Hunter of Mysterious Creature

Chapter 783 58: Beef Noodles (Part 2)

"Hmm?" The officer immediately looked over after hearing the alarm. Upon realizing that Sun Hang had breached the quarantine zone, his face turned grim, instinctively wanting to send someone over to restrain Sun Hang. But before he could issue a new order, the information displayed inside his helmet's AR screen made him shut his mouth.

"A Hunter from Dubhe Tower?" The officer muttered internally, "Why would a Hunter from Dubhe Tower come to Dragon City?"

Just as he intended to check the "background" of this Hunter named Sun Hang, Sun Hang had already approached the group of medics.

The Hunter's injuries were severe; the chameleon's tongue not only pierced his trachea but also broke his cervical vertebrae and neck artery—had it not been for the Hunter's physique being far stronger than an average person's, he would have been a goner the moment his throat was pierced.

Even so, he was barely breathing in and exhaling by now.

"Hemostatic clamp! Give me the hemostatic clamp!"

"Adrenaline! Four units! Inject every two minutes!"

"Push intravenously! Don't inject into the muscle! By the time it takes effect, the person will be gone!"

"The patient's temperature is dropping… Hand me his Hunter's license! He has Rh-positive B-type blood! Quickly give him a transfusion!"

Six medics with red cross armbands were frantically attending to the injured Hunter, but his vital signs continued to weaken, and his heart had stopped beating.

"Excuse me, please." Sun Hang squeezed in.

"Who are you?" The medic who had just shouted "Push intravenously, don't inject into the muscle" glanced at him. "We are trying to save the patient! Please, outsiders, don't add to the chaos!"

"With your current rescue approach, he'd be a corpse by the time he gets on the helicopter." Sun Hang said calmly.

"You—"

"I am also a Hunter; I can save him." Sun Hang interrupted.

"You're a Hunter?" The medics were momentarily stunned, "How will you save him?"

"Just like this." Sun Hang pressed his hand against the injured Hunter's chest, merely infusing him with a tiny amount of "diluted" life force, and the bloody gash in his throat began to writhe on its own.

Many tiny granules of flesh emerged from under the wound, which looked like countless pink maggots intertwining—a sight that would make anyone without trypophobia feel their scalp tingle, and anyone with trypophobia, even if they didn't faint on the spot, would likely have nightmares for several days.

In less than twenty seconds, the gash in the injured Hunter's throat, originally still gushing blood, vanished, replaced by a patch of newly grown skin noticeably different in color from the surrounding area.

"Hmm, something seems to be missing?" Sun Hang mumbled quietly.

"Heart!" A medic, already stunned, instinctively said, "The patient's heart hasn't resumed beating."

"Oh right, the heart!" Sun Hang snapped his fingers; a bluish-white arc of electricity flashed at his fingertips, accompanied by a slight popping sound in the air. In the next moment, the heart within the wounded chest began to beat vigorously.

"Uh—" The injured Hunter, like a drowning person coming back to life, took a deep breath, then started to cough violently.

A large amount of accumulated blood and tissue fragments in his trachea were coughed out through his mouth and nostrils. The medic holding the syringe looked at his team leader, then at Sun Hang, as if wondering whether the adrenaline was still needed.

"Cough cough cough… I… I… cough cough… I'm not dead?!"

The first reaction of the resurrected Hunter was to reach for his throat, but upon touching a patch of intact skin, his entire expression turned to one of disbelief. As if not trusting the sensation from his fingertips, he repeatedly touched his neck several times, even feeling the back of his neck. Finally, he lightly pinched a piece of skin on his neck with his nails and squeezed hard.

"Sss…"

The pain made the Hunter draw a sharp cold breath; only then did he lift his head and look at the medics surrounding him, asking, "Did I just imagine it? Did that beast's tongue miss its target?"

"No, it wasn't your imagination… Your throat was indeed pierced." The team leader, whose rank had two more stars, shook his head, "He's the one who saved you."

"Him… You?" The Hunter's gaze shifted to Sun Hang, "You are… also infected? A Hunter?"

"Yes." Sun Hang nodded, "Now that you're okay, I should be on my way."

"Wait—"

"I have urgent matters to attend to. If you plan to stop me, you might end up in a military court." Sun Hang's words caused the team leader who had reached out to stop him to freeze mid-action.

Watching Sun Hang merge back into the crowd, a sniper inquired of his superior with some surprise, "Captain, are we just…letting him go?"

"What else can you do? Arrest him?!" The captain glared at the sniper.

"No… I mean, since this Hunter has helped us significantly, shouldn't we at least acknowledge it? Surely we should keep some identity information to apply for an honor award or something…"

"Do you think he needs such an honor award?" The captain became increasingly irked, "Besides, the words he said were no joke. If we did stop him… we would indeed end up in military court!"

"Ah? Does he have some urgent mission? Is it related to Dragon City?" The sniper asked in surprise.

"Who am I supposed to ask this? I tried checking, but it all said 'insufficient authority'… Not only that, but a warning from Dubhe Tower immediately came, telling me not to investigate further. Do you think I would dare continue checking?" The captain responded irritably.

"Who exactly is he?" The sniper wondered aloud, also equipped with tactical goggles similar to the captain's. With a security assistance program installed, these tactical goggles had a facial recognition feature. As long as the wearer focused their gaze on someone, the person's basic information would surface within seconds on the inner side of the goggles—provided the information was archived in the database.

Yet, when the sniper focused on Sun Hang's face, all he saw inside his goggles were consecutive question marks, which vanished after a few seconds—the identity recognition program was forcibly deactivated.

However, from the captain's words, he seemed to already know the person's identity.

"We'll discuss it later." The captain glared at the sniper, "Also, remember to clean the floor! I'll be inspecting it during my patrol tomorrow!"

...

"I didn't expect you to actively help strangers." In a street-side noodle shop, three steaming bowls of beef noodles were served. Candle Dragon picked up a vinegar jug, pouring it into his noodles while quietly saying, "I thought you would choose to stand by and watch."

"It depends on the mood, today I'm in a good mood… slurp." Sun Hang gobbled a mouthful of noodles, "These noodles are good… Boss, more four ounces of braised beef!"

"I thought you were planning to recruit the injured Hunter." Candle Dragon remarked, "These noodles taste better with vinegar. Won't you try it?"

"That guy is too weak, no need to recruit." Sun Hang shook his head, "Vinegar should be added last. First, taste the original flavor of the noodles. When you're halfway done, then add vinegar—that way, you get two different flavors in one bowl."

"You're knowledgeable about beef noodles? That's more unexpected than you stepping in to help." Candle Dragon's eyes lit up.

"Hehe… It's just Zhong Ling happened to teach me this way of eating." Sun Hang chuckled bashfully, "When it comes to food, that girl is definitely a masterful character."