Chapter 1690: Not good

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"... The bones and muscles of the whole body have suffered very serious injuries, but it should be that the relevant potion was taken in time, and most of them have been recovered. Because of this, the owner said that Mr. McLean was not worried about his life. "
"So, the biggest problem now is the overdraft caused by the excessive use of magic ... and it is still a very serious one. I have given him a vitality tonic just now, but it is clear that there is almost no so far See any effect. "
Next to Maca's bed, Mrs. Michel, the current therapist of the Blois family, was telling everyone about her diagnosis.
Mrs. Michelle is a senior therapist. In terms of treatment level, she is definitely not worse than any therapist in St. Mangory in the past. However, it seemed that she was helpless against Maca, who was in a coma.
To be honest, Ms. Michel, who had traveled the world to increase her treatment experience when she was young, has also experienced quite a lot of patients, and she has not encountered any cases of syncope caused by overcasting.
However, to say that such a serious situation as Maca, she had never even heard of it.
You know, everyone's body has a self-protection mechanism. Once it reaches a level beyond its own limit, that person will soon lose consciousness.
However, Maca's situation is different.
Although he was finally in a similar coma, but before that, his spirit had been overdrawn to a level that had already exceeded the conventional limit.
Of course, if this is because Maca's willpower is extremely powerful, it can make sense. But the problem is that not only is his mental power exhausted, but even his magic power is almost consumed.
In this case, such as the vitality tonic, which is based on the magical power of the user, it naturally does not work.
"Mrs. Michel, the general situation is already known, please trouble you."
After listening to the other person's analysis, Mr. Blois nodded at her-no matter where he is, the "healer" who treats and saves people is always respected, and this applies even in Blois. .
And Mrs. Michel, after hearing Blois's words, stood up and gave a little salute:
"I'm willing to work for the homeowner, although this time I didn't seem to be able to help ... Then I will go out first."
The therapist who had been waiting to make a diagnosis for Maca left the room, and then the little friends gathered around Maca's bed again, looking at each other anxiously at his pale, bloodless face.
"Mr. Blois, may I ask ... Is it Haierbo?"
The person who asked this sentence was Delphi. It was just her question, which was no longer a question. She just wanted to reconfirm it through the answer of Velly's father.
In the case where no one knows when Maca will wake up, her Delphi can never spare the guy of Haierbo.
Even now, she is just a Muggle who can't even release the floating spell.
"Herbo ..." Mr. Blois paused, before whispering, "Who else can push Mr. McLean into this situation?"
As a person who has just fought alongside Maca just now, his answer is still more of a sigh.
To say that Blois's strength can already be called the top of this era, but if there was no Maca before he restrained the action of Haierbo, and later he resisted the giant fire snake, he estimates It is impossible to connect near Haierbo.
Even after that, although he did successfully complete the magic of the seal, he eventually found that when Maca was in a coma and there was only one person left at the scene, he discovered that he could do nothing but take Maca away. Here.
No matter what magic it is, it can't cause any damage to Haierbo-even if the opponent has become a living target that cannot move.
Knowing that the other party would probably break the seal soon, Blois had to rush back with the unconscious Maca.
It must be said that the huge gap with Haierbo has caused Blois to wonder if there is something wrong with this world?
After a long silence, Mr. Blois finally took the lead to leave Makka's room, leaving a group of young people, including his daughter Willie, to silently accompany Makka.
He himself, as the owner of the Blois family, must be busy.
"The seal can last up to a few more hours ... and everything after that is completely unknown."
With such a whisper in his heart, Mr. Blois straightened his collar, and quickly walked away from the tower along the stairs not far away.
...
Maca had a dream, a dream that made him miss him.
In this dream, he still lives in the bar loft east of Torpoint, going out late every day and returning early, living a day and night upside down life.
To be honest, such days are actually very tiring. The heavy humidity in the port city makes the bedding tide all year round. Even if he only sleeps during the dry day, it is difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue that has accumulated all night.
And this dream seemed strangely real, because he did feel a deep exhaustion that seemed to linger.
It wasn't until he came down from the attic and greeted Uncle Ang, who was pickling fish in the bar's back kitchen and doing pre-opening preparations, that he was dreamed of by a woman wearing a pink lace trim Uncle Anglo, witch-style wizard robe, waving his wand to cook this unknown meal, woke up.
"Oh!"
Maca, who opened her eyes sharply, was taken aback by Hermione and the others who were always on the bed-maybe it was because Mrs. Michel's unpretentious appearance deepened the anxiety of the crowd, but they did not expect it. , Maca woke up much earlier than they expected ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Maca, are you ... okay? "
Hearing Hermione's inquisitiveness in his ears, and Uncle Maca, who still had the women's beard in her head, was finally left behind, and she turned her head slightly to look at it.
"Well, it's okay—" Maca was saying, but she sighed again. "I want to say that, unfortunately ... as far as I am now, isn't it convincing?"
"Maca!" Willie pursed her lips and called him with some resentment.
When Maca saw this, she had to helplessly smile after looking around so many faces by the bed.
"The situation is terrible," he said frankly after all, "Although I'm still stunned to return-thanks to your father, but next ..."
He talked, and only shook his head weakly.
"... I'm afraid I won't be able to recover in a short time."