Chapter 95
"Doctor Karin, I think I've been overusing my Byakugan. My left eye isn't working properly. I can't see anything! What's happening to me?"
Karin sighed, adjusting her glasses before glancing at the boy sitting across from her. "Well... could it be because you have an eyepatch on your left eye? Maybe try taking it off?"
The young man blinked, hesitated, then did as she suggested. His vision immediately returned to normal.
"Oh my god! A miracle doctor! Doctor Karin, thank you so much! I can see the light again!" He grinned like a fool, leaving Karin completely speechless.
These idiots weren't here because they were actually sick. They just used the excuse of seeing a doctor to get closer to Karin. As the village's primary medical ninja, she was responsible for teaching medical techniques to the newer generation. Missions were dangerous, and having medical knowledge was crucial, so many young shinobi thought it was a good idea to build a relationship with her.
Besides, Karin had grown into a stunning beauty. Her long, bright red hair and signature red-framed glasses gave her an intellectual yet alluring look. Her deep crimson eyes always carried a subtle charm.
She wore a light purple top that hugged her figure. Though she wasn't particularly well-endowed, her pale, delicate midriff was exposed. Black shorts accentuated her curves, while her long legs were covered in black stockings, wrinkled slightly from sitting too long—an unintentional yet seductive touch.
These features alone were enough to make many teenage boys secretly fall for her. And since she was still single, countless brave souls had mustered the courage to confess to her. Yet every time, she would gently reject them, saying she already had someone she loved—though she never revealed who.
Naturally, this drove the boys crazy. No one knew which lucky bastard had captured their goddess's heart, but they weren't going to give up.
After all, their village had a fine tradition of "poaching" talent. Over the years, many skilled shinobi had been recruited from outside, significantly expanding their ranks. And they weren't about to forget that tradition now.
"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. My shift is over." Karin glanced at the clock—it was exactly time to clock out. Their official working hours were from 9:55 to 5:00, but their black-hearted boss had tried enforcing unpaid overtime.