Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior

"you……"

"Lord Sifang."

Uchiha Shinji was about to say something when he saw the pharmacist looking behind him and calling him a gentle smile.

Shinji immediately closed his mouth, and the four magatama in his eyes dispersed, turning into deep black pupils again.

"Doctor, thank you for taking care of this child."

Uchiha patted Shinji on the shoulder, then looked at the pharmacist with a stiff smile and said, "How is the child's injury?"

"How's the injury?"

The pharmacist paused and looked at Shinji with a half-smile. He shook his head at the look he gave and said with a smile, "Fortunately, except for some excessive blood loss, there is nothing serious."

"But I'm not sure whether the blood type is suitable, so I don't dare to give him random blood transfusions. I'd rather wait and adjust slowly after returning home."

"Oh, you are a civilian doctor, right?" Sifang seemed to find the pharmacist's fuss a bit funny, and said calmly, "Uchiha's bloodline is stronger than you think, and there won't be any serious rejection."

After that, he looked down at Uchiha Shinji, who had remained silent throughout, and said in a gentle tone: "How do you feel about your body? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"For example, eyes..."

Looking at the expectant eyes in all directions of Uchiha, Shinji lowered his head and shook it without saying a word.

"Don't worry." The pharmacist on the side also smiled and assisted, "I checked very carefully. There is nothing wrong with his eyes."

"...Is this so?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Sifang's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment. He sighed secretly and raised his palm on the opponent's shoulder. He said in his heart: "That's right. Shinji's character is too indifferent and his talent is not very good." Sample."

"There was no sign of opening his eyes until he was eleven years old. Even the poisonous gas failed to successfully open his eyes. It seems that there will be no hope of opening his eyes in the future."

As the leader of the Uchiha clan, he knew something about this child named Uchiha Shinji.

His mother died in childbirth after giving birth to him, and his father died in the First Ninja War before he could remember.

In other words, Shinji has never seen his parents since he started to remember. He is lonely and indifferent by nature and has few friends and companions. He is usually alone.

Such a withdrawn and indifferent young child was extremely rare among the Uchiha clan, and he left a deep impression on everyone around Uchiha.

After all, without bonds and feelings, it would be difficult to have mood swings, and it would be difficult to successfully open your eyes.

"As long as there's no problem, just take good care of yourself."

Some thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked down at Shinji, who had always remained silent. Uchiha Sifang comforted him in a kind tone: "Don't worry about money. The clan will give part of the money and food to the injured clan members."

"..." Shenji nodded slightly, his tone still calm, "Thank you, clan leader."

After the Uchiha walked away, Shinji raised his head slightly, a hint of indifference flashing in his black eyes.

It seems that the other party's method of winning people's hearts is of no use to him.

"You owe me another favor." The pharmacist reminded him with a smile.

Shinji frowned and asked noncommittally, "When can I go home?"

"Go home?" The pharmacist squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Yes, you can do it now, but I suddenly found that there seems to be something wrong with your eyes. How about I go find it now..."

As soon as these words came out, Uchiha Shinji's paralyzed face couldn't help but twitch, and he looked up at the woman in front of him. The smile on her face seemed to turn into malice in his eyes.

After a long silence, he said expressionlessly: "What do you want?"

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"oh?"

Looking at the house with many peeling walls, the pharmacist looked at Shinji who opened the door with a key in front of him, and asked in surprise: "You are an Uchiha, do you live in a place like this?"

"The pension provided by the village and Uchiha is quite large, right? Why not rent a better place to live?"

Click!

"It's enough." Shinji opened the door and said calmly without looking back, "If you don't like it, even if you take the initiative to cancel the transaction, I won't promise you anything anymore."

After that, he slapped the wall with a familiar hand, which instantly lit up the lights in the room.

"I'm a homeless person. It's good to have a place to live. Who do I have the right to dislike..."

The pharmacist was talking with a smile on his face, but after stepping into the room, the smile suddenly froze on his face.

She only heard a crackling sound under her feet, and she kicked away the bottles and cans piled on the ground.

The house in front of me is not exactly a hygienic one. There are stacked cans and boxes everywhere at the door of the house, and the simple furniture in the house is filled with sundries and clothes.

"...Ha, haha." The pharmacist smiled dryly and said politely, "The place where you live is full of a strong atmosphere of life."

High emotional intelligence, breath of life.

Low EQ, really sloppy.

However, from a certain perspective, the appearance of this room does fit Shinji's indifferent character.

"The second bedroom over there is yours from now on."

Shinji pointed to the room next to him and said in a calm tone: "I only promise you accommodation, but I will not be responsible for your food and clothing."

After saying that, he walked to the sofa in the living room where clothes were piled up, and sat on the few vacancies left on the sofa.

"…Then I still want to thank you."

Looking down at the instant lunch boxes on the floor, the pharmacist felt that he had been speechless as many times today as he had in a year.

The way you eat it, even if you dare to be responsible, I wouldn't dare to eat it.

"Very good!" The pharmacist suddenly clapped his hands and said to himself with a smile on his face, "Then let's clean up the room first. After all, this is where we will live in the future!"

Hearing this, Shinji, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled for a moment and turned to look at the woman expressionlessly.

Just do what the pharmacist says, and the movements are very neat.

"Lift your feet."

She picked up a mop and came to Shinji with a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was the master.

Shinji subconsciously raised his feet and watched the pharmacist sweep around the room.

Not even two hours later, the clean floor could already reflect the sunlight coming in from the window, and the light red halo also reflected the much tidier room.

"call!"

The pharmacist reached out and opened the window, turned to look at Shinji in the living room, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you feel?"

Fresher air rushed into the room, and some dust rose from the ground.

"...What?" Shinji was stunned for a moment subconsciously, "How does it feel?"

The pharmacist squinted his eyes and said in a gentle tone: "Do you have this feeling of 'Ah, it turns out that the room can be so tidy, and it turns out that it's good to have one more person!'"

Shinji stared blankly at the woman, the pale red light shining on her side face.

For a moment, Shinji felt like she was glowing.

This is a very wonderful feeling, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and peace of mind, like a beam of light shining in my heart, and the darkness in my heart is inexplicably dispersed.

But he quickly came back to his senses, avoided the other person's teasing gaze, and turned to look out the other window.

But I was shocked to see a snow-white pigeon landing on the edge of the window at some point.

"Cuckoo?"

As if seeing Shinji discovering him, the pigeon tilted its head and looked at him, then spread its wings and flew into the room, fluttering over Shinji's head.

Shinji subconsciously followed the white shadow and saw the white pigeon resting on the pharmacist's shoulder. He blurted out: "Is this the pigeon you raised?"

The pharmacist was not surprised by the arrival of the white pigeon. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the white pigeon's head.

"Gu Gu Gu~"

Bai Ge also rubbed her palm, with a look of human enjoyment on his face.

"Yes." The pharmacist took out some feed from his pocket, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "They are the pigeons I raised."

As she spoke, she glanced out the window, and saw a white head disappearing into the tree in an instant.