Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 77 Attacked
"Yes, a more famous symbiotic type..."

Before Song Yarong finished her words, Sun Hang suddenly felt a malicious gaze penetrating the shell of the car and falling on himself. At the same time, a not too strong sense of crisis surged up.

"Lie down." Sun Hang said. At the same time, the mycelium spread rapidly, forming a barrier with no dead angles in front of him.

"Ah?" Song Yarong was stunned for a moment, completely unable to react to what Sun Hang said.

At this moment, a light off-road vehicle with a military license plate drove past on the side of the road in the opposite direction. At the moment the two vehicles met, the muzzles of two assault rifles suddenly popped out from the windows of the off-road vehicle and fired fiercely at the van that Sun Hang and his companions were riding in!

As an official vehicle used in the city, this van was not equipped with protective steel plates, and the bullet instantly pierced through the car body. Song Yarong groaned and immediately fell on the seat.

Her protective suit was half-undressed, with the zipper pulled all the way to her waist. Her entire upper body was only covered with tight underwear and a thin T-shirt, which had no protective capabilities at all.

Blood kept oozing out from her chest, leaving a large dark red stain on her clothes.

Fortunately, the driver sitting in the front was not hit in the vital parts. The bullet pierced his arm and shoulder. Although the wound was bleeding profusely, he still endured the severe pain and stepped on the brakes. The harsh noise of the tires rubbing against the road immediately resounded throughout the entire block.

The moment he was attacked, Ye Jiu smashed the roof of the car, jumped directly onto the road, and chased after the off-road vehicle.

Sun Hang used mycelium to block the wounds on Song Yarong's body and tried his best to stop the bleeding.

"Are the ones who attacked us humans?" Sun Hang asked in the communication channel.

"Well... If I'm not mistaken, this is a group of crazy people who worship weird things. I just don't know where they stole the military vehicles and guns and ammunition from!" Ye Jiu answered while chasing, "Is the researcher still alive?"

"She's alive for now. I've helped her stop the bleeding." Sun Hang said, "But her lungs were punctured. If she's not sent to the hospital in time, she'll die."

"The rescue team has already set off. Ask her to hold on a little longer!"

The tires and axles of the van had been punctured, and the fact that the vehicle did not roll over was a credit to the driver's superb skills and their incredible luck. The vehicle could no longer be driven - and the nearest hospital was twelve kilometers away.

There is a community hospital in the nearby neighborhood, but its medical staff and equipment do not meet the necessary conditions for performing emergency surgery.

Song Yarong's actual situation was worse than what Sun Hang said in the communication.

The bullet did not simply pierce her lung, but rolled as it entered her body, shattering most of her lung and tearing apart several important blood vessels.

Although the mycelium that penetrated into Song Yarong's body temporarily controlled the internal bleeding, blood foam mixed with lung fragments continued to flow out of Song Yarong's mouth and nasal cavity - she did not die on the spot when she was shot, which can be regarded as a miracle of life.

Not to mention the rescue convoy, even if Song Yarong was teleported to the operating table right now, she probably wouldn't be able to be saved.

She needs to immediately replace a new lung lobe before she can survive... Sun Hang thought about it and focused his attention on the hyphae that remained in Song Yarong's body.

These hyphae gradually began to change. They pulled and adhered the broken lung lobes and blood vessels together to fill the missing parts, and then differentiated into different tissue cells...Finally, they cleared away the "waste residue" and blood congestion that blocked the trachea and blood vessels.

Song Yarong's face was still very pale, but at least she could breathe freely like a normal person. "Is Researcher Song okay?" The driver pressed his wound with gauze and asked with some difficulty.

From the perspective of others, Song Yarong suffered a fatal injury. Both the location of the bullet and the horrific amount of bleeding seemed to be announcing the arrival of death.

"She's not dead, she just lost a lot of blood." Sun Hang said, "We need to give her a blood transfusion in time when the rescue team arrives."

"This car was originally converted from an ambulance. There is a first aid kit and a freezer under the seat," the driver said. "There are syringes in the first aid kit and emergency plasma in the freezer. See if you can use it."

"Oh?"

Sun Hang looked down and saw a freezer with a combination lock fixed right under his butt.

"What's the password?" Sun Hang asked.

"I might have to look through my memo...my phone is in my pocket, but I'm a little inconvenient right now..." the driver said.

"Forget it. There's no need to go through so much trouble." Two hyphae drilled directly into the gap of the combination lock. With a slight twist, the metal lock tongue broke into two pieces. Sun Hang opened the box and took out several bags of plasma wrapped in aluminum foil.

In hospitals, in order to minimize rejection reactions, not only must the blood types be consistent before transfusion, but a cross-matching test must also be performed - but in an emergency, type O blood can be transfused to the injured as universal blood.

Sun Hang did not take the syringe from another first aid kit. Instead, he directly pierced the blood bag with a hollow hyphae and inserted the other end into Song Yarong's blood vessel. As the hyphae moved rhythmically, the plasma in the blood bag was pumped directly into Song Yarong's body.

"This ability is really useful." The driver sighed in a low voice, "This is the first time I've seen a hunter use his special ability to save lives and heal the wounded..."

"Have you seen many hunters? What are their abilities?" Sun Hang raised his head and glanced at the driver and asked.

“There are probably at least thirty or forty of them,” the driver said. “But to be honest… most hunters don’t really like to talk to people. Plus, due to the station’s regulations, I have no idea what abilities they have.”

"In fact, I've always been curious. In the eyes of ordinary people like you, what kind of existence is a hunter?" Sun Hang asked, "Is he a human with special abilities, or a monster that looks like a human? Or something else?"

“Then it seems to me that you hunters must be the same kind! After all, when monsters invade, it’s the hunters who are at the forefront.” The driver said, “As for ordinary people, it’s hard to say… After all, they don’t know much about monsters and hunters, so it’s normal for them to have emotions like fear and hatred. But as far as I know, among the young people nowadays, it seems that many people admire hunters and even hope to become a hunter themselves.”

When the driver said this, for some reason, the face of 0401 automatically popped up in Sun Hang's mind.

That guy seemed to really want to be a hunter.

But between his ideals and his life, he rationally chose the latter.

"As for the beasts that just attacked us, I can roughly guess their identities." The driver suddenly cursed, "This group of people is divided into moderates and radicals. The moderates advocate the coexistence of humans and monsters. They believe that monsters infecting humans is helping humans evolve, and it is natural that those who cannot successfully evolve will be eliminated by nature. This group of idiots often ask the Federation to lift the blockades in various border areas and disband the hunter organization on the Internet... As for the radicals, they will only indiscriminately attack investigation bureaus and monster research institutes everywhere - in my opinion, these people are more hateful than monsters!"

(End of this chapter)