Kakuzu was discharged from the hospital.
He was on his knees, stroking his chest with an agonized expression...
"What's wrong, Father?" Seeing him like that, Konan hurriedly asked from beside him, sounding a little nervous.
"Did the doctor not fix you up properly? Should we go back and have him take another look?"
"No! I'm fine! No need!" Kakuzu sprang to his feet.
What Kakuzu felt now was even worse than those four heart attacks earlier...
Those few days in the hospital had cost him tens of thousands of ryo... tens of thousands...
When had he ever spent that much money...
A whole five-digit sum...
"Konan, tell me, who brought me to the hospital?" Kakuzu turned a piercing gaze on her.
He desperately wanted to give that person a good hard slap. A heart attack? Why not just throw the heart away and replace it? He could take a few rogue ninja bounty jobs at the Black Market and get both money and replacement hearts.
Why take him to a hospital? What a waste.
"Um, I think it was Uncle Orochiroku," Konan said after thinking it over.
"Huh? My money tree... never mind, then." Kakuzu had been about to pull out a cannon and blast whoever Konan named to death, but once he heard it was his money tree, he dropped it. He couldn't afford to offend him...
"Come on, Father, it's only a few tens of thousands of ryo. You have so much money. Don't be so stingy." Konan covered her mouth and giggled.
"A few tens of thousands?! I buy our groceries at midnight every day, just before the market closes, because I'm terrified of paying even a few extra ryo!" Kakuzu clutched his chest in agony.
"Um... don't you love me anymore, Father...?" Konan suddenly gave a