"Water!" Madara's voice was hoarse, and he shouted weakly and unconsciously.
A stream of clear water flowed along the corner of his mouth, quenching Madara's thirst.
Madara reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at the people who surrounded him, and slowly spoke out with his chapped lips, "How long have I been asleep? Xiao San, is he okay?"
"Brother Madara, you finally woke up! You don't know that you have been sleeping for three days!" Oscar, who had the closest relationship with Madara, was the first to say.
"Ahem! It doesn't matter." Madara struggled to get up from the bed, but found that he was so weak that he could only let others pin him down on the bed again.
"I'm fine! Xiao San, where is he?" Madara looked around and found that the familiar figure did not appear, and asked with a frown.
"He has gone to seek treatment for you Soul Master. He may not be back for a few days! You must have a good rest these days!" Xiao Wu said, and the gruel that had been prepared was already served.
"I'm not that fragile yet! I'll do it by myself!" Even though Madara was in bed with me, his proud and arrogant character didn't change. He still stubbornly wanted to do it by himself.
"Brother Madara, you are seriously injured, so you should take a good rest!" Oscar took the initiative and started feeding Madara.
"You go back first, just let Oscar be here! Don't disturb his rest!" Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was giving orders to everyone at this time.
After everyone heard this, they thought it would be better to leave Banner alone to recover quietly, so they filed out one by one.
Oscar After finishing feeding, he quickly backed away in fear, ignoring Madara's look that wanted to kill him.
You didn't even listen to what I said? It seems that once I recover from my injury, your training will also be put on the agenda! Madara looked at Oscar who escaped in embarrassment under his own death gaze, and thought to himself.
"The injury is really serious!" Madara raised his palm with difficulty, and the pale color on it was without any vitality.
Madara turned his head slightly and looked at the mirror beside the bed, and saw that he looked frail. His original black hair had turned gray, his cold and handsome face had become as thin as a skin and bones, his cheeks were deeply sunken and his cheekbones were high and he looked like he was about to die soon.
It's been a long time since I've experienced such a weak feeling! It seems that the last time was after the sneak attack by that bastard Black Zetsu.
Madara is very dissatisfied with his current physical condition, but he also knows to follow the treatment instructions Soul Master.
No matter how arrogant Madara is, he will never make fun of his body. The body is the capital of revolution. Even in the previous lives of Shinobi World and Medical Ninja, many people still obeyed their instructions.
But Xiao San can be safe and sound, it's all worth it! A smile finally appeared on Madara's skinny face.
"Did he drink all the porridge?" Grandmaster stood with his hands behind his hands outside the infirmary and asked with concern.
"Don't worry! Grandmaster! Don't worry when I do the work!" Oscar said proudly, showing Yu Xiaogang the empty bowl.
"That's good!" Flender on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how proud Madara was. If he couldn't accept his current situation, the consequences would be disastrous if he went on a hunger strike.
Madara was not as fragile as he imagined. After all, how could a person with an iron will who had experienced death twice be defeated by this little predicament.
Ban in the room was still completely ignorant of everything happening outside. He just tried to open his Martial Soul Sharingan, but felt an extremely painful pain and could only give up temporarily.
"Is it too overdrawn?" Madara felt that his vision was blurry and subconsciously touched his eye sockets.
He still knew what happened to his junior in his previous life. No matter how powerful he was, he had to pay a painful price.
"I'm afraid it's completely turned on this time!" Madara Wushen's eyes were staring at the white ceiling, and he was constantly thinking in his heart.
Ban is aware of the side effects of long-term use of Mangekyō Sharingan, which may lead to the risk of blindness.
In this world, Madara's Sharingan Martial Soul is unique, and there is absolutely no other pair that can make up for his shortcomings.
Even if there were, Madara would never accept her brother's eyes, which had become her nightmare.
However, Madara suddenly thought of something different about himself when he was in a coma. That difference was the feeling when he turned on Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
There should be something that can directly catalyze Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, otherwise Madara's forced overdraft would not be a problem of slightly blurred vision, and it would not be surprising even if he was blind.
What exactly is it?
Madara fell into hard thinking, but he couldn't think of the key, so he had no choice but to give up and close his eyes to rest.
"Shrek Academy Grandmaster disciple Tang San comes to pay a visit to the senior!" Tang San saluted respectfully to the old woman in front of him.
"So you are a disciple of Grandmaster! This kid Lingling mentioned you to me, and of course your brother!" Although the old woman was almost octogenarian, she still looked energetic, and she said with a smile as she took a sip of tea.
"Tang San came here this time to ask senior to take action on my brother Madara!" Tang San said with sincere eyes and a sincere tone.
"I see! But brothers must also settle accounts! What can we Ye Family get?" After hearing this, the old woman pondered for a while, and then slowly spoke.
"You can get a promise from us two brothers! You can also get rewards from our college!" Tang San said still neither humble nor overbearing.
"Your promise?" The old woman looked like she didn't want to believe it, and said with a dumb smile.
"Then do you know who hurt my brother?" Tang San obviously expected that he, a little-known boy, would not be able to sway this person, so he said calmly.
"Who?"
"Dugu Bo!" Tang San slowly spit out these three words, looking calm and calm.
The old woman was obviously shocked, and her eyes turned to Liu Erlong aside.
Liu Erlong closed his eyes and rested beside him, feeling extremely surprised in his heart.
When he first came in, Tang San secretly told Liu Erlong to try to be as silent as possible while Tang San would talk to him. Although Liu Erlong didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling, he still agreed.
"A Soul Ancestor who escaped with his life at the hands of Titled Douluo! How far do you think my brother can reach?" Tang San stood up like this, leaning forward slightly with his hands on the table, staring at the eyes of the old woman opposite him with lustful eyes and said, ""
"Don't worry! Dugu Bo won't pursue it!" Tang San saw hesitation on the other person's face and immediately spoke to dispel the other person's concerns.
The whole room fell into silence. You could only hear the old woman's fingers tapping the table rhythmically. After a while, she said, "Okay! Let Lingling accompany you first! I'll prepare for a while and I'll be there soon!"
Done!