"I said, do the transplant surgery for me now!"
Danzo's eyes were red, his voice not loud, but almost a roar, every syllable suppressing a low growl.
The head researcher's face changed in horror, subconsciously taking two steps back, his back covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Under Danzo's intimidating gaze, he could no longer say 'no,' and said in a trembling voice, "Yes...sir, I'll have someone arrange it right away."
Inside the lab, without the head's instructions, everyone had already put down their work and started busying themselves.
"The surgery, it must be a success."
Danzo repeated it, both a reminder and a warning,
"If it fails, even if I die on the operating table, you, you all, including all your family and friends, will all be buried with me."
The kind of crazy will contained in his words made the researchers present shudder.
But they obviously couldn't resist Danzo's determination, and the head researcher secretly groaned.
First Hokage cells transplant surgery, limited by differences in people's bodies and wills, the result is ultimately zero or one, how could there be any certainty of success.
He originally thought that by taking advantage of Danzo's increasing fear of death as he got older, he could delay this a bit, and wait until the surgery was more mature before arranging it, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.
Realizing the urgency of the current situation, the head researcher's brain was working frantically, thinking about all the unfavorable factors, and issuing orders one after another.
After all the research had begun to work in an orderly manner, he came to Danzo and said,
"Lord Danzo, you will definitely die if you have the transplant surgery now. Before that, you need to adjust your body and mind to the best state first."
The fierce light in Danzo's eyes slightly subsided, and he said in a deep voice, "What do I need to do?"
"You sleep here for a while."
The head researcher pressed a button, and a nutrient tank slowly rose from the ground.
Danzo had seen the process many times, and naturally knew what to do. He turned and entered the washroom to clean his body, put on a set of lab clothes, and walked in.
Seeing Danzo fasten his respirator, the head researcher pressed a button, and a light green solution slowly rose, until it swallowed him completely.
After doing all this, the head researcher took out a bottle of solution from the storage cabinet and came to the source of the nutrient solution.
Seeing that he was about to pour the solution in, a researcher who had been paying attention to his movements, his face changed slightly, and he came to him in a few steps, grabbed his wrist, and said in shock and anger, "What are you doing? This thing is poisonous to the human body."
"This dose, diluted in the solution, is not a poison, it just has 'some' stimulating effect."
The head researcher was calm and composed, grabbing that wrist, twisting it hard, but failing to move it, his face a little embarrassed,
He scolded loudly, "I know you're a spy sent by Lord Danzo to monitor us, many people in this lab know that."
"But since you have a bit of knowledge in your head, you should know that with his current physical condition, doing a transplant surgery is almost certain death."
In everyone's sight, the Root ninja remained unmoved, and said in a deep voice, "Is that why you're poisoning him?"
"To put him in a life-or-death situation, if he can't even withstand this bit of stimulation, how can he withstand the more difficult transplant surgery."
The head researcher glanced at the Root ninja, and said lightly, "I want the surgery to succeed more than you do."
The Root ninja was silent for a moment, released his wrist, and warned, "You better succeed."
"Heh..." the head researcher smiled dismissively.
Even if it failed, so what? Danzo, who was stimulated and whose body was damaged, would definitely postpone the surgery, and this back and forth would definitely create a lot of time.
Of course, if it was not necessary, he didn't want to develop to this point, because the price could be his life.
Holding the solution reagent bottle, the head researcher frowned tightly, staring at the scale.
If the dosage was not well controlled, medicine could also become poison, and he had no intention of dying with Danzo.
The red reagent dripped into the light green, staining the nutrient solution with a hint of purple, and before long, screams of horror and misery came from the nutrient tank.
The head researcher was unmoved. He clenched his fists and continued to issue orders, taking out all the rare and expensive materials in the lab.
The materials for the transplant surgery are not necessarily better the more expensive they are, but within a certain limit, this principle is obvious.
If this surgery fails, the head researcher knows that he will definitely die, so why would he pursue cost-effectiveness? He should use everything that can be used, so as not to betray his past thrift.
Other researchers carried out the head's orders, vaguely guessing his thoughts. Even if the failure of this surgery might lead to death, their mood couldn't help but be excited.
Squandering, wasting... is not right, but it has to be said that this process is really very enjoyable, especially for researchers who have always been stingy, wishing to make two sets of data from one material.
Whether they live or die is another matter, but after this surgery, the materials must be used up.
...
While Danzo and his head researcher were fighting to the death, the instigator of all this was resting in a shadow in the forest.
Although Orochimaru had always praised Yakushi Kabuto's Sage Art talent, to use natural energy, it was necessary to use the ninja's own Chakra as a foundation.
This was Kabuto's weakness. Not to mention comparing him with a monster like Orochimaru, even compared to normal Kage-level powerhouses, he was slightly inferior.
And he didn't know how long the escape would take, so his own condition must be maintained at more than half.
After a while, Yakushi Kabuto put the white snake scales in his arms, jumped onto the treetops, and began to flee towards the Land of Rain.
When passing a large tree, his eyes suddenly narrowed, his hands clasped together, and several earth spears shot straight out of the ground, piercing the tree body.
But neither a scream was heard, nor blood flowed out. After the earth spears turned into soil, there was no change in the tree except for a large hole.
Yakushi Kabuto raised his eyebrows, "A mistake? No, definitely not, that feeling of being watched has disappeared."
With a vague guess in his heart, not only did he not stop to examine it carefully, but he further accelerated his pace.
...
Dozens of miles away, on a thick tree trunk, a half-black and half-white figure poked its head out and said,
"The ninja who made a scene in Root is named Kabuto, and as I thought before, he, like Orochimaru, has mastered the Sage Art of Ryuchi Cave. His perception is very sharp, and my clone was almost killed by him."
"Kabuto?" Obito's eyes flashed with red light, "Who is he, what feud does he have with Danzo, and why would he attack Root?"
"These have yet to be investigated." Zetsu was not omniscient either, "No need to rush, Konoha wants to figure all this out more than we do."
Obito shook his head, "Find out as soon as possible."
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