was able to slow its progression, but as you see, I need to help the others. So do me this favor? I’ll put in a good word for you with the doctor if you do well. I’ll be watching you of course, but do not hesitate to ask. I trust you.” With a smirk, Sup Pung took off to wash her hands and put on some gloves. After doing so, she ignited chakra scalpel, but this time, she shaped her blade into that difficult shape where it was round and wide at the top, narrow at the bottom and the other side slanted until it and the curved blade came to a sharpened point. She had been practicing with just shaping the sharpened frequency itself and getting more adept with her chakra control and memory so that it would come together more easily. Of course, while her ability to refine shapes, the blade’s silhouette wasn’t exact, just a very rough but generic enough crispness to show a similarity and still have the function.

That being said, Sup Pung carefully began making the incisions in a staccato manner, scoring the husky man’s skin and thick layer of puppy fat used her free right hand to gently press down on one side of the opening to access it easier. She momentarily deactivated her chakra scalpel to douse the wound and wet up the pseudo-decaying flesh. Unlike her other adventures where for the most part Sup Pung could actually see the toxic source, she had to really “listen to her chakra while she pushed it into the wound. With only her sentient intuition to push her chakra through into the man’s flesh, she felt for fleshy and liquid inconsistencies. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d be feeling for but her answer came in the form of a goopy, almost grainy substance that clung to the under region of fatty issue some three inches northwest of the wound. It was extremely thick and from what she would feel, it was moving on its own. Going entirely off her imagination at this point, Sup Pung tried as best as she could to make her chakra and the antiseptic fluid wash and flood over this tarlike substance. What made this tricky though was that it was up and she had to come under it physically as well as push up and between it and the spongey fatty tissue. All Sup Pung could do was fuel more of her chakra and medical jelly into the wound and try to dillute the poison into thinning out. Her hands, fingers and wrists were starting to get tired after some minutes of mentally and psionically wrestling around with this deadly goop. By now, the surgeon had come to her side now, remaining silent in words and stony in expression while she watched her. Naturally, this made Sup Pung feel just a tad nervous with the pressure being piled on, but it also inspired her to work harder. It’s also when it clicked in her mind that if she treated her chakra more like the pliant tool that it was, it might work better. So with that in her mind, she visualized her now deeply entrenched chakra like a slab of clay and imagined it to fold upward. She had already covered the entire perimeter of the toxin, it was just a matter of penetrating the other side, which she now did by willing it to flatten like a rigid pancake and was actually able to shove past the fat! Her face was growing more excited as she finally began to cover the area and willed her chakra to begin closing it up, sealing off the poison as if it were inside a pouch.

Once she was sure every little millimeter was inside it, Pung started to squeeze and choke the grainy substance until it was shrunk and stretched small enough for her to draw out….and slowly she would. Looking like a glowing spaghetti noodle of a tapeworm she finally got a grip on it, and though she couldn’t see it, the surgeon behind her was smiling.  