"Puh!!" The moment Orochimaru finished speaking, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Orochimaru-sama, the operation isn't over yet. Please don't speak for now; it'll interrupt my surgery. I won't allow any patient I'm treating to die, not even Orochimaru-sama." Yakushi Kabuto frowned, wiped away the blood Orochimaru had spat out, and spoke.
"Hehe, your persistence usually seems so ridiculous, but now it feels very dependable." Orochimaru turned his eyes toward Yakushi Kabuto.
Yakushi Kabuto did not answer Orochimaru. He took several spare organs from the storage containers beside him, replaced Orochimaru's organs that had been destroyed in the explosion, and then stitched him up. Yakushi Kabuto's Medical Ninjutsu was extremely skilled—by some measures, it was no worse than Tsunade's.
A pained expression appeared on Orochimaru's face. Sweat streamed continuously down his face, and his teeth bit through his lips until blood trickled out, yet he did not make a sound. Only after Yakushi Kabuto had finished the operation, stitched Orochimaru's body back together, and wrapped it in bandages did he relax.
"Kabuto, your skills are still as good as ever. You truly are my right hand." Orochimaru smiled at Yakushi Kabuto.
Yet Yakushi Kabuto showed no smile. With a serious expression, he said, "Orochimaru-sama, your condition is far from optimistic. Your original body needs a new vessel. Otherwise, in your current state, your vitality may be exhausted within three days, and you'll die. No medicine can change that."
"Where is Sasuke? Where is Sasuke?" Orochimaru suddenly shouted, his expression turning ugly.
"Orochimaru-sama, you simply can't wait for Sasuke. It will take at least seven days to get here from Konoha. You must choose from the spare bodies first. If necessary, I can also do it." Yakushi Kabuto said.
Orochimaru said darkly, "Damn Chen Fan, he ruined my plan.