In Soul Society, I just want to retire

What happened three hundred years ago was just a trivial matter to him and there was no need to remember it.

Heidao held the knife in both hands, his eyes bloodshot.

There should be a limit to looking down on others!

You bastard, I practiced for you for three hundred years, and you actually forgot about me!!!

Chapter 190: Selecting a Medical Team

Black Blade's face was distorted by his intense anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Stop pretending to be stupid with me. If it weren't for you, how could I have been imprisoned in hell and suffered for three hundred years? You're pretending not to know me now? It's too late! If you had taken me out back then, this wouldn't be the case!"

Seeing Heidao's excitement, Yamabuki Ditang rubbed his head. It seemed that this was indeed the case, but it was too long ago and he could no longer remember it. Seeing Heidao's exasperated look, Yamabuki Ditang said with a smile: "Don't worry, sit down and have a cup of tea! If you have any difficulties, tell me and I will definitely help you. I love helping others the most."

Shikatori Bayunsai tried hard not to laugh. His own sister called Yamabuki Detang "the vampire among vampires". It is conceivable how cruel he is in the eyes of his subordinates.

"Are you telling the truth? Then release me from hell. Don't worry, I will never seek revenge on you after I get out!" Heidao said excitedly. He didn't want to continue suffering in hell.

As long as you are in hell, no matter how strong you are, you cannot escape the pursuit of the hell skeleton monsters. These hell skeleton monsters represent the will of hell. Even if Heidao has practiced in hell for three hundred years, he cannot compete with the hell skeleton monsters.

Therefore, he has lived in fear all the time for the past three hundred years, afraid that the moment he opened his eyes, the skeleton monster from hell would appear in front of him and open its bloody mouth to eat him. It would be fine if he died just like that, but the most important thing is that he will not die in hell. No matter how miserable his death is, he can be resurrected with full blood and continue to be tortured. Hei Dao is considered a person with relatively strong willpower. He has lived in hell for three hundred years without suffering a mental breakdown.

Many souls in hell have been tortured to the point of completely losing consciousness, allowing themselves to be tortured by hell and completely losing the ability to resist.

"It seems that hell is not particularly scary after all!" Lu Qu Ba Yunzhai said in a low voice. This was completely different from the hell she had imagined.

"Then what do you imagine hell is like?" Yamabuki Ditang asked back.

The God of Death is very familiar with the Three Realms, but Hell is separate from the Three Realms and existed long before the Spirit King created the Three Realms. Therefore, the God of Death only knows that there is a place called Hell, but does not know what Hell is like.

"It's bloodier, more desperate, and more terrifying." Lu Quba Yunzhai said.

"Hey! Answer me! Do you want to take me away from this damn place?" Heidao pointed the knife in his hand at Yamabuki Ditang and roared.

"No, I find it quite interesting to see you suffering in hell. I really want to remember who you are!" Yamabuki Ditang said with a smile on his face.

The black knife chopped down without hesitation, but was still easily deflected by Yamabuki Ditang. The strength of the two sides was incomparable.

It's like an ant using its mouthparts to challenge a heavy land tank. It's courageous, but that's all it is.

"Impossible, impossible. I have been practicing for three hundred years. How can I not be as good as you?" When Heidao swung the sword for the third time, Shanbuki Ditang felt a little annoyed.

game over.

"Crack!"

The knife in Heidao's hand was directly crushed into iron powder and scattered in the dark space of hell.

"Besides, I don't have time to play with you now!" Yamabuki Ditang lightly tapped his fingertips, and Heidao's body instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

"How is it? We have seen hell. Can we go back now? If you really go to hell in the future, I will build a small house for you in hell. If I have time, I will bring Unohana and everyone to see you. How about it?" asked Yamabuki Detang.

Lu Quba Yunzhai rolled his eyes and said, "I'm about to have surgery. Can't you say something nice? Okay, go back!"

