Kiri managed to figure out his weekly duties after a few rough starts. While it was important to study for his medical career, it was also important to get experience and learn on the field. And so, after making connections with the local old physician, he had finally gotten permission to join him in his small clinic down at the end of the street of where he lived. Old Motoyama was an elder doctor, once worked in the hospital, but now running his small clinic for those who found it scary to go to the large hospital. That and because he was good with children that most of his patients were the local brats who don’t listen until they get wounded.
Today’s case was a certain cheeky boy of seven, having told off by his parents not to run along the training grounds when it was being used by the adults, had gotten himself cut by one of the darting shurikens. Luckily for him, he didn’t get hit in the head, but the cold steel pierced through his arm. Normally, he should have been sent to the hospital, but as a form of first aid (seeing how it had just happened about thirty minutes earlier), Old Motoyama was called to give a quick first aid just to stabilise the child before he would be transferred to the hospital. Kiri was there as his assistant, carrying his emergency bag and helping with the procedure.
Firstly, they would sterilise the point of entry, and Kiri had to hold down the wailing child, though the child was clearly exhausted already. He was one of the kids who came by the clinic for those weekend health workshops and he often played tricks at Kiri. Today, however, he was so resistant that even if he was bawling his eyes out, he wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Kiri, somehow, calmed his enough that resisting against the blonde was futile. It showed a bit of trust that the boy had for the young mednin-in-training. Then, Old Motoyama applied a strange jutsu that seemed to lessen the pain and trauma on the boy. Kiri would take not of this and learn it for future use.
“It’s important to know how to convert your chakra into a form of anaesthetic for the patient. If you plan to be helpful in the battlefield, a lot of people will be inflicted with wounds and if you can, at the very least, abate their pain, it could help them survive,” said Old Motoyama as he then proceeded to carefully pull out the shuriken. Kiri quickly applied the gauze with some pressure before they wrapped it with bandages.
When they were done with the primary care, Old Motoyama allowed Kiri to carry the child as they would hurry to the hospital. Once there, they rushed into the emergency section, Kiri nodding towards the nurses he knew. It would take a bit of time as the resident doctor came to inspect the child’s arm. After much debate, it was decided that it would be stitched and encased to ensure the bone and muscle structure will heal faster without much interference. It may not have been for the good since the child was known to being rather reckless and if he ends up running about again without it properly healing, he’d be seeing more of the emergency room than his planned adventures.
Returning to the small clinic, Old Motoyama went to discard his dirtied clothes into the drier and prepare some tea. Kiri would proceed to disinfect, sanitise and auto-clave the instruments they had used earlier in the field. Having to deal with fresh wounds, it was necessary that all medical tools were prepared with the proper sanitation in order to avoid further complications such as infections. And surprisingly, the old doctor had his own auto-clave instrument, kinda like a large oven thing, which makes it easier for him.
“Thank you for your help earlier. It would have been problematic if I was on my own,” said the kind old doctor who entered the clinic with a tray of two hot tea. “I don’t think I could carry a child that big. Hahaha!”
“Well, that makes me feel like I’m just there to carry him,” answered Kiri with a defeated sigh.
“Oh no, you were just right. You provided assistance. That boy can be quite the problem, but you were able to keep him calm enough. Being a doctor is swell, but unless you can earn the trust of your patients, you won’t get anywhere.”
“About that jutsu you used earlier, perhaps you can teach some day,” said Kiri, taking a sip from his tea cup, a little happy after that compliment.
“Why, of course. It’s one of the requisites for a combat medic who goes out to the field. You did say you were aiming to become one, correct?”
“Yeah. Which is why today’s case, although unfortunate for the brat, was a good experience for me.”
“Then, come by more often, I can share more of my medical books with you too.”
By the end of the day, Kiri would return home with a bag full of new books and a tote bad he carried that had some of the old man’s extra instruments he could practice with.
WC: 888
Today’s case was a certain cheeky boy of seven, having told off by his parents not to run along the training grounds when it was being used by the adults, had gotten himself cut by one of the darting shurikens. Luckily for him, he didn’t get hit in the head, but the cold steel pierced through his arm. Normally, he should have been sent to the hospital, but as a form of first aid (seeing how it had just happened about thirty minutes earlier), Old Motoyama was called to give a quick first aid just to stabilise the child before he would be transferred to the hospital. Kiri was there as his assistant, carrying his emergency bag and helping with the procedure.
Firstly, they would sterilise the point of entry, and Kiri had to hold down the wailing child, though the child was clearly exhausted already. He was one of the kids who came by the clinic for those weekend health workshops and he often played tricks at Kiri. Today, however, he was so resistant that even if he was bawling his eyes out, he wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Kiri, somehow, calmed his enough that resisting against the blonde was futile. It showed a bit of trust that the boy had for the young mednin-in-training. Then, Old Motoyama applied a strange jutsu that seemed to lessen the pain and trauma on the boy. Kiri would take not of this and learn it for future use.
“It’s important to know how to convert your chakra into a form of anaesthetic for the patient. If you plan to be helpful in the battlefield, a lot of people will be inflicted with wounds and if you can, at the very least, abate their pain, it could help them survive,” said Old Motoyama as he then proceeded to carefully pull out the shuriken. Kiri quickly applied the gauze with some pressure before they wrapped it with bandages.
When they were done with the primary care, Old Motoyama allowed Kiri to carry the child as they would hurry to the hospital. Once there, they rushed into the emergency section, Kiri nodding towards the nurses he knew. It would take a bit of time as the resident doctor came to inspect the child’s arm. After much debate, it was decided that it would be stitched and encased to ensure the bone and muscle structure will heal faster without much interference. It may not have been for the good since the child was known to being rather reckless and if he ends up running about again without it properly healing, he’d be seeing more of the emergency room than his planned adventures.
Returning to the small clinic, Old Motoyama went to discard his dirtied clothes into the drier and prepare some tea. Kiri would proceed to disinfect, sanitise and auto-clave the instruments they had used earlier in the field. Having to deal with fresh wounds, it was necessary that all medical tools were prepared with the proper sanitation in order to avoid further complications such as infections. And surprisingly, the old doctor had his own auto-clave instrument, kinda like a large oven thing, which makes it easier for him.
“Thank you for your help earlier. It would have been problematic if I was on my own,” said the kind old doctor who entered the clinic with a tray of two hot tea. “I don’t think I could carry a child that big. Hahaha!”
“Well, that makes me feel like I’m just there to carry him,” answered Kiri with a defeated sigh.
“Oh no, you were just right. You provided assistance. That boy can be quite the problem, but you were able to keep him calm enough. Being a doctor is swell, but unless you can earn the trust of your patients, you won’t get anywhere.”
“About that jutsu you used earlier, perhaps you can teach some day,” said Kiri, taking a sip from his tea cup, a little happy after that compliment.
“Why, of course. It’s one of the requisites for a combat medic who goes out to the field. You did say you were aiming to become one, correct?”
“Yeah. Which is why today’s case, although unfortunate for the brat, was a good experience for me.”
“Then, come by more often, I can share more of my medical books with you too.”
By the end of the day, Kiri would return home with a bag full of new books and a tote bad he carried that had some of the old man’s extra instruments he could practice with.
WC: 888