"Thank you!"
Might Duy hurriedly bowed along with him in thanks.
"Don't do that. All right, Uncle Duy, lie down too. I'll treat you."
Uchiha Yan waved his hand.
Being around this father and son was really exhausting.
They knelt and bowed at the drop of a hat, and burst into tears whenever they got emotional.
The key was that they were completely sincere.
That made things rather troublesome.
"Good! Good! Sorry for the trouble! Do you want to rest a while before continuing? I'm not in a hurry!"
Might Duy nodded repeatedly in gratitude, then asked with concern.
"It's fine. I can hold on."
Uchiha Yan waved his hand. "Lie down."
"Okay!"
Might Duy said no more. With tears in his eyes, he lay down.
Uchiha Yan began examining him.
The more he examined him, the tighter his brows drew. He could not help saying, "Uncle Duy, your condition is far more severe than Guy's!"
"The hidden injuries and damage aren't a big deal. You've even overdrawn your vitality to this extent."
"The fact that you're still alive is simply a miracle."
What was even more outrageous was that, according to the original timeline, he would still be able to open the Eight Gates Released Formation a few years later and take down four of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist in one go.
All he could say was that life was truly mysterious.
Might Duy's willpower had far exceeded the limits of ordinary human understanding.
"Is it really this bad?"
As soon as Might Guy heard that, his face went deathly pale. He stared anxiously at Uchiha Yan and asked, "Lord Yan, is there any way to treat him?"
Before Uchiha Yan could answer, Might Duy grinned and waved at his son. "Don't worry, Guy! I know