Yamabuki Ditang brought Luqu Bayunsai to the place where the gate of hell was opened. Just as the two were about to leave through the gate of hell, Heidao's voice came from behind them again: "Don't go! Don't go! Take me out. I know I was wrong. When I get out, I will definitely turn over a new leaf and be a good person. I can be reincarnated. Please take me out!"

Black Blade pounced on him with a pleading look on his face: "No matter how many sins I have committed, three hundred years is enough time to pay for them, right? Take me away!"

Yamabuki Ditang felt very annoyed when he saw this person. Atonement? There was no way to atone for the sins that had been committed. With a slight flick of his finger, countless hell chains flew out and wrapped around Heidao's body, dragging him into the depths of hell.

"Yamabuki Ditang!!!! I will never forget you. Just wait, one day I will find a way to leave hell, and that will be your end! Just wait!!!"

A moment later, the sound of the black knife disappeared completely, and Yamabuki Detang returned to Soul Society with Kano-no-Takunsai.

"In the next three days, all you have to do is eat well, sleep well, and maintain a good mood. Leave all the rest to us." said Yamabuki Ditang.

"This is all I can do. So be it! I leave it to you." Lu Quba Yunzhai acted very calmly, as if he didn't care about his own life or death.

Yamabuki Ditang began to study how to complete the craniotomy, and even invited Kirinji Tenshiro. The two discussed for a long time but could not find an answer.

Although the Bone Hell and the Blood Pool Hell are magical, they are of limited use in this situation.

"Don't you claim that no one in Soul Society has better medical skills than you? Can't you think of a good solution?" Yamabuki Detang shook Kirinji Tenshiro's shoulders.

"You're still blaming me. You're the most recognized doctor now. Don't you have any solution?" asked Kirinji Tenshiro.

Even the two of them were not completely sure about opening a person's brain and removing the blood tumor in the very delicate brain tissue.

In the afternoon, Unohana also came back. The three people with the highest medical skills in Soul Society discussed the matter until dark, but they still couldn't come to a conclusion.

The chance of success is not zero, it's just too low.

Yamabuki Detang has only a 30% chance of success. If it is Unohana, the chance is even lower, no more than 20%.

After seeing off Kirinji Tenshiro, Yamabuki Detang looked worried. He lay in bed with Unohana, looking at the stars in the sky through the window.

The human brain is very strange. Sometimes the more you want to concentrate, the more you can't. As soon as you close your eyes, many recent events flashed through Yamabuki Detang's mind. Among them, the most important one was the matter of the Quincy reported by Ukitake.

"A bunch of little Karami! Without Yhwach, they are just a group of younger brothers." Yamabuki Ditang muttered to himself, and suddenly, he thought of something.

Wait, Quincy? Controlling Reishi? I have a way.

Chapter 191: Development, Spirit Suturing Technique

Yamabuki Ditang suddenly thought of his ability to control spirit particles.

Although this ability was originally a means of the Quincy, his control over the spirit particles was definitely at the master level.

It can be said that looking across the three realms, no one has more control over Lingzi than himself.

I have always thought about how to use this ability to kill people, but I have never thought about how to use this ability to save people.

"What's wrong? Are you so startled? Have you thought of a useful method?" Unohana was very familiar with her husband. After all, the two of them had lived together for more than three hundred years, and they knew each other even better than she knew herself.

"Yes, there is a way, but it's just a guess now." There was a strange light in Shanbuki Ditang's eyes, and he looked like a hungry wolf in the dark night.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow if there's any solution. We've been exhausted all day..." Unohana originally wanted to persuade her husband to take a rest, but Yamabuki Detang jumped up and hurried towards the Fourth Division. Unohana had no choice but to chase after him while putting on a coat.

The couple arrived at the Fourth Division one after the other. Yamabuki Ditang took out a fish from somewhere and put it on the table to study.

Unohana didn't dare to disturb him and could only watch quietly from behind.

