Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170826223909

Sup Pung had learned quite a few things she needed to be an effective medical shinobi on the field. From basic surgery, to proper health caregiving to having a pretty nice arsenal of healing and defensive jutsu. But now she would be delving into the deeper techniques, ones that could potentially save the lives of others as well as her own. There were four in total that she needed to learn and three of those were dependent on one another. So for now, Sup Pung was just going to focus on the sole independent technique of the bunch. She had put word out with the four surgeons and two OBGYN that she shadowed at the hospital to keep her on standby whenever they got a patient in critical condition that she could help with and use it to helpfully practice on. They all agreed and about six days after initially putting the bug in their ears, Sup Pung got the call.

The patient was a man in his early thirties, brown hair, quite thin and very blue in the face. He was covered in a cold sweat and was slowly entering a catatonic state of shock from whatever was plaguing him. According to Kaku and his assistant surgeon Daisuke, this was the result of a blockage in his intestinal tract. Whatever it was, it was hard and solid. The man was in pain, but nearly forced unconscious from its crippling sensation and with there being a cold numbness from the waist down, they would work without the use of anesthesia for the time being. Sup Pung’s job and involvement in this would be to utilize the aforementioned technique. And so with the preamble of the operation, she concentrated her chakra to her hands and placed them upon the man’s stomach and allowed it to spread into his skin and slowly throughout his system. Obviously with there being a blockage and the surgeons having not yet started, the medically- converted chakra did little to help the man. And to assure she stayed out the way without having to remove her hands, Sup Pung situated herself near the man’s chest while the two surgeons had free range of the patient’s lower torso.

They started things off by making an incision into the man’s skin, starting at the solar plexus and sliced all the way down to the pelvic bone and then made to smaller horizontal cuts across the upper abdomen on the left side. With pulling back the slab of skin,and cutting apart the layers of fats and muscle to access the organs. Everything was in place, however, the tangled vermillion noodle that was the large intestine was grossly discolored from more than halfway down and it went from being a bright red to a pasty pale pink, but the source of this problem was staring them in the face. Looking like a fleshy mace ball covered in a thick film of slimy dew, the object of the blockage was roughly the size of a tennis ball and roughly just as hard. By now, the patient was beginning to ruse from his voluntary submission and writhe slightly, and Sup Pung began dispatching her chakra once more, but did so with a more invested potency, waking up the cells as the swollen, engorged intestinal tube. The object that they wound up finding had been a large misshapen chicken bone that was entombed in a calcified cluster of rice. Because rice is one of the few foods the human digestive system cannot fully break down, it makes sense as to how it was able to pass the bile in the stomach. Still, it was a ponderous happenstance that even the surgeons were bewildered by. New blood and bile that was several weeks old began to pour out and Sup Pung had to draw chakra from the pit of her stomach to maintain a constant flow of letting the medical conversion to aid in the man’s safety and recovery. After several minutes though, the blockage was removed and the tract was sewn up and slowly but surely the color was returning to the man as a whole. Finally, his skin began to retain some warmth, the color in his peach skin return, the blue left his lips and eyes and the troubled look on his face was gradually replaced with a more pensive look of repose.



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The next time Sup Pung would be able to put the technique to work came when she got her next house call. This time, however, had been a fluke that only happened because the mother to be was on her way to the hospital when she clumsily tripped and collapsed off the porch to her home. Sup Pung was on her way to do some food shopping when she’d heard the woman’s cry the next stree over. With her goat and bird moseying along in tow, she ran over and saw a very pregnant blonde draped halfway into some bushed and holding her bleeding belly and her legs haphazardly entangled with one another. Eyes going wide, Sup Pung ran over and gingerly helped the woman out of her precarious position and carried her bride style back into the house. While she settled the young woman onto the nearest couch, Sup Pung held the tiger seal to clone herself and she looked to her two twins which she now has aptly named them as Sup And Pung. “Sup, boiling water, red leaf tea.” The slightly more smirky of the twins would nod and head off into the kitchen, digging around for the largest cooking container she could find. Meanwhile, Sup Pung looked to her remaining doggelganger. “Pung, I go grab the shower curtain and tools out of my bag. It should be with Boche.” Nodding, this left Sup Pung alone with the woman, whom she helped getting to breathe while placed her hands on her bruised and bleeding stomach, igniting the cells to activate since it was clear that the bun in the oven was more than ready to come out.



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