This is the first human he has encountered in this dark world over the past two years.
And judging by the panel, it's still a beast with explosive combat power.
"I need treatment, and I need some battle potions and recovery potions."
A hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from beneath the large top hat.
Lynn sprang to her feet, her face lit up with a professional smile, and said:
Welcome. Please come in.
The demon hunter strode into the gate, where the soul lamp hanging at the entrance flickered wildly, nearly extinguishing.
This clearly demonstrates that the werewolf hunter possesses an extraordinarily powerful strength.
The werewolf sat down at the counter, lifted his head, and fixed his gaze on Lynn.
Lynn instantly felt his skin burning with a searing pain, and the mere sight of him was enough to make him feel the damage—evidently, this man was formidable.
I never thought I would find a living kin in this dark world.
The werewolf hunter glanced at him and said.
He took the wine flask from his waistband, took a sip, and a pungent, strong aroma of wine hit him in the face.
[Click! Trigger the task: Heal the Demon Hunter. Reward: 500 Skull Coins, +50 Demon Hunter好感度]
Task failure penalty: killed by a werewolf.
Ding! You triggered a kinship bond. The task failed and the penalty is canceled.
Lynn's heart skipped a beat.
The moment the task failure penalty pop-up appeared, he sensed something was amiss.
And it was exactly what he had expected.
A demon hunter roaming the dark world would never feel any sympathy for monsters. Fortunately, he was human too—otherwise, that mighty man would have severed him with a single strike.
Lynn stabilized the mood.
With calm eyes, he gazed at the demon hunter and smiled, "May I ask what wound you need to treat?"
Beneath the tall hat, his pale lips twitched slightly. He then removed his cloak and turned around.
In an instant, Lynn's pupils constricted.
His entire shoulder was a pitch-black crimson, with dark blood clots coagulating in grotesque patches.
The injuries are horrific.
Lin immediately wondered what kind of being could have injured the demon hunter so badly.
The demon hunter's voice trembled. "A crimson-clad spectral assassin ambushed me, nearly costing me my life. I won't let her escape, but first I must mend my wounds."
[Click! The system has completed preliminary diagnosis for the host. The target's right shoulder is infected by the' Black Butterfly' poison, which has already penetrated the bones. The situation is critical.]
"Black Butterfly?" Lynn hesitated.
The werewolf twitched slightly and sneered, "You actually know this kind of poison? I must have underestimated you."
Lynn laughed dryly.
no .
He doesn't know.
He subconsciously repeated the key terms from the system prompt.
"What is a black butterfly in the system?" he wondered.
[Clink! The Black Butterfly is a dark entity formed entirely from resentment and deathly essence. It corrodes life with lethal force—any ordinary creature that touches it will turn to pus and blood within five seconds.]
Lynn was shocked.
Without hesitation, Lynn put on her full protective gear, including a mask and gloves.
"Can I fix it?" he asked the system.
[Ding! You can try scraping the bone to treat the poison.]
The werewolf turned his head and said impatiently, "Can we begin?"
Lin En quickly regained his composure, wearing a mask as he said calmly, "Dear patient, your injuries are quite severe. The toxins have already penetrated your bones. To proceed with treatment, we must first remove the affected tissues."
Chi Lang ——
Lin En raised two bone-cutting knives and said earnestly:
"An operation is needed to debride the wound."
The werewolf hesitated for a moment before asking, "How is your surgical skill?"
Lynn nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm very experienced. Though this is my second time operating a scalpel, the previous patient gave me high praise, so I'm confident."
The Witcher paused for a moment.
It seems to be a trade-off.
Then Lynn heard the hesitant voice coming from under the high hat.
"Are there any other medical shops around here?"
Lynn polished her two bone-cutting knives and said with a smile:
It should be gone. Even if it still exists, my teacher must have already taken it out. No second medical shop is allowed here, hehehe...
"..."
"..."
A brief silence, the wind howling through the demon hunter's cloak.
Then he turned around, exposing his shoulders, and closed his eyes. "Fine! I'll trust you once. Go ahead and cut me."
"Alright!" A satisfied smile spread across Lynn's face.
Two large knives were clattering against each other in his hands.
clatter ——
clatter ——
Mars splashes westward.
It can be seen faintly.
Beneath the tall hat, the werewolf's scruffy beard twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Witcher's SAN-1
For some reason, he kept feeling like he'd stumbled into the wrong place. It didn't look like a medical shop at all, but more like a butcher shop.
Is it my own illusion?
Why does this seemingly weak-looking boy always make you want to turn and run away right away?
"Do I need anesthesia?" asked Lynn excitedly.
" non-essential ."
The demon hunter took a sip of wine, gave him a sidelong glance, and said coolly:
"Anesthetics only affect the speed of my nerve reflexes. A real man never uses anesthetics."
With a sharp 'snap,' Lynn gave a thumbs-up and said earnestly:
"Great! I've never used anesthesia on anyone before. This is really hitting my mark!"
The hunter's heart skipped a beat.
What did he just say?
But before he could react, a sharp 'crack' pierced his flesh, and his entire body stiffened instantly.
He turned his head with a sharp click, staring at the knife lodged in his shoulder, and said in a vacant voice:
"Is this how it starts?"
Lin En calmly said, "No, I'll try the knife first."
" softly chant ."
The demon hunter turned his head blankly, reached for his wine jug, and instinctively raised it to take a sip.
But for some reason, the hand holding the wine pot suddenly began to tremble.
But there shouldn 't be any major issues. Though this guy seems shady, he'd certainly never dare to pull any shady stunts against someone like me—a proper demon hunter...
Pip
Demon Hunter (???) —
"What the hell are you doing?!" The werewolf turned his head, glaring at the second blade lodged in his shoulder.
Lynn held the toolbox tightly and said, "Get the right-sized tools. I'll keep those two for backup."
The demon hunter glared with bloodshot eyes and snapped, "Can't you just leave your backup over there? Why do you have to cling to my shoulder like this?!"
Lynn shook her head calmly and said, "My guest, I'm testing the sharpness of the surgical knife. You know that if a knife isn't sharp enough, the pain it causes will be unbearable. That's absolutely unacceptable!"
"As a doctor, I must make sure my knife fits your flesh perfectly."
And the inserted parts will be removed later. You needn't worry too much about the condition of your shoulders, dear guest.
The demon hunter froze.
That's so good logic.
But was he really not doing this on purpose? Why does it always sound like some twisted logic, no matter how you listen to it?!