I have to say that their hesitation and incomprehension are completely justified, and Li Siwu's state at this moment is bad enough that any contemporary doctor only needs to look at it to immediately issue a death notice.

Maybe the only good thing is that Li Siwu, who is in a coma and unconscious, can't feel the heart-rending pain coming from every corner of his body.

At least before death, he can suffer a lot less living sins, which should be regarded as a blessing in misfortune!

It's a pity that these are all things that should be like this in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, Li Siwu, who should not have had any feelings and consciousness in the past, is suffering from inhuman severe pain.

Even if it is changed to something that should never appear in the real world where he is more than 10,000 years later, there are not many people who can understand the state that is indeed real and happening in his body.

He didn't know if his brain was unable to think about anything because of the severe pain or because of the side effects of the coma itself, but in short, there was only endless pain except for pain, and if he could think, he would definitely think for the first time if he was already dead and suffering endless torture in hell.

This kind of torture that is worse than death is too much for him to bear, and he is frantically longing every second that he can go crazy or die, no matter what, as long as he can not feel pain.

Unfortunately, he couldn't!

Immersed in a sea of pain, every second was as long as a century, and Li Siwu didn't know how many centuries of torture he had endured.

One day, I don't know if he was used to this kind of pain, or the pain itself gradually faded away, and the uncomfortable feeling that life was worse than death slowly decreased, Li Siwu's life finally got better.

When one day all the pain is gone, he should feel happy, but he is once again eroded by another kind of torture - loneliness, emptiness and coldness.

He finally had a trace of thinking ability, and now he actually misses the pain of the beginning, at least at that time he still had physical feelings, but now he is tormented by that boundless ethereal and wants to go crazy.

He felt as if he was trapped in a world that was pitch black and silent, waiting to die, and that dull and dull silence without any hope or thought was far more unbearable than pain, a hundred and a thousand times, ten thousand times.

He was like a wandering ghost, driven by the desire to die, unwilling to die, unwilling to die, and wandering wildly in the boundless darkness, not knowing whether the path he was taking was straight or never moving, or he was circling in a circle that would never find a way out.

He knows that as long as he persists, sooner or later he will see the light!

Yes, in his only remaining consciousness there was light as the only thing he could think of and desire to see and get!

......

On the second day after Li Siwu fell into a coma, the entire Battitas family returned to its original track again, and although no one mentioned the scene they saw yesterday, they could still find obvious traces from their expressions.

The gladiators trained significantly more frantically and hard, and even Gannis, who had always been proud of his achievements, always drunk and laughed, and thought that the sun was free and easy, but in fact he was a bit of a secondary two, got up early in the morning and participated in the training course with all the gladiators.

Although Coach Docott was as rigid and stern as ever, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, and his eyes would always look to a corner from time to time, which was the Batitas family's medical clinic, which was where Li Siwu was now unconscious.

At this moment, Li Siwu looked like a clay sculpture, and his entire body was wrapped in the debris of green vegetation that exuded bursts of medicinal fragrance.

Even the doctor didn't know how effective this method would be, let alone whether he could save the life of this unlucky man.

It doesn't take much anyway, it's best to survive, and if you die, you'll die!

......

"Quintus, how much money and time are you going to waste on that kid, it's fine if you can really save him, but looking at his current appearance, he won't survive at all."

Naked/naked, with a slightly red body and a peach blossom face, Ludia, who was lying on top of her husband, complained to her husband very dissatisfied.

After gently patting his wife's white and straight ass a few times, Quintus said with a far-reaching smile in his eyes: "That kid's physical condition is indeed very poor, but he is only 17 years old this year, he is still very young, he just needs to cultivate his physical fitness well, and he will be able to improve soon, don't look at the money spent on him today, as long as he can survive, one day in the future, I believe he will definitely earn us back ten times and a hundred times the money." ”

"I believe your judgment will not be wrong, but the premise is that the kid can come back to life, how many days have passed and there is no sign of improvement, I don't think he can do it!"

"Hahaha... You'd be wrong, that kid is definitely far more ruthless than ordinary people, you know? The reason why I haven't reused him since the battle between Onormamus and the Shadow of Death is not only because he was almost alive and injured, but also because he is now a little old and can no longer provoke the pillars of our Battitas family again. ”

"Fortunately, we still have Gannix, a fierce general, and the Yuwinks who is not favored by you will definitely be Gannix's successor, do you think he is important? I believe that such a person will survive. ”

Hearing her husband's explanation, even if Ludia didn't fully understand the meaning, she didn't disobey her husband at all, as Quintus said, no matter what happens in the future, it's just a matter of a few dinars, it doesn't matter!

"You put that kid on the same level as the mighty Onomamus? It seems that you really like him, as long as you like it. ”

......

For five days, the atmosphere on the Batitas family's training ground had been shrouded in an atmosphere of oppression that could not be seen or touched, and every gladiator knew in his heart what was the cause, but he did not say anything, but only responded with practical actions.

I have to say that even they themselves are extremely puzzled why they are shocked and stimulated by such a weak slave, and even have a rather nonsensical idea in their hearts - if that kid can survive, will he be surpassed by it one day!

Whenever they think of this possibility, they all secretly laugh at themselves, strongly despise themselves, and this kind of thought arises, if even such an incredible thing can happen, then what is the value and meaning of their existence!