"Honestly, the village's medical ninjas and supplies are just too scarce, at this rate..."
In the Hidden Grass Village's hospital, a medical ninja was treating a fellow Hidden Grass ninja who was severely injured during a mission. However, constrained by their own medical skills and the severe lack of medical supplies in the village, they could only shake their head helplessly.
The painful cries of Hidden Grass comrades rang in their ears. The medical ninja in charge pointed to one of the injured and said to the nurse beside them, "That one is beyond saving, just throw them away, there are many more in line behind."
"Yes."
The nurse followed such orders as a matter of routine, coldly walked over, and pulled the heavily injured Hidden Grass ninja struggling in pain on the hospital bed down, dragging them towards the door, ignoring their harsh screams, for secret disposal.
Everyone was already used to such things, as long as the injuries were too severe, they would be directly discarded.
Although it might look like some could be saved, their combat effectiveness would severely decline if they survived, making it impossible to continue as a ninja, and would only waste medical resources. Disposing them was the most cost-effective solution.
And the so-called Hidden Grass Village hospital was not praiseworthy in any aspect.
A large number of patients crowded together in one room, with only a few medical ninjas, and the sanitary conditions were very crude. Many medical instruments were very outdated and couldn't be replaced due to lack of funds.
At this moment, a Hidden Grass ninja walked in from outside, ignoring the cries of pain from the many injured in the ward. Behind him followed a red-haired youth with unsteady steps and a dazed expression.
This ninja was a Jonin from the village. He directly told the medical ninja leader, "I brought you a gift, just use this guy as you please."
"Is this okay?"
The medical leader asked.
"No problem, there's another woman with similar abilities over there. This guy has reached his limit; for him, it's also a release."
Hearing this, the medical leader nodded.
Then instructed a nurse to take the youth behind the Hidden Grass Jonin to a patient, roll up his sleeve, revealing an arm full of bite marks, allowing the patient lying on the bed to start biting.
The injured Hidden Grass ninja seemed to understand what was happening, immediately biting hard into the red-haired youth's bite-marked arm. The wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Though still appearing weak, with a bit of rest, he'd fully recover.
Repeatedly, the red-haired youth didn't resist, or resistance was meaningless. For the sake of his clan members still in the village, he must persist until the last moment, offering his body for these greedy vampires to extract his life force.
After the twelfth patient had finished biting, the red-haired youth let out a suppressed, painful groan, trying to keep walking forward. But when he lifted his foot, his vision darkened, and he collapsed onto the cold ground.
Saliva dripped from his opened mouth, his body convulsing slightly on the floor. His hair began to whiten, and his vacant eyes stared blankly under the bed in front of him.
The nurse squatted down to check him, then reported to the medical leader, "He's dead."
"Throw him away if he's dead; he's of no value anymore."
The medical leader, accustomed to such things, replied.
After all, the only use people of his clan have brought to the Hidden Grass Village is just this.
"Bring over the other woman with similar abilities as well. If she doesn't comply, kill one of her clan members until she does."
The medical leader said to the Hidden Grass Jonin with a smile.
"She can't be moved temporarily. The village will need her contributions for the next few years. This man reached his limit, so I brought him here."
The Hidden Grass Jonin rejected the medical leader's suggestion.
"Long-term development, huh? Well, how about bringing her here once a month?"
With such a convenient ability, the medical leader felt the medical pressure of the Hidden Grass Village could finally be alleviated for a while.
At least for the next few years, there'd be no need to worry about training medical ninjas or even funds to purchase medical supplies.
Since the country's Daimyo is corrupt and incompetent, expecting them to benevolently allocate funds from the nobles is unimaginable.
The Hidden Grass Jonin nodded. Bringing her once a month should help sustain for several more years.
"Wouldn't it be great if everyone in the Uzumaki Clan awakened this ability? Then all our village's medical problems could be solved, and we could focus on developing military forces and researching powerful ninja techniques."
The medical leader sighed.
"Save that dream talk for later. Recently, pay attention—Hozuki Castle was attacked a few days ago. The countries are already very dissatisfied with the oversight over Hidden Grass Village."
Hidden Grass Village, living in the crevice between big nations, only had Hozuki Castle, a public ninja prison decided and established by various countries, to make them notable.
If something were to happen there, Hidden Grass Village's living conditions would worsen.
They lack the courage to glare at the strong and only dare to wield the knife against the weaker.
This is the way Hidden Grass Village survives in the Ninja Realm.
A village with no courage, faith, or pride.
The Hidden Grass Jonin left, while the medical leader sneered, thinking the other was simply worrying over nothing.