Chapter 465 (1/2)

As he stood in front of the window, enjoying some fresh air, Hao Ren saw a rather familiar figure staggering across the street. He squinted and was surprised to find that the figure was an acquaintance—Nangong Sanba.

Nangong Sanba however, did not look to be in a very good shape as he swayed in his steps. His face was as pale as a ghost. Hao Ren quickly ran towards the door, but someone got ahead of him.

Nangong Wuyue had been in her siren form, helping Vivian to mop up the floor in the living room. But, she scurried to the door as though she had sensed the presence of her brother.

However, Hao Ren got behind her and stopped her from crawling out the door, because she was still in her siren form. He then went out to meet Nangong Sanba himself. “Sanba? What happened to you? You look like you’re having a 60-degree fever.”

Becky and Y’lisabet, who had not gone very far heard the commotion and turned back. Both of them had never met Nangong Sanba before, and Becky looked at him curiously. “You know him?” she asked Hao Ren.

Nangong Sanba’s face was pale and he had an abnormally high body temperature. He was obviously in very bad shape, but he was still able to reply, “Stop kidding around. I’d be cooked at 60 °C. Help me inside, quickly… I have something to tell Wuyue…”

“Don’t talk for the monent. I’ve got medical equipment here.” Hao Ren hurried him into the house as he looked up and commanded the MDT, which was still lying on the tea table, watching TV. “Go and get the medical pod ready!”

At this time, everyone in the house was alarmed as none of them were expecting to see Nangong Sanba. He had been away for several months, only to show up in such a shape. Hao Ren thought that Nangong Sanba was injured, but when he examined him, he did not find any external wounds. Despite that, Nangong Sanba’s face was pale, his body temperature was very high, and the skin around his neck was covered in some abnormal black patterns as if his blood vessels were going to burst.

Nangong Wuyue, whose relationship with her brother had always been stormy, finally showed her sisterly love as she freaked out upon seeing her brother’s condition. She picked up some ice sludge with her tail and patted it on Nangong Sanba’s forehead frantically. “Brother, you’re scaring me… Please, hang in there.”

Vivian pulled Nangong Wuyue aside and said, “You’re knocking him out.”

The MDT rushed down to the basement to prepare the medical pod. Hao Ren carefully carried the half-baked demon hunter, who was now half-dead down the stairs to the basement. “What’s wrong with you?”

Nangong Sanba wanted to say something earlier, but had no chance. Now, he finally forced out a few words. “The vengeful spirit!”

There was a sudden, subtle change of expression on Nangong Wuyue’s face. She was just next to them. Hao Ren immediately realized that things were probably more complex than what met the eye. He picked up the pace and said, “Just stop talking for now. Let’s get down to the basement quickly and get you healed.”

Arriving in the basement, Nangong Sanba was astonished by what he saw. But before he had time to say anything, they shoved him into a medical pod. They only breathed a sigh of relief when the medical pod performed a scan and started to treat him.

Before Nangong Sanba went into the pod, Hao Ren could see some weird vascular patterns on his arms. He could not help but ask the MDT, which was now connected to the medical pod, “How is he?”

After verifying the feedback data from the medical pod, the MDT explained, “Short-term exposure to a high dose of radiation has caused the collapse of his tissue. There are also signs of heavy metal poisoning. His blood is full of toxins and tissues of dissolved organs, but the demon hunter is very tough; he will live. If he had gotten here a bit later, he’d be dead.”

Nangong Wuyue curled herself up into a ball and stayed in that posture for a long time.

The clock seemed to be ticking slower than usual as everyone anxiously waited. Nonetheless, the treatment had gone well. A beep sounded from the medical pod before its hatch slowly slid open. Nangong Sanba sat up and breathed out a sigh. He still looked weak, but he had apparently made it.

Right after, the MDT began to speak like an old Chinese doctor, “It’s best to get a day or two’s rest while you let your body recover slowly from exhaustion.”