Although Master lay in bed, looking weak and speaking softly,
his condition was vastly better than it had been yesterday.
But when I heard what Master said, I went numb.
I knew we were screwed. Master and Uncle Yu were about to start arguing again, and Master was injured. If they argued so fiercely that his wound split open, that would be bad.
Uncle Yu wasn't about to indulge Master's bragging. Pointing at him, he snapped,
"Song Decai, you idiot fisherman. You bought yourself a lousy landing net, then blamed me for losing your catch.
Your fishing skills are pure garbage."
"Yu Long, you damn idiot, don't push your luck!"
"So what if I push my luck?"
"..."
The ward instantly erupted into chaos.
The other patient in the ward could only stare wide-eyed.
Behind me, Tian Yong tugged on my arm.
"Martial Uncle, what do we do about this?"
I knew both Uncle Yu and Master were furious right now.
One had just gotten destroyed in a game, while the other had just had a sore spot poked.
If no one talked them down, they could argue until dark.
Even though Master had taken a Life-Preserving Pill, arguing like this would still affect his wound healing and his vital energy.
"Master, Uncle Yu, let's both say less. Master, you just had surgery, so don't let your wound split open.
Uncle Yu, let's sit over here and rest for a while. Later, I'll find you a guide for Legend so you can chop Peng the Lame to death..."
There was no other choice. I could only redirect the trouble and get Master and Uncle Yu to stop arguing first.
Although Uncle Yu was furious, he knew Master was injured.
With what I said, I gave him a way out. Uncle