This was still the first human he had encountered in this dark world in the past two years.
And judging by the status panel, this was someone with extraordinarily overwhelming combat power.
"I need treatment, and also some combat potions and recovery potions."
Beneath the large top hat came the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man.
Lynn immediately stood up, putting on a professional smile, and said,
"Welcome, please come in."
The demon hunter strode through the door, and the soul lamp hanging by the entrance flickered wildly, almost going out.
This also indicated that this demon hunter’s strength was absurdly powerful.
The demon hunter sat down in front of the counter, raised his head, and scrutinized Lynn with his gaze.
"I didn’t expect to meet a living kin in this dark world."
The demon hunter glanced at him and said.
He took off a wine flask from his belt and took a sip; a strong, pungent alcohol scent hit Lynn’s nose.
[ Ding! Task triggered: Treat the demon hunter’s injuries. Task reward: 500 Skeleton Coins, Demon Hunter Favorability +50 ]
[ Task failure penalty: Killed by the demon hunter. ]
[ Ding! Your kin bond has been triggered. Task failure penalty removed! ]
Lynn’s heart skipped a beat.
As soon as he saw the task failure penalty pop up, he sensed trouble.
And as expected, his intuition was right.
A demon hunter walking in the dark world naturally had no goodwill toward any monsters, and luckily he was also human, otherwise this powerful man would have definitely cleaved him with a single strike.
Lynn steadied his mind.
He calmly looked at the demon hunter and smiled, "May I ask which injuries you need me to treat?"
Beneath the tall hat, his pale lips moved slightly. Then he took off his cloak and turned around.
In an instant, Lynn’s pupils contracted sharply.
He saw his entire shoulder was pitch black and dark red, with chunks of black blood clots congealed on it, looking extremely terrifying.
The injuries were truly dreadful.
Lynn immediately wondered what kind of existence could inflict such wounds on this demon hunter.
The demon hunter hoarsely said, "I was ambushed by a red-clothed vengeful ghost and nearly lost my life. I won’t let her off, but first I need to heal my wounds."
[ Ding! The system has completed a preliminary diagnosis for the host. The target’s right shoulder is corroded by the ‘Black Butterfly’ deadly poison. The poison has penetrated the bone; condition is severe. ]
"Black Butterfly?" Lynn hesitated.
The demon hunter slightly moved and sneered, "You actually know this poison? Looks like I underestimated you."
Lynn forced a dry laugh.
No.
He didn’t know it.
He had just subconsciously repeated the key term from the system prompt.
"System, what is the Black Butterfly?" he asked silently.
[ Ding! The Black Butterfly is an aggregation in the dark world formed entirely from grudges and necrotic spiritual energy. It has extremely high corrosive and eroding effects on life. For ordinary creatures, once infected, they turn into pus and blood within five seconds. ]
Lynn was shocked.
Without saying a word, Lynn put on a full set of protective gear, including a mask and gloves.
"Can I treat this?" he asked the system in his mind.
[ Ding! You can attempt bone scraping detoxification for initial treatment. ]
The demon hunter turned his head impatiently, "Can we start now?"
Lynn immediately regained focus, calmed himself, and wearing the mask, said seriously, "Sir, your injuries are quite severe. Judging from the condition, the poison has already invaded your bones. To treat it, we must first remove the tissue corroded by the poison."
He raised two boning knives and said seriously,
"We need to perform a surgical debridement first."
The demon hunter hesitated for a moment and asked, "How good are your surgical skills?"
Lynn nodded, "Don’t worry. I have very rich experience. Although this is only my second time operating, the previous client gave me high praise. I’m confident."
The demon hunter obviously paused for a while.
It seemed he was weighing the pros and cons.
Then Lynn heard the hesitant voice beneath the tall hat.
"Are there any other medical shops nearby?"
Lynn rubbed his two boning knives and said with a smile,
"Probably none. Even if there were, my master would have already dealt with them. We don’t allow a second medical shop here, hahaha..."
"..."
"..."
There was a brief silence, the wind blowing the demon hunter’s cloak.
Then he turned around, exposing his shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Fine! I trust you this once. Go ahead with the operation."
"Alright!" Lynn’s face showed a satisfied smile.
The two big knives clashed against each other in his hands with a loud clanging sound.
Clang—
Clang—
Sparks flew everywhere.
Faintly visible beneath the shadow of the tall hat, the demon hunter’s scruffy mouth twitched slightly.
[ Demon Hunter SAN -1 ]
For some unknown reason, he always felt like he had come to the wrong place. This did not look like a medical shop at all; it felt more like a slaughterhouse.
Could it be his imagination?
Why did this seemingly weak little guy always give him the urge to turn around and run immediately?
"Do you need anesthesia?" Lynn asked excitedly, eager to try.
"No."
The demon hunter took a sip of wine, glanced at him, and said indifferently,
"Anesthesia only slows my nerve reflexes. Real men never use anesthesia."
Lynn immediately gave a thumbs up and said seriously,
"Great, I’ve never used anesthesia on anyone either. This really hits my specialty perfectly!"
The demon hunter’s heart skipped a beat.
What did he just say?
But before he could react, he heard the sharp sound of the knife piercing flesh, and his whole body stiffened instantly.
He cracked his neck and looked at the knife stuck in his shoulder, stunned,
"Already starting?"
Lynn calmly said, "No, I’m just testing the knife."
"Oh."
The demon hunter stared blankly, turned his head, and reached for his wine flask, instinctively wanting to take a drink. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fiɾe·net
But for some reason, his hand holding the flask trembled slightly.
However, it probably wasn’t a big problem. This kid looked unreliable but surely wouldn’t dare to do anything malicious to offend a dignified demon hunter like himself...
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"What the hell are you doing again?!" The demon hunter turned his head, eyes bloodshot, looking at the second knife stuck in his shoulder.
Lynn seriously held his toolbox and said, "I’m finding the right size tools. I’m keeping these two knives inserted as backups for now."
The demon hunter’s eyes were bloodshot, "Can’t you keep the backups on the side? Why do you have to stick them in my shoulder??!"
Lynn shook his head calmly, "Sir, I’m testing the sharpness of the surgical knives. You should understand that if a knife isn’t sharp, it causes more pain when cutting, which is very undesirable!"
"So as a doctor, I must ensure my knives perfectly fit your flesh."
"And the parts where the knives are inserted will be cut away anyway. You don’t need to worry about the integrity of your shoulder."
The demon hunter froze there.
Damn, it made perfect sense.
But was he really doing this on purpose? No matter how he heard it, it still sounded like a crooked excuse!