Chapter 1691

"... his bones and muscles were seriously injured, but he should have taken the relevant magic medicine in time. At present, he has recovered more than half - that's why the owner said that Mr. McLean was not worried about his life."

"So, the biggest problem now is the overdraft caused by excessive use of magic... And it's still quite serious. I've just given him vitality tonic, but obviously, I haven't seen any effect so far."

At Maka's bedside, Mrs. Michelle, the current therapist of the brova family, is telling everyone about her diagnosis.

Mrs. Michelle is a senior therapist. In terms of treatment level, she will never be worse than any therapist in St. mangori in the past. However, it seemed that she was helpless about Maka who was in a coma.

To tell the truth, Mrs. Michelle, who traveled around the world to increase her treatment experience in her youth, has experienced quite a number of patients, and she has not never encountered cases of syncope due to excessive curse and overdraft.

However, she had never heard of a situation as serious as Maka.

You know, everyone's body has a self-protection mechanism. Once it reaches the level beyond its own limit, that person will soon lose consciousness.

However, Maka's situation is different.

Although he was also unconscious in the end, before that, his spirit had been overdrawn to the extent that he had already exceeded the conventional limit.

Of course, if this is because Maka's willpower is extremely strong, it makes sense. But the problem is that not only his mental power is nearly exhausted, but also his magic power is almost exhausted.

In this case, such as vitality tonic, which works based on the user's magic, naturally can't work at all.

"Mrs. Michelle, the general situation has been understood. Please."

After listening to the other party's analysis, Mr. brova nodded at her - no matter where, the "doctor" who treats and saves people is always respected, which applies even in brova fort.

When Mrs. Michelle heard what brova said, she stood up clearly and said with a slight salute:

"I'm willing to serve the owner, although I don't seem to be able to help this time... I'll go out first."

When the therapist responsible for the diagnosis of Maka left the room, a group of friends gathered around Maka's bed again and looked at his still pale face with worry.

"Mr. brova, excuse me... Is this halbo?"

The person who asked this sentence was Delphi. It's just her question. In fact, it can't be regarded as a question. She just wants to reconfirm it through Willie's father's answer.

When no one knows when Marca will wake up, she, Delphi, will never spare that guy Haier Bo.

Even now, she is just a Muggle who can't even release the floating spell.

"Helbo..." Mr. brova said softly, "who else can force Mr. McLean into this situation besides him?"

As a man who has just fought side by side with Maka, his answer is more of an exclamation.

Brova's strength can be said to be the top of this era, but if Maka had not restrained Haier Bo's action for him before and then resisted the giant fire snake, he might not have been able to connect to irbo.

Even after that, although he did successfully complete the sealing magic, he finally found that he could do nothing except take Maka away when Maka was in a coma and only he was left at the scene.

No matter what magic it is, it can't do any damage to halbo - even if the other party has become a live target that can't move.

Knowing that most of the other party would soon break free of the seal, brova only came back in a hurry with the unconscious Maka.

It must be said that the huge gap with Haier Bo has made brova wonder if there is something wrong with the world?

After a long silence, Mr. brova finally took the lead in leaving Maka's room, leaving a group of young people, including his daughter Willie, to accompany Maka silently.

And he himself, as the owner of the brova family, must be busy next.

"The seal can last for a few more hours at most... And the situation after that is completely unknown."

Talking to himself like this in his heart, Mr. brova adjusted his collar and left the tower quickly along the steps not far away.

……

Maka had a dream, a dream that he missed very much.

In this dream, he still lives in the attic of the bar east of toboint. He goes out late and returns early every day, living a life of day and night.

To be honest, such days are actually very tired. The heavy moisture in the port city makes the bedding damp all year round. Even if he only sleeps in a dry day, it is difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue he has accumulated all night.

And the dream seemed surprisingly real, because he did feel a deep fatigue that seemed to linger.

It was not until he came down from the attic and said hello to uncle Angelu, who was pickling fish and doing pre business preparations in the back kitchen of the bar, that he was awakened by the "Uncle Angelu" in his dream, who was wearing a women's wizard's robe with pink lace and waving a magic wand to cook this unknown meal.

"Oh!"

Maka, who suddenly opened her eyes, startled Hermione and others who had been guarding by the bed - perhaps because Mrs. Michelle's helpless appearance deepened everyone's uneasiness. They didn't expect that Maka woke up much earlier than they expected.

"Maka, are you... Okay?"

Hearing Hermione's inquiry in her ear, Marca, who still had the lady's beard in her mind, finally put it behind her head and turned her head with a little difficulty.

"Well, it's all right -" Marca was saying that, but she soon sighed again. "I want to say that, but unfortunately... As I am now, it won't be convincing?"

"Marca!" Willie pursed her lips and called him with some complaints.

Seeing this, Maka had to look around at so many faces by the bed and smiled helplessly.

"The situation is very bad," he said frankly after all. "Although I came back bolted - thanks to your father, but next..."

As he spoke, he could only shake his head slightly weakly.

"... I'm afraid I can't recover my strength in a short time."