Playing As Gojo Sato Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Chapter 398

Hozuki Mangetsu turned into a pool of water by the door, feeling a little wronged.

Sasori was indeed categorized as dical staff, but this situation was also expected.

Although he was familiar with poisons, he was also familiar with their antidotes. These two things go hand in hand.

An antidote maker might not know how to make poison, but a poison maker must know what can neutralize their poison. Otherwise, if they accidentally poisoned themselves, it would be a total loss.

How could soone as ticulous as Sasori make such a careless mistake? So, while he studied poisons, he also studied antidotes.

Being familiar with all sorts of poisons and their antidotes, Sasori was naturally quite familiar with various herbs and the like.

In this situation, he would certainly be classified as dical staff.

He had participated in ergency aid and treatnt quite a few tis. However, apart from absolute necessity, he personally preferred to hide away and research his puppets. Due to Sasori’s abilities, Hatake Satoru had considered making him a healer.

This would partially improve the shortcomings of Sasori’s puppets. Puppet masters were originally ant to hide in the shadows and stay in the back.

This role also suited a healer well, so Sasori was evidently very talented as a backup dical ninja.

However, it was a sha that most dical ninjas elsewhere were young girls, while their dical ninja was a young man with the heart of an old uncle. It felt a bit disappointing.

Hatake Satoru walked into the research room. Sasori didn’t speak, as anyone with eyes could understand the situation.

A large incandescent light shone brightly on the sickbed. Uchiha Itachi looked much better than when he first arrived.

However, this was only after his wounds had been treated, and it was because he was already dead.

At this point, it should be possible to proceed with the body’s post-mortem care. For example, applying makeup and then directly putting the body into the incinerator.

The instrunts nearby showed no activity; all that remained was silence.

The IV drip had stopped, and half a bag of blood hung there, neither here nor there, as if it couldn’t find its place.

The researchers stood around, not daring to look up at Hatake Satoru.

Although their boss treated them well, wasn’t it said that people who are usually good-tempered beco even more terrifying when they get angry?

Hatake Satoru wore an eye patch, with only a small part of his face illuminated by the pale light. Most of his face remained hidden in shadow.

His face showed no expression in the conventional sense. When he hid his usual smile, it made people feel a subtle sense of fear.

It wasn’t seriousness, but simply a lack of expression.

His eyes were hidden by the eye patch, and no one knew where he was looking.

Finally, Sasori broke the deathly silence.

"I don’t know why you knew about this so early, but nothing could save him."

"There weren’t any major fatal injuries. His leg has a deep wound, a few broken ribs, and his eyes were taken."

"His cause of death was organ failure. His body rotted from the inside. Whatever you do, the most you could do is keep him alive artificially. There’s no way to save him."

Keeping soone alive artificially was aningless. The best option now might be to turn Uchiha Itachi into Sasori’s puppet, which would preserve him to the greatest extent.

The Uchiha clan’s eyes were taken, which reduced their usability sowhat.

It was incredible that his organs had lasted this long. Uchiha Itachi had taken a lot of dicine to hold on until the last mont.

dicine, if used in moderation, could indeed help soone cling to life as long as possible.

But in excess, it drained the human body. Based on the deterioration of Uchiha Itachi’s internal organs, it was likely he hadn’t just started taking dicine recently.

He had probably been taking too much dicine for a long ti. Although he wouldn’t have lived much longer anyway, this act of overexertion was probably an accelerant to his death.

"Is that so?"

Hatake Satoru touched his chin thoughtfully, as if pondering sothing.

"If you give him to , I might be able to turn him into a puppet..."

Sasori whispered softly into Hatake Satoru’s ear, stopping mid-sentence.

It was fortunate that Hatake Satoru was wearing an eye patch, otherwise, his instantly widened eyes would have revealed his shock.

Hatake Satoru imdiately rejected Sasori’s suggestion. He genuinely wanted to save the person, and turning him into a doll or sothing similar was out of the question.

Furthermore, Sasori’s wording was too strange. He had no such dark desires and found it utterly absurd.

"I have absolutely no interest in that."

"Then there’s nothing we can do."

Seeing Hatake Satoru’s reaction, Sasori understood they were not on the sa page and spread his hands, looking at Hatake Satoru innocently.

"It would be best to make a decision quickly, or the body will rot here."

Sasori paused for a mont and added.

He had been speaking loosely before, but the fact that the body would rot was true.

"Keep him in cold storage. I need to go find soone."

Hatake Satoru’s gaze deepened, and he looked at Sasori with a hint of hesitation, giving Sasori a subtle premonition of sothing unpleasant.

What new trick was this guy planning now?

After speaking, Hatake Satoru waited for the automatic doors to open and walked straight out, leaving the room full of people looking at each other in confusion.

He wanted to bring the dead back to life.

Sasori’s eyes narrowed. In so ways, Hatake Satoru reminded him of Orochimaru.

Although their social interactions and even the gap in their strength were completely different.

Yet, for so reason, he felt a subtle familiarity.

"Just keep him frozen for now. He can co back when he thinks of sothing."

Sasori said to the researchers in the room and then watched as several people pushed the sickbed towards the elevator area.

The body would be taken to the lowest level for refrigeration. Since there were very few people who needed refrigeration, there weren’t many sickbeds there.

As it was a place to store bodies, it had once been one of the areas dical staff least wanted to patrol.

There was no choice. The lower level felt too eerie, and they couldn’t go in without at least three people.

Hatake Satoru went directly from the underground research area to the ground floor. He knew soone who had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Not just restoring soone in extre situations, but truly bringing the dead back to life.

Grandmother Chiyo.

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