Yamabuki Ditang stretched out his finger and lightly slid it across the fish's belly, instantly creating a wound. Yamabuki Ditang stretched out his hand and began to condense the spirit particles in the air.

Finally, these spirit particles condensed into extremely thin silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye. Yamabuki Ditang planned to use these extremely thin spirit particle threads to suture the wounds on the fish.

He remembered that a long time ago, when he was still a human, he had watched a movie in which a scientist injected a kind of nanorobot into a human body. As long as any part of the body of the test subject injected with the nanorobot was injured, the nanorobot would sew up his wound as quickly as possible, just like Xu's super-speed regeneration.

All matter in Soul Society is made up of spirit particles, and he uses the silk threads condensed from these spirit particles to suture wounds, and the sutured wounds will not even leave scars.

By the same token, these spiritual threads can also be used as scalpels to cut the blood tumor on Lu Duba Yunzhai's head.

The accuracy is accurate to the level of spirit particles.

From a scientific perspective, when removing a tumor, not even a single atom will be cut wrong, all diseased cells will be removed precisely, and the patient's body will not be harmed.

"I am indeed a genius!" Yamabuki Ditang took a deep breath and began to control these spiritual threads to sew up the wound on the fish's belly.

The ideal is great, but it is not as simple as imagined when it comes to actual control.

The first is the difficulty in operation. The more subtle the details, the more difficult it is to control. It is easy for a normal human to pick up a glass of water with his hands, but is it possible for him to pick up an atom with two fingers?

Now, Yamabuki Ditang's ability to control the spirit particles is such that he can easily make a nuclear bomb with his bare hands, but it is quite difficult for him to sew up the wound with the smallest unit.

First of all, because the silk thread is so thin, it is invisible to the naked eye and there is no substantial touch. Everything depends on Reiko's perception and control. It is obviously just a small wound one inch long, but it took Yamabuki Detang half an hour to suture the wound perfectly.

After the minimally invasive surgery was over, Yamabuki Ditang's forehead was covered with sweat due to nervousness, but his eyes were shining. It was a success.

This means that your ideas can be put into practice.

If you perform the surgery yourself using this method, the success rate will be close to 100%.

He can control the spirit particle threads and remove the blood tumor in Lu Duba Yunzhai's brain bit by bit with spirit particles as units, and then control these removed spirit particles to leave the host's body one by one. This will definitely be a huge project, just like a person holding a shovel to dismantle the Great Wall.

"Drink some water and take a rest?" Unohana handed over a cup of cold tea. Yamabuki Detang drank it all in one gulp, then drew his knife and cut another wound on the fish's belly.

In the next three days, he would seize every minute and every second to familiarize himself with the spirit particle suturing technique, and he had to hone this technique to the highest level before the operation.

As for the fish in front of me...

Brother Yu, don't worry. If you die in the next three days, it will be my fault. Thank you for your contribution to medicine. I will always remember you.

When a fish opens and closes its mouth, it is most likely cursing someone.

Unfortunately, I am the only one in Soul Society who can control spirit particles. If I retire one day, this unique skill will be lost.

The three days passed very quickly.

During these three days, Yamabuki Ditang has learned multi-thread operation, controlling hundreds of spirit threads to suture and repair wounds at the same time, greatly improving efficiency.

But manipulating hundreds of silk threads at the same time consumes a lot of mental energy. If Yamabuki Detang wasn't strong enough, his CPU might have burned out.

It was already half past twelve in the morning, and as soon as it was light he would go to perform surgery on Lu Quba Yunzhai.

He hadn't slept a wink in the three days and three nights before that.

Yamabuki Ditang hugged his wife's thighs and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake me up an hour before the operation begins." After leaving this message, Yamabuki Ditang fell into a deep sleep to replenish his mental strength.

On the day of the operation, countless people came, including the entire Eighth Division, surrounding the Fourth Division.

They were all very worried about the health of their captain.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound suddenly occurred, and everyone turned around to see that Captain Yamamoto had been standing behind the crowd.

