"Beep... beep..."
The instruments sounded rhythmically through the emergency ward, which had undergone tremendous changes, like the steady beat of a peaceful human heart.
"This..."
Amid those electronic sounds, six old scholars gathered together, staring at the scrolls in their hands and looking from one to another. These old scholars, who spent eighty percent of their time together arguing or insisting that their own views were correct, were now rendered speechless.
Every one of them wore an odd expression, and nearly half their faces were stiff.
Other than the faint sounds made by the Medical Ninjas coming and going to observe Chiba's condition, record the instruments' various readings, draw blood from him for regular examinations, or use Medical Ninjutsu to stimulate his immobilized areas, the entire ward was astonishingly quiet—quiet to the point of being eerie.
The Medical Ninjas passing in and out also found it quite strange that the six old scholars, who had been arguing almost every day for the past two days, were now sitting silently in a circle with their heads lowered, seemingly doing who knew what. Every time they entered or left, they could not help glancing over.
Before they knew it, this group of six old scholars—looking at one another, with nearly half of their bodies and expressions stiff except for their heads—had become something of a spectacle in the emergency ward and throughout Chiba's emergency treatment team.
And after leaving the ward and arriving at the Medical Ninjas' waiting room, whispers would often arise again and again: "What's wrong with them?" "No idea. It's like they all collectively stalled." "No way, could Lord Chiba's condition be bad?" "Nothing seems wrong. I checked the data—Lord Chiba's condition is quite stable. He's merely fallen into an unknown coma." "Could there be something in the data