"That's right, if you forcefully use your fighting energy now, your poor muscles and veins may burst, and you will really be a useless person from now on."
Old Woz was very certain about this, and his words were not alarmist, but factual.
"Isn't there any medicine that can treat wounds in the tendons?"
However, the young man didn't want to waste two or three months like this. If his muscles and veins were damaged and he couldn't use his fighting energy, he would definitely lose his job as a gladiator in the Coliseum, and even his simple independent residence would be recycled.
Most of the work of other slaves is heavy physical work. They cannot use fighting energy and their physical strength is not high. Most of them are not qualified for those jobs. After losing their residence and stable source of income, can they still work here in Tieyu?
It is difficult to support oneself in the city.
Add to that the debts owed by Mayena and Old Woz... just thinking about those things gives me a headache.
Old Woz snorted coldly and broke the young man's expectations. He said: "There are some miraculous medicines that can speed up the repair of tendons and even improve the quality of tendons. But those are rare things. I don't have them on hand. Even if I have them, you are so poor.
The kid doesn’t have the luxury to enjoy it either.”
"Okay, please be quiet and I'll lie down for a while."
The young man suddenly felt a severe headache. He sighed and wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, escaping the bad reality in his dreams for the time being.
However, Old Woz raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Haven't you had enough sleep after sleeping for three days and three nights?"
"What? I've been sleeping for three days?!"
This really surprised the young man. He glanced out the window before and found that it was dusk now. He thought he had just been lying there for a few hours, but he didn't expect that he had been lying there for three days. (The medical room is not located in the underground city.
, but on the ground with better light transmission and ventilation.)
"That's right, you kid just slept for three days. If you are not hungry now and want to sleep, you can continue to sleep. If you are hungry, you can try to eat the bread on the bedside plate first."
After saying that, Old Woz put the plate of bread on his table on the bedside table next to the boy.
"I'm going to tell those tiger men about your waking up now. They seem to have something to find you."
"good......."
Boom!
When the boy was about to ask those tiger men what they wanted to do with him, old Woz, who was sitting next to him a few seconds ago, had already slammed the door and walked out.
"This old guy moves really fast."
Gu~
As soon as he sighed, the boy's stomach also started to growl.
If old Woz wasn't kidding himself, he really hadn't eaten for three days.
Regardless of whether this was true or not, I did feel hungry anyway, to be precise - starving.
"Only bread?"
The young man turned his head and looked at the bread on the bedside. Although he should have hot porridge as a sick person, he didn't force it due to limited conditions now.
When the boy wanted to reach out and take it, two groups of white bandages blocked his view.
"How...how do I eat?"
Only then did the young man remember that his hands were inconvenient, and because he had received a knife and stitches on his chest, it was painful for him to stand up even slightly, and other large-scale movements were also difficult to achieve.
Judging from the current situation, he will not be able to get out of bed for at least a week, and it will be difficult to take care of himself during the recovery period.
Normally, a seriously ill person like him needs someone to help him eat, drink, and relieve himself. However, although the young man knew many people in Tieyu City, he did not have close friends with any of them, and no one had the obligation to take care of him.
"Tsk...it's troublesome."
The young man realized the seriousness of the current situation. Most of the people in Tieyu City were unable to afford early benefits, and no one would be a good person. But now that his assets were negative, he could not afford anyone to take care of him.
And since he couldn't use fighting energy, it was also impossible to use fighting energy to repair his body. In other words, before he could use fighting energy to speed up his recovery, he could only lie in bed and rest like this.
For me who cannot move freely, small things that I usually don't care about have become very difficult now.
Just like now, the distance between the boy and the bread on the plate is only one foot, but it is like a chasm in the sky.
The hungry boy lay on the bed and tried his best to stretch his arms, but he could only reach his right hand above the bread. Although his arm was long enough, it was stuck on the edge of the bedside table.
This short bedside table is now like a cliff hanging above his head. Although he can get over this obstacle as long as he lifts his upper body, but because his ribs were operated on not long ago, this action will easily affect the wound. And even if
His right hand touched the bread and he couldn't pick it up. After all, he didn't have a single finger to move freely.
Is he really so useless now that he can't even eat the food on the bedside?
"I...don't believe it..."
Since you can't do it in bed, try getting out of bed.
While the boy was thinking this, he supported the mattress with his right elbow and slowly turned over. The movement of his hand was a little bigger and he pulled the incision on his chest. The clear pain immediately made him break into a cold sweat. But the boy's movements still made him break out in a cold sweat.
He didn't stop, he was still trying to turn over.
As long as he turns over, his intact legs can land on the ground to complete the "stand up" action, and then he can hold the bread with his arms so that he can eat it.