"What a disgrace! Don't you have any work to do now? Go back to your posts. Jingle, you just stay here." The captain scolded.

Although he could understand that these team members were worried about Lu Quba Yunzhai, they really could not help at all if they stayed here, and might even cause more trouble.

It would be better for him to just use his authority as the captain and let these people return to their posts.

The members of the Eighth Division did not dare to disobey the captain's wishes, and left one by one listlessly, until only Kyoraku was left.

Kyoraku Shunsui, who is usually cynical, also showed anxiety at this moment.

"Why hasn't the teacher come yet?" Kyoraku Shunsui asked quietly, "Where's Captain Unohana? Hurry up and ask Captain Unohana to go and urge him!"

Kamishirokawa said helplessly, "Captain Unohana isn't here either. I guess these two overslept, right?"

Only the captain sat here very calmly. Although Yamabuki was unreliable at ordinary times, he was the most reliable at critical moments, so there was no need to worry.

Chapter 192: Operation Begins

Just because Captain Yamamoto can hold his position firmly doesn't mean others can do the same. At this time, Kyoraku Shunsui is still in his youth, far from being as calm and mature as he is in middle age. After waiting for a long time, Yamabuki Detang didn't show up, so he brought Chimai directly to Yamabuki Detang's house and barged in without knocking on the door.

"Teacher? Are you there? Teacher? The time for the operation is almost here!" Kyoraku Shunsui asked softly. Qianwu found that the bedroom door was ajar. She pushed it open gently and saw Yamabuki Detang sleeping on Unohana's legs.

Qianwu was just about to wake up Yamabuki Ditang when Unohana hurriedly pressed her lips to stop her from speaking.

Kyoraku Shunsui soon saw this scene. Even if he didn't believe this usually unreliable teacher, he would still believe Unohana.

"Captain Unohana, what on earth is going on..." Kyoraku Shunsui lowered his voice, but unexpectedly, such a slight sound still woke up Yamabuki Detou.

I opened my eyes slightly and the sunlight outside was a little dazzling. Is it dawn?

"How long will it take?" asked Yamabuki Ditang.

"One hour and fifteen minutes." Unohana said gently, "You can still sleep for another fifteen minutes."

"Chimai and Kyoraku are here too? Don't worry, let me sleep for another fifteen minutes. Usually, I wake up early when there is nothing to do, but now, I have important things to do, but I can't get enough sleep." Yamabuki Ditang said as he fell into a deep sleep again.

Kyoraku Shunsui and Chimai had no choice but to wait here for another fifteen minutes. Unohana gently smoothed Yamabuki Detang's hair with her hands.

As soon as fifteen minutes were up, Yamabuki Ditang opened his eyes as if a timer was installed in his body.

"Teacher, why aren't you anxious?" Kyoraku Shunsui asked in a low voice.

"Is it useful to be anxious? If being anxious can solve the problem, I will accept it even if it makes me die of anxiety." Yamabuki Ditang took out his own chilled wine and took two sips.

Qian Wu asked stiffly, "It's not good to drink before surgery, right?"

"You can rest assured. Today I will tell you a business secret. There is no alcohol in the wine brewed by my family, so you can drink it to your heart's content! How about it?" Shanbuki Ditang said with a proud smile.

None of this matters now, right? What matters is my sister's surgery, right?

Yamabuki Detang patted his cheeks and then soaked his hands in ice water, using this method to bring his mental state to the highest level.

"Okay, let's go!" Yamabuki Ditang took a deep breath and said, "Luqu Bayunzhai, you will be my first guinea pig. Don't worry, even if the operation fails and you go to hell, I will chase you to hell and continue to operate on you until it succeeds."

A group of dead people came to the Fourth Division and saw the captain-in-chief sitting there. Yamabuki Ditang smiled. The old man always said that he was cold-blooded and could sacrifice anyone to protect Soul Society, but didn’t his old friend Bingzhong come in person?