At this moment, Muzan had no time to worry about the Uchiha. He was busy at the hospital.
There were too many injured ninja and not enough beds, so several wooden boards had to be set up in shady areas as makeshift cots.
Most people could only lie on simple straw mats. If they failed to pull through, the mats could simply be rolled up and buried with them.
Muzan worked on the very front lines of the hospital, treating countless ninja. By the end, he had lost track of how many lives he had saved, and his mind was utterly exhausted.
Having just gone through a major battle, he and the Third Hokage had used one ultimate move after another to suppress the Nine-Tails' power. Forcing it down this way had left his body showing signs of kidney deficiency.
Now, after performing who knew how many surgeries in a row, it was fortunate that Muzan was strong enough not to collapse on the operating table.
"Nurse! Don't let those with lighter injuries take up beds. They don't need chakra treatment either. Disinfect and bandage them, then send them home!"
After several days of hard work, they finally finished dealing with this batch of wounded. Only then did he notice Shisui standing downstairs. Judging by the exhausted look on his face, he had likely been waiting there for several days.
Shisui Uchiha had no complaints. Though his own matter was urgent, the lives of the village's ninja had to come first as well.
"Come with me, Shisui."
The hospital was already packed to the brim. It was not a suitable place to talk.
Muzan knew what Shisui wanted to discuss. He led him somewhere quiet, then, seeing the troubled look on Shisui's face, immediately asked:
"Is it still about the