It's no wonder Mito didn't believe him.
In his eyes, Kevin was excellent at fighting, and on a daily basis, he was either eating or training, making it truly difficult to associate him with being a doctor.
Kevin directly opened the medicine bag on his waist, revealing bottles of medicine with various colors inside.
"These are all high-grade goods that are absolutely unobtainable outside, with significant effects, curing diseases instantly.
Furthermore, these are made by me."
For difficult and complicated illnesses of the normal body, Kevin could even rely on ordinary effective medicines to perform top-tier compounding on the spot, producing targeted therapeutic agents.
If ordinary methods couldn't detect the problem, he could just go to a large hospital for a comprehensive scan.
After that, he would mix and match medicines based on the examination results.
The medicine produced using Kevin's "A Moment's Dream" would definitely have a harmonizing and therapeutic effect.
If it couldn't be completely cured, he could just find a professional doctor to formulate a special medicine, and then he would upgrade it based on the materials of the special medicine to create a specialized agent for treatment.
Unless the other party's problem was not a common illness or physical defect, but rather involved other issues related to Nen Ability, then they would need to find a "Nen Exorcist".
However, Kevin had asked Mito before why his son had become like that.
Mito replied that it was caused by falling from a height, meaning it was due to external factors.
It was very likely that after falling from a height back then, some internal injuries were not properly treated, accumulating over time and making the problem increasingly severe.
Subsequently, Kevin asked a crucial question: "So, how should I treat your son? You can't possibly take me into your tribe, as that clearly doesn't comply with the rules. Or should you bring your son out?"
Mito frowned tightly, his entire person clearly falling into a state of dilemma.
After a while, he finally spoke: "I believe you, but I really can't bring you directly into the tribe; it would cause conflict and contradiction.
How about this, I'll take you to the edge of the tribe, you find a place to wait there first, then I'll bring my son out, and you can examine him."
Mito came up with a compromise.
"It's just that you'll have to endure staying in the forest for a while."
Kevin waved his hand indifferently: "It's fine, this forest is nothing to me. It's better to resolve this matter of treating the illness sooner."
Mito nodded gratefully.
...
In the same forest.
A group of people were slowly moving through the forest, their formation scattered, but their objective was very clear.
"So, those guys with red eyes live in this kind of forest? They're practically like savages." A man with a physique as robust as a wild beast said with a laugh.
Beside him was a man much thinner than him, dressed as a samurai ronin, who rolled his eyes upon hearing this: "Saying others are like beasts, it's really inappropriate for that to come out of your mouth; you're the one who's more like a beast."
"Haha, whatever, I hope they're a bit strong."
"Wo Jin, don't be careless." A blond man with a baby face reminded him from the side, "They have the legend of the 'Red-Eyed Demons'; such legends don't come from nowhere."
"This makes it even more exciting!" Wo Jin laughed loudly, his face full of eagerness for battle, completely ignoring what others said.
"Seriously." The man next to him, dressed in ronin attire and named Nobunaga, shook his head helplessly, holding his forehead.
Walking at the very front was a man with an extraordinary demeanor, hands in his pockets, appearing calm and composed.
Beside him was a tall, blonde woman with an aquiline nose. She turned her head and reminded him: "What the Leader wants are their eyes; they are only valuable when dug out while they are emotionally agitated and enraged."
"Heh heh, don't worry, I'm best at this kind of thing." The shortest and most gloomy man among them said with a cold laugh.
His entire lower face was buried in the high collar of his punk jacket.
This group of people was noisy, boisterous, and laughing all the way, looking extremely relaxed and at ease.
They walked like this for quite a while, approaching dusk.
The Leader at the front spoke: "We're almost there."
As expected, not long after, two men wearing spiral-patterned ethnic clothing leaped down from a tree not far away.
"Hey! Who are you people! Get out of here quickly!"
"How did you get here!"
These two looked somewhat surprised and immediately displayed a hostile stance.
"Don't kill them." This Leader seemed to realize that these two had special bloodlines.
As soon as he finished speaking, the short man in black punk attire instantly vanished from his spot.
Before the two men could react, he had already appeared behind them and chopped down fiercely with a hand blade.
The two men were completely defenseless and immediately fainted.
"Is that all they've got?" Wo Jin looked somewhat dissatisfied.
For Nen Users, these two were truly too weak.
"There are more people inside."
The Leader just said this indifferently and walked towards the depths of the forest.
On the other side of the forest.
Kevin and Mito were galloping through the forest on ground birds.
Mito, who was leading the way, looked around and said: "Our dwelling place is not far from here. I know there's a cave nearby; I'll take you there to wait first."
Kevin nodded indifferently.
However, not long after moving forward, Kevin immediately sensed something was wrong and urgently shouted: "Stop."
The two ground birds instantly stopped.
Mito turned his head to look at Kevin in confusion, only to see Kevin's expression was extremely serious.
"There's the smell of blood, the smell of human blood, very strong, drifting over from that direction with the wind."
After the incident in the swamp previously, Kevin had specifically trained.
For a Strengthening System user, enhancing one's senses is a very easy thing.
Looking at Kevin's solemn expression and following the direction he pointed, Mito's eyes instantly widened, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
At this moment, he could almost hear the sound of his heart beating violently, and his breathing became rapid and disordered.
"Calm down."
At Kevin's reminder, the redness in Mito's eyes gradually faded.
"You're right, I need to calm down."
But at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else and rushed forward with Kevin.
However, when they arrived at the border of the Kurutas' dwelling place, they didn't see anyone responsible for guarding.
Mito's expression became increasingly grim.
Immediately after, a corpse appeared under a tree.
"Kurava!"
Mito rushed over abruptly and knelt beside the corpse to examine it.
There was a hole in the chest area of the corpse, clearly pierced directly through.
"The blood is still warm; he was killed not long ago." Kevin reminded him.
"That's right, the killer must have just gone inside."
The redness in Mito's eyes could no longer be concealed.
Kevin pulled him back with a serious expression: "There are quite a few enemies, at least nine, and they are not weak. Calm down, calm down first... Use Zetsu."
Kevin had a bad feeling; judging from the simple traces left around, the enemies were strong and very likely Nen Users.
Clearly, Mito's emotional control ability was quite good; he took several deep breaths abruptly, trying hard to suppress his emotions.
At Kevin's suggestion, he entered the state of Zetsu.
Subsequently, the two of them, like hunters in the jungle, concealed their presence and quickly headed towards the depths of the tribe's settlement.
Along the way, corpses kept appearing.
Some corpses were intact but covered in wounds, while others had their heads cut off and their eyes gouged out.
Even without explanation, Kevin already understood the purpose of these people.
The anger in Mito's heart was now difficult to suppress.