Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170828091235

After a year’s worth of practice, Sup Pung was promising to be quite the surgeon! Working directly under Obelisk and his top surgeons, she was able to learn the ins and outs of surgery and after several months of study, Sup Pung was actually able to test successfully become certified as a registered nurse. So between that and the constant carnage she had always needed to patch up at the fight club, and Sup Pung would eventually hang up her apron and put being a midwife on the backburner. While she would still occasionally make house calls and actually had racked up two high profile clients, her focus had shifted from wandering the streets for business to being more exclusive to the fight club.

Since the mysterious tragedy of her family’s tea house burning down to the ground, Sup Pung had vowed to rebuild it, but with having no money to her name and currently no access to the business accounts, she was going to earn the funds to do it. And quite frankly, being a midwife paid peanuts compared to the amount of cash she was racking up at the fight club, since even though the two women that paid her to monitor them through their pregnancies paid her quite handsomely, it still wasn’t enough to earn what she needed for the tea house.

SO today, Sup Pung was at the fight club. With the gambling den and old geisha’s okiya still remaining, in the patch of land that was behind the gamble house had been a very crudely built pagoda  that housed most of the fights as well as an outdoor area for the men and women to fight if they were using shinobi techniques or jutsu. As a way to bare witness to both, Sup Pung had a large balcony built onto the open second floor where people could watch the fights from above. It was also up here that she brought fighters to nurse back to health after getting their heads and faces beaten in for a few rounds. At the moment, a woman fresh out of the fight yard had come up with her face completely battered and a serious concussion just one head bop away. Her left eye had been swollen shut, her nose was broken and a good portion of her skull had been fractured open. Clumps of frizzy, tangled mousy brown hair matted down with blood covered the nasty herringbone laceration that spanned several inches across the cranium directly behind the ear. In spite of not being able to see out of one eye, the rowdy brunette claimed that her vision was constantly coming and going, she felt lightheaded and extremely disoriented in just trying to walk up here. After getting the girl to lay down, Sup Pung would proceed to cleaning up the girl’s wounds by use of mystical palm, building up the chakra in her arms and stomach, mixing its consistencies to meld into one. She was able to heal the girl’s nose, and have her eye open, but the nasty cut to her temple would require far more attention and finer detail.

After cleaning up the wound with a rag that was damp with medicinal fluid, Sup Pung reignited her chakra and touched it to the laceration to ignite the cells there. Even though only skin had been broken, she was concerned for the thin layer of fat protecting the skull and ultimately, the girl’s brain so she made a point to gently press her fingers to the exposed tissue there to jump start the fatty cells there to not only better lubricate the skull as it was meant to but also wake up the signals to the brain. The yellowish gray fat that was only just barely visible started to glow slightly from the impregnation of Sup Pung’s chakra and the girl seemed to be somewhat soothed by the pulsing that instantly ensued. Following that, Sup Pung would gently draw her hand across the severance of the skin itself, allowing the blood and skin cells to speed up the scabbing and coagulation process until the entire cut was glazed over by a grainy seam and not long after, a shiny film of new skin. It had taken perhaps twenty minutes in all, but once it was all said and done, the girl was able to go on her way and head home to rest up.

The next person to come up was a man in his late twenties with sandy blonde hair, and a thick beard that was long, thick and bushy enough to disguise the damage that had been done to his mouth. At first glance, it just looked as though he’d earned himself a nice fat lip from the shorter, more robust he had been fighting just minutes before. But when he tried to speak, Sup Pung was able to see that his lip had been split apart completely and the thing layer of tissue that connected his inner chin to his gums were torn. And so with reigniting her chakra and converting it to a healing medicinal frequency, she actually had to shape and lengthen the projection much in the way she’d had to employ chakra scalpel. Thankfully in a case like this, shape was not important, it only needed to reach and heal the inside of the man’s mouth. With a four inch shaft of pure pink medicinal chakra, she started by holding his jaw down and open with one hand while she hovered her other hand over his ajar mouth and gently swabbing the affected, bleeding area like a q-tip. Because of how much refinery she’d had to maintain to make this work, Sup Pung was actually shaking through most of the process to keep her chakra controlled into such a narrow shape, but once the cells had started to rebuild the connecting tissued there, she released the mental iron grip on her chakra and used the broader version of it to run over the man’s lip several times. Because of the high amount of moisture present in his lip, she was able to supercharge the cells faster and was able to make them bond close enough together to bypass the man getting stitches. Of course, to assure that his lip wouldn’t accidentally split apart again though, Sup Pung focused a little more chakra into it until the cleft and seam of the tear was partially hidden. She would keep him there for the better part of an hour, but after some rest and lots of ice, she was able to send him on his way as well.

 