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Freyr returned to the recovery room and waited at the door for a moment until the doctor came out. Upon seeing Freyr, the doctor nodded slightly.
Freyr hurried forward and asked, "Doctor, how is Wu Hua doing inside?"
The doctor waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing serious. He’s fine and has already passed the critical period. Right now, he’s still unconscious, but in about a week, he should fully recover."
Freyr was taken aback. "A week? He can recover in just a week?"
It wasn't that he was overly surprised; after all, even when Freyr's own genes had collapsed, it had taken over a month of soaking in medicine for him to heal. The fact that such severe bodily damage could be repaired in just a week seemed miraculous.
Seeing his astonishment, the doctor smiled. "Yes, his body is quite robust, with only three percent body fat. With such a physique, recovery from serious injuries won't take long. Plus, the quality of the Gene Pill you provided is exceptionally high; it not only restrains the collapsing Gene Chain but also helps regenerate the genetic layer completely. Perhaps after recovery, his physical condition will improve even further."
"You can go in to see him, but don’t talk to him. For the next week, I will come by to help change his medicinal bath. He needs someone to attend to him and must remain submerged in the medicinal pool for a week." After saying this, the doctor turned left with a bottle and disappeared.
Pushing open the door and stepping inside, Freyr was hit by a strong medicinal smell.
In the depths of the recovery room, behind a curtain, there was a large bath tub where a young boy lay unconscious in a brownish-green medicinal liquid. His skin was turning pale from being soaked in the solution.
As he approached, Freyr noticed that the boy's breathing had stabilized; gone was the previous rapid gasping, and his life signs had dropped to their lowest point.
Looking at him, Freyr quickly turned around and pulled the curtain shut before leaving through the door. Just as the doctor had said, Wu Hua had indeed passed the critical period. However, it was astonishing how effective that medicine was; soaking in it not only halted the damage from gene collapse but also improved the quality of inferior genes.
But there was one downside: until the situation of gene collapse was completely resolved, it would be impossible for him to be dehydrated from the tub. The pale skin brought some discomfort, but as long as gene collapse continued unchecked, it would affect his entire body. Even timely medicinal baths wouldn’t address the root cause.
However, seeing that the future members were fine, Freyr felt relieved and began to carefully sift through the team member applications.
Frequent trips between the Recovery Center and the apartment not only helped him stay informed but also brought him closer to Wu Hua.
Each time he visited the therapy room to chat with Wu Hua, he noticed that Wu Hua's condition had improved significantly. To be on the safe side, the doctor added a variety of different restorative herbs and remaining gene serums into the treatment. After soaking them in warm water, Wu Hua would sit in a new bath tub.
The original dosage of the medicine was only about the size of a fingertip, but after several soakings, it gradually shrank. In the beginning, the doctor would pour out the murky liquid that clung to the herbal concoction from the tub. This liquid contained remnants of deep gene collapse. Now, as the new Gene Chain began to grow, these waste materials would seep out through Wu Hua's skin. According to the doctor, each soak had to continue until the herbal mixture remained clear, indicating that his body had fully healed.
The initial treatments showed the most improvement, but after several rounds of herbal therapy, it seemed that the quality of impurities was gradually decreasing, which was great news.
By the third visit, Freyr hurried back to Wanderer's Home. At the bar, two elderly folks were engaged in a dull banter. However, their attitude changed dramatically upon seeing him.
Recognizing a familiar face, the old lady appeared much friendlier, especially when she spotted a manly figure like Freyr's; her eyes sparkled with flirtation. She laughed, "Hahaha, handsome lad! I knew you'd come looking for me again. From now on, you are the Commander of Rank Three Hunter Team."
Rank Three Hunter Team—he felt a twinge of dissatisfaction at hearing "three." Being ranked two was already a step behind; how could he possibly be part of Rank Three? He knew that with such speed among skilled individuals, three could accomplish so much.
"Why is it Rank Three?" Freyr asked as he looked at the team badge in his hand—a military-style insignia pinned to his shoulder—feeling quite awkward about it.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry young man! Rank One and Two have already been reserved. Rank Three was set long ago. If you had come earlier, it would have been different. But even though you're Rank Three, once you establish your Hunter Team, you'll still receive a tempting gift package," the old lady said with her eyes squinting into crescent moons as she forced a smile onto her face, creating an atmosphere that was both awkward and mysterious.
Beside her, an old man took a sip of tea and sighed dramatically, likely thinking to himself: "These young people nowadays—what a decline in morals and ethics; they just want to take advantage."
Freyr paid no mind to this and shook his head slightly before firmly refusing. "Um, thank you, Grandma, but I'll pass on the tempting gift package. Isn't that against regulations? Luring others for personal gain or obtaining unknown Scores without justification raises questions about my character. I must decline."
"Kid." The old woman lowered her head, pondering for a moment before looking up at him with a smile. "No one will question your character; this is the decision from the higher-ups in the association. They believe that you four new Hunter Teams don’t need to exert yourselves just yet. Your primary task is to enhance your individual skills and team cohesion. Of course, your Team Three hasn’t even gathered all its members yet. Without strong measures or benefits, others won’t be easily swayed. Each team’s rookie period comes with a gift of 1,000 Score. You know, 0 Score can elevate a Soldier-Level Hunter Team to a higher rank, which means both mission difficulty and rewards will increase accordingly. Do you want to lay the foundation for advancing your team’s rank?"
Who wouldn’t want to advance their team’s foundational rank? Just think about it: during the first mission, you could accept tasks with relatively high reward bases. With missions come substantial returns. It’s important to note that living in the association's luxurious apartments, even if it’s a single room, isn’t something money alone can secure.
Sure, you might not need to pay anything upfront, but having Score means everything will go smoothly. 1,000 Score is equivalent to ten years' worth of rent; advancing ranks is undoubtedly a significant temptation for an early-stage team.
Freyr took back his Hunter license and bowed slightly. "Well, I still can’t accept it. I need to discuss it with my teammates first. If it’s Score gifted by the association, I’ll accept it. Later on, I’ll come back with my teammates, and we’ll decide together what to do with the Score."
After saying that, he turned and walked away. Whether this decision was foolish or simply a stubborn trait of his personality remained uncertain.
Watching his retreating figure, the old woman took a deep breath and sipped her tea. "This kid is quite interesting; I have high hopes for him. He’s just a bit too honest; I wonder if he’ll get deceived out there."
The old man opened his eyes slightly, appearing to be in a half-sleep state. "Wife, you’re right; he lacks one quality. We must pass this onto him; otherwise, he’ll be doomed."
The old woman was taken aback for a moment before responding, "Oh? That’s truly unexpected; it doesn’t seem like something you would say."
The old man opened his sunken yellow eyes wide, revealing a brilliant light deep within them as if a golden glow was about to burst forth—a profound sense of desolation lingered.
"Cough cough, having lived this long, I want to leave something behind for this world; otherwise, even the slightest evidence of my existence might vanish. Wouldn’t that be quite tragic?"
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