"It's almost... done... ah?!"
However, the plump ideal finally lost to the skinny reality. When the boy successfully turned over, his body fell over the edge of the bed towards the ground before his toes could reach the ground.
Boom!
The boy fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Fortunately, the bed was not high, so it was not a big deal if someone else rolled down with the quilt.
But now there is another problem, he seems to be unable to get up.
He wanted to prop up his body with his knees, but found that the wound on his chest would produce tearing pain when he exerted force. His two injured hands had no effect at this time. At most, he was only half an inch off the ground.
After a while, he will have to be allowed to continue to have close contact with the ground again.
"Hey? What did I see?"
Just as the young man was lying on the ground depressed and making useless efforts, a joking female voice rang out from the quiet medical room.
"You are so interested that you wiped the floor with your face."
Although the voice and tone sounded familiar, the boy couldn't remember the owner of the voice for a while. He just thought it was an acquaintance, so he replied angrily: "You take it as I thought! Stop making sarcastic remarks, okay?"
Come and help me."
"Oh?! You are so capable, you dare to command me?"
With just this sentence, the mysterious woman had already moved from the door to the boy's side, her steps as fast as a gust of wind, a silent gust of wind.
"Ah? Uh-huh!!"
Before the boy could fully react, the woman's hands were already on his shoulders, and then she threw him and the quilt back on the bed as if she was lifting a quilt.
"Teach...? Hmm!"
Although his head was shaken and he was dizzy, the young man had already remembered the identity of the visitor. However, when he wanted to shout, a cold columnar foreign object was stuffed into his mouth.
The perpetrator sighed softly and said helplessly: "Don't call me that. I don't want anyone to know about our relationship."
"Huh? Huh?!"
When the young man took a closer look, he realized that what was in his mouth was the long loaf of bread that had caused him so much trouble.
"Um...poof! Long time no see, Miss Fred, there should be no problem in calling you this, right?"
After spitting out the bread in his mouth, the boy with cold sweat on his forehead pretended to be calm and greeted the woman in front of the bed.
The woman in front of her was wearing a black hooded robe, and the long brim of the hood blocked the sun. This made her appearance hidden in the shadows, making her face unclear to others. However, because she was not wearing a mask, she was facing directly.
The boy looking at her could still see clearly.
This woman is an elf, a night elf. There is a scar on her delicate face, but this does not affect her beauty, but makes this gorgeous face more wild.
"There shouldn't be a problem. Anyway, if there is a problem, it's just a few more corpses...don't you think so?"
With a smile on her face, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and the boy immediately moved aside to make enough room.
The young man replied nonchalantly: "Anyway, Tieyu City is the territory of the organization, so what are you worried about?"
The beautiful elf sitting sideways next to the boy is named Butterfried. He is a cadre of the notorious killer organization Laughing Puppet. He ranks fourth on the killer list and is known as the Butterfly of the Underworld.
As a top killer who kills people as easily and naturally as drinking water and eating, who dares to tell the truth about the life and death she is joking about?
"You are still as shrewd as ever, how dare you try to trick me at this time?"
Ming Die guessed the intention of the young man's words as soon as he heard it. Knowing that this guy was still as dishonest as before, he raised his eyebrows and poked the young man's chest with his right index finger.
"Ugh!"
And this is poking the boy's wound. If the wound is not healed, this little stimulation can cause serious pain.
"Stop! Stop! I was wrong!"
The boy was not going to take advantage of the meaningless suffering, not to mention that his opponent this time was unreasonable, so he immediately raised the white flag.
As the saying goes, a man can bend and stretch, so it's no big deal to give in at times like this.
"Oh? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
However, the night elf did not stop. The corners of her mouth raised, and her fingertips continued to tap on the boy's bandaged chest like a sparrow pecking at rice.
Hey, hey! You're going too far!
"you!"
The young man's complexion gradually turned livid, and "elegant words" were about to come out of his mouth.
"uh-huh?"
Ming Die raised his eyebrows and increased the strength on his fingers.
"Ah! Sister! I was wrong!"
In some cases, it is actually not understandable to ask a woman for mercy.
A truly good man should be hard when he should be hard and soft when he should be soft.
"Haha! Okay then! I'll let you go this time."
Seeing that the young man had completely surrendered, Ming Die finally removed his hand with satisfaction.
"We haven't seen each other for a while. I remember I should have left you at the Findara branch, but you ended up here instead?"
"It's a long story..."
No matter how the young man speculated about Mingdie's motives, she was his savior. This was undeniable to the young man, but as far as leaving him in the Fendalar helm was concerned, he didn't want to make any comments.
After all, he received a lot of extremely unfriendly "education" there.