Kind Uchiha

Chapter 298 11. Coincidence
Asaji had a dream in which he was hit by a tank.

When he woke up the next day, he had a splitting headache and aches all over his body, almost feeling like he was falling apart.

He seldom drank, just because the people who drank with him would drink a little, and the person who drank last night was Tsunade, so he didn't have much defense.

The effect is not bad, I can use alcohol to dissipate my sorrows. After a drunk, my mind is much empty, but it hurts a little, and my whole body hurts everywhere.

Asaji held his forehead, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his eye sockets seemed to be swollen. He stood up with difficulty, his waist went limp, and he almost fell down.

"What's going on?" He thumped his back, suspecting that the izakaya sold fake alcohol, and also suspected that he had an allergic constitution.

I won't drink like this again in the future.

Asaji remembered that Tsunade took him away from the izakaya last night, but he lost his memory after what happened later, and he can't find Tsunade right now, so he can't ask.

However, the smell of alcohol on his body was a little heavy, so he had to take a bath first.

He entered the bathroom, accidentally saw the mirror on the sink, and then froze there.

A handsome man with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Tsunade!" Asagi gritted his teeth.

The teeth are loose and the gums are bleeding a bit.

……

Asaji went to Konoha Hospital.

Sakura happened to hang out the sheets to dry, and saw Asaji registering with her face half covered.

"Huh?" She walked over suspiciously, "Is it Asaji-kun?"

With his back turned, Asagi shook his body, then turned his head calmly, "Well, it's Sakura."

"..." Sakura stared at his appearance, and was stunned for a while.

"When I was developing a new ninjutsu, I accidentally hurt it." Asaji's expression remained the same, his face was still blue.

"Oh, let me help you." Sakura raised her hand and placed it next to his face.

There was no contact, the green fluorescence diffused, and a trace of coolness soaked into the skin, and then the swelling and slight pain disappeared.

After a while, Sakura lightly smiled and said, "Okay."

Asaji moved his jaw, touched his face again, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Was it beaten by Ino?" Sakura asked suddenly.

"What?" Asahi was taken aback.

"Although it might be gossiping to ask this question, I'm still quite curious." Xiao Ying coughed lowly, and said a little coyly: "You guys last night...cough, it's been a long time since I saw each other, I understand, but you still have to pay attention to your body .”

The corners of Asaji's eyes twitched, you have a lot of brains, what else do you understand, what's the matter with the tone of this person who has come here?

Instead, he looked at Sakura inexplicably.

Xiao Ying blushed, then cleared her throat, and patted him, "Don't let Ino down in the future."

"You misunderstood." Asaji felt that it was necessary to explain.

"I understand. Although this is a good thing, I won't tell too many people." Sakura said very righteously.

"You don't understand." Asahi said seriously.

He was thinking, maybe a little illusion can solve many problems.

"Okay, I'm joking." Sakura waved her hand, "Don't be so nervous."

Asahi smiled, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Okay, come to our house as a guest when you have time." Sakura smiled and waved.

Asaji walked out of the hospital.

Only then did Xiao Ying exhale, and walked carefully to the door as if she was sure. She didn't relax until she saw the man walking away, and turned around to go in.

At the corner, Asaji stopped with his back against the wall, with a calm expression, until Sakura's aura was out of perception, and then he came out again, looking at Konoha Hospital quietly.

It was an unintentional move to come to the hospital, and Xiao Sakura's appearance seemed to be a coincidence, but when facing herself, although she tried her best to keep calm, she could still feel a little nervousness.

She had no reason to be afraid of herself, the reason could only be that she wanted to hide something, something she couldn't let herself know.

Asaji closed his eyes, and after the sudden white smoke dissipated, he had transformed into an ordinary Konoha ninja.

He went back to the hospital.

……

He didn't cover it up very carefully, but walked around the floors ostentatiously. There are many nurses and many departments. The current Konoha Hospital is completely different from before.

Asaji walked around the corners of the hospital, during which time he often used the transformation technique to switch identities, but did not find any clues.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?" He thought to himself, wondering if she had misunderstood Sakura, what could she hide from him, maybe it was just because they didn't know each other too well, but she made a joke of Ino .

Thinking of this, Asaji walked into the elevator, and when he was about to press the floor, his fingers suddenly paused.

He looked at the number button that symbolized the floor, his eyes straightened slightly.

电梯
Who said that buildings are only on the ground? Since the hospital above is not weird, what about underground?

As soon as Asaji's mood diverged, he became more and more firm in his previous suspicion.

At this time, a nurse also came up to the elevator, glanced at him, and said casually, "You don't press it?"

"You're welcome." Asagi smiled.

The nurse pressed the first floor.

The elevator fell, then paused, the door opened, the nurse walked out, and Asaji was still standing there.

He was thinking, if there is really a secret place under the hospital, there should be ninjas on duty nearby, and they always have to change shifts, so they will definitely show their feet.

If that is indeed the case.

Frankly speaking, Asaji has not noticed anything unusual, except for Sakura.

He lowered his head and smiled inexplicably. Either he thought too much, and there were no Anbu ninjas here;Or the opponent has stepped up training and is better at concealment and anti-reconnaissance, and his previous experience has fallen behind.

He hoped it was the former, after all, no one wanted to admit that he was outdated or weakened.

But the truth always hits people in the face inadvertently.

A young man in a white coat came leisurely and waited in front of the elevator next to him.

Asaji got out of the elevator and walked to the other side.

"You" the white coat looked over suspiciously, but there was scrutiny and vigilance in the eyes.

But the moment the two of them made eye contact, the pattern of Sharingan appeared in his eyes, his own will was stripped away, and his spirit was completely controlled.

Ding, the elevator door opened.

"Operation." Asahi said softly.

The young man walked in numbly, but instead of pressing a single floor to end, he pressed several numbers in succession like entering a password.

When the elevator door was about to close, Asahi followed in, and at the same time he was relieved. It seemed that he had not been abandoned by the new era, and his experience was quite seasoned.

The elevator was descending, but it stopped soon, and it was probably only three or four floors underground.After the door opened, the two ninjas on duty outside looked over subconsciously. Before they could react, the world spun before their eyes and fell to the ground.

Asaji dragged the young man out of the elevator. In front of him was a lighted corridor, which was not long. There were either lighted or dark rooms on both sides, just like a hospital floor.

He walked forward, occasionally looking into the lighted room, and through the glass window on the door, he could see the figure on the hospital bed inside.

They were all single rooms, some were wearing oxygen masks, some were just lying there, some had nurses in them, and some were alone.

Most of the rooms were dark, and there were only three or four bright ones. His footsteps were silent, and he soon came to the end.There are no corners or other paths, just a load-bearing wall at the front.

Then, Asagi saw the bright light in the last room, and a figure as pale as paper on the hospital bed.

(End of this chapter)