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"Yes. Cartilage Tissue. Third Degree Disability."
"Subcutaneous Tissue is normal."
"Heartbeat has returned to normal."
"Excessive secretion of adrenaline, showing mild mania symptoms. Administering a powerful tranquilizer."
A backup container was quickly emptied, and at that moment, a surgery was taking place inside the container.
The doctors were exhausted, constantly observing the various injuries sustained by Fetter's body.
"The injuries are more severe than expected; the damage has significantly affected his mobility."
"Will he not cry out? Such a strong young man."
The astonishment in their voices was far from over. The attending physician moved Fetter onto the surgical table, with the knife and surgical instruments already calibrated to optimal settings.
At the entrance, the hunters held their breath as they watched the figures rushing in and out, their anxiety mounting from the long wait.
"Nurse, is he going to be alright?"
Medusa grabbed a nurse pushing a medical kit into the backup container. The nurse was startled by the sudden action; Medusa had lost her usual calm demeanor. After all, Star Hunter was considered the highest honor among professional hunters.
Fetter, as a Star Hunter, had not expected to sustain such serious injuries.
To be honest, more often than not, Medusa's authority was overshadowed by Fetter. Given the current situation, Fetter's severe injuries had planted the seed of retreat in the minds of most hunters. This was a situation that Medusa could neither prevent nor control, whether it was happening openly or behind the scenes. They feared Fetter and were wary of his formidable strength.
They were afraid of Fetter's character and dreaded the moment he might call upon them to join him in death, terrified by the horrifying rumors of his team’s guaranteed fatalities.
However, Medusa was a woman, and it was rare for women to become hunters.
Primarily, women tended to be cautious and their decision-making during critical moments often led them into deeper troubles. Women were not suited to face death directly.
They were cowardly and fearful, and female hunters in a male-dominated hunting industry were seen as easy targets.
Even if she reached the heights of a Star Hunter, Medusa remained a woman. Despite her ability to command as a leader, she could not escape the discrimination faced by female hunters from the outside world.
Nonetheless, she was the commander of this operation; on the surface, the Hunters still had to rely on Medusa’s protection.
Because even the weakest Star Hunter possessed strength that dwarfed that of an ordinary Professional Hunter.
Even if Fetter had not been severely injured, he would merely have suppressed the arrogance of several Professional Hunters present, instilling a slight sense of intimidation.
Once both sides had torn off their masks, no matter how reckless or arrogant Fetter became, he would never dare to turn against all the hunters.
This nurse had never experienced anything like this. She had joined the "Rebuild the City" plan simply because there weren’t many people at the hospital. The Director of the Hospital had put her name forward since treatment and surgery didn’t require too many staff members. This young nurse had become an obvious backup choice in public.
She thought her superior wanted her to slowly hone her skills at the newly constructed hospital, believing that if she performed well, she could return to her old hospital job. Young people should have goals and endure hardships.
Despite the director's flowery words, the young nurse, who had never encountered the harsh realities of society, was reluctant to be sent to such a dangerous place where her life could be at risk. It was then that she realized she had been deceived by the director.
Even as a nurse, one relied heavily on exceptional interpersonal skills. The nurse prided herself on her dedication to her work, but her quiet demeanor allowed even junior colleagues who arrived after her to criticize her openly.
Her kindness was her Achilles' heel. However, upon arriving here, before she could even settle in, a serious injury case arose.
The attending physician urged her repeatedly in the container as the young nurse hurriedly pushed a cart filled with medications in and out.
She was racing against time; every minute wasted could mean a patient's life. This sense of professional ethics was ingrained in her, and while she wanted to clarify the situation for everyone involved, she knew that she couldn’t let the urgency of time prevent a patient from receiving timely treatment.
The young nurse shook her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I don’t know. You can ask the attending physician later."
Upon hearing this, Medusa paused in place. "Alright, I understand. You carry on!"
A group of hunters was not so polite; they were mostly ruthless individuals who lived life on the edge. The mere glance from them could impose heavy psychological pressure on a newcomer to society.
The young nurse lowered her head, trying not to make eye contact with them as she pushed the cart into the container.
"Protest!"
"We want to protest! We have the right to know about Master Peter's condition!"
A few restless individuals began shouting, quickly rallying many hunters to join in, and soon the chaotic scene spiraled out of control.
Medusa glanced back at the Professional Hunter, recalling how things were when Fetter was still around. Back then, these Professional Hunters were quite well-behaved. She began to appreciate the proud side of Fetter.
In truth, no one in this world could hide themselves too deeply. A proud personality often made a person difficult to get along with. However, it was clear that such individuals sometimes struggled for recognition. Yet, despite the pressure, they could continuously break through barriers, achieve victories, and gain acknowledgment. This only highlighted Fetter's exceptional talent.
It was precisely because of his outstanding abilities that he drew criticism from the Professional Hunters.
Through this incident, Medusa started to realize something: no matter what others said, one should not easily believe it. Even a proud person has things they wish to protect with their own hands. She wondered what drove Fetter to work so hard.
"Everyone, quiet down! If you can't keep it down, just get lost!" At that moment, the door of the Container suddenly swung open, and a figure rushed out. "Do you know our doctors are doing everything they can to save the patients? We won't give up on anyone who can survive! Your lord here is gravely injured; his organs are damaged. Are you trying to take his life?"
Instantly, the voices of the Professional Hunters outside fell silent. They stared at the rough man who spoke with such intensity and composure, his words filled with quality and refinement that stunned everyone.
At first, they thought he might have spoken out of anger without assessing the situation properly. Surely he would be terrified upon realizing he stood before so many fierce and barbaric figures.
However, as time passed, it became clear that the man remained calm and collected, showing no signs of nervousness or sweat on his brow.
Most people would have been gasping for breath and wiping sweat from their foreheads. After all, when the Department Head arrived earlier, he had been wiping his forehead with a towel while recommending capable doctors from the hospital.
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