Future Ma Shuai is already able to get out of bed; he's leaning on a chair, looking a bit pale but moving without much difficulty. He is carefully eating liquid food, deftly operating the nursing robot beside him.
"Awake?"
Gu Tao and the current Ma Shuai, dressed in sterile suits, walked in. The guy here was indeed quite injured, so sterile processing was still necessary—if an infection occurred, it might not be deadly, but it would certainly be agonizing.
"Bro..."
The future Ma Shuai called out feebly, while Gu Tao simply nodded and sat down next to him: "Don't blame me, you were chopped by your own hand."
"I didn't think Master was so clever..." The future Ma Shuai glanced at his past self next to him and smiled bitterly: "You came too quickly."
"Actually, I didn't expect Master to be that clever either." Ma Shuai stroked his chin: "But can you stop using my appearance? It feels awkward."
Future Ma Shuai: "..."
