Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 592 Hidden Life

"It's a high-temperature burn, thankfully there's no infection. It's been bandaged up, the dressing is changed once a day, and it only needs two days of rest."

In the treatment room of Sunagakure Hospital, the medical ninja was a middle-aged woman. Her hands moved quickly and efficiently. She wrapped the last piece of bandage around her fingertips twice, tucked it into the gap next to her, tied a knot, and then gently pressed it to make sure it was just the right tightness.

She looked up and gave instructions to the three people standing beside the hospital bed. She felt a little strange. It was already rare enough for the Kazekage to personally accompany a girl to the hospital. The high-ranking officials of Sunagakure were also with her. And why did these three people look at her so strangely?

"...High-temperature burns?"

Temari stared blankly at the neatly wrapped white bandage on Naruko's arm.

"That's right. You must not move your arm vigorously until the burn is completely treated, otherwise it will leave a bad scar."

The doctor spoke with a regretful tone, his gaze falling on Naruko's delicate face, and he sighed silently in his heart.

The desert environment isn't great; it's windy, sandy, and dry. Pretty girls are few and far between. Someone like the one in front of you, with her golden twin ponytails, blue eyes, and exquisite features that make her look like she stepped out of a painting, is incredibly rare.

And this hair color and hairstyle... is the same color as the Fourth Hokage of Konoha? The doctor shook his head in his mind, banishing this somewhat outlandish thought.

"……scar?"

"Um, did you check it carefully? No... is it enough to just replace the materials?"

"Change the materials?"

The doctor frowned. "You can't rely on folk remedies for this kind of injury! Honestly, don't take chances with other people's illnesses."

At that moment, a nurse pushed open the door and came in. She was holding a file folder in her hand. She bowed slightly to Gaara and then handed the file folder to him.

"Lord Kazekage, the test results you requested are in."

The doctor found this strange. The burns weren't severe enough to damage the bone, and there was no need for an X-ray. But for some reason, Gaara insisted on taking an X-ray of the girl named "Naruko's" arm.

Gaara tremblingly took the file folder. He untied the rope, reached into the folder, touched the slightly cool film, and pulled it out.

A specially made photograph is presented before your eyes.

Temari and Kankuro rushed forward, their shoulders bumping together, but neither of them paid any attention, their eyes fixed on the X-ray image.

It is a normal, delicate human skeleton.

Metacarpals, phalanges, ulna, radius—each one is clearly visible, perfectly matching the overall impression of Naruko, a slender yet strong skeleton belonging to a young woman.

Gaara put down the photo, his face blank with a look of disbelief at reality.

Was it a dream?

"Yes, it must be another dream." A voice in his head said this calmly.

He was all too familiar with that feeling—the ecstasy of "the thing you've been longing for has finally appeared," and the despair of "waking up to find there's nothing there."

If a person is preoccupied with something, that thing will appear in their dreams.

For example, if someone dreams of owning a nice car and thinks about it day and night, they might dream that they actually own a nice car.

Although it may temporarily fulfill one's desires, the sense of loss upon waking up, from having gained something only to lose it again, can plunge a person into a deep depression.

Gaara believes that he is in that situation.

"Sorry, Gaara."

A voice came from behind. Naruko Uzumaki got off the hospital bed, her hands wrapped in white bandages. She walked up to Gaara.

"Because I didn't know how to say it or how to explain it, I kept it from you."

"Let's go back first. I'll explain what happened."

Gaara nodded numbly, and Temari didn't react much. She just couldn't see the highlights, while Kankuro looked like he'd seen a ghost.

This wasn't a metaphor; his mind was racing. Wait a minute, this is a puppet, isn't it? The movable skeleton inside was something he made himself!

Those joints, those gears, those internal structures he spent countless days and nights perfecting—why do they look like real human bodies in the photos? Am I really not fully awake?!

He pinched his thigh hard with his fingers, wincing in pain. It wasn't a dream. He was awake. So what was happening?!

Amidst the doctor's curious and somewhat curious gaze regarding Naruko's identity, the four left the hospital.

No one spoke the rest of the way, and no one initiated a conversation; the atmosphere was frighteningly heavy.

Finally, the group returned home. Naruko opened the door with her key, and inside came the familiar light, the familiar air, and the familiar smell of tatami mats.

Temari was the last to enter, and she closed the door behind her. The lock clicked into place, shutting out the outside world.

As soon as she closed the door, Naruko Uzumaki sighed. She raised her uninjured hand, rested it on her chin, and pondered where to begin. From the very beginning? From the day she woke up? From the moment she realized she was conscious? Or from the day she decided to stay by Gaara's side?

Sudden.

"Bang!"

There was a sound behind me.

Temari suddenly took down the huge three-star fan from behind her, took a step forward, and stood in front of Kankuro, whose face was full of fear, holding the three-star fan horizontally in front of her.

"What...what exactly did you do? Could it be that you kidnapped that child? If you really did such a thing, I will never forgive you."

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