The most courageous pirate hunter

Chapter 19 [Ten Thousand Alpacas Are Doing Sit-ups]

"Boom!"

The back door of the clinic was violently pushed open, nearly causing the doctor, who was drinking, to choke to death.

"what's the situation."

Coughing incessantly, the doctor stormed out of the room into the backyard. The first thing he saw was Hermes, covered in blood, looking so miserable that he seemed ready to die at any moment.

Is he going out to earn living expenses again?

"Dude, you're on the verge of dying!"

The doctor rushed forward to support Hermes, for this was his wealthy patron, and even if he were dead, he would do everything he could to bring him back to life.

Not for any other reason than the considerable sums of money he'd squeezed out of the other person during this period, and crucially, the guy was incredibly generous and never inquired about medical expenses. He was very open-minded and easy to get along with.

His life has improved dramatically now.

This must be maintained consistently.

"You only have five minutes. Use the rest of your time to clean up any traces of my presence, or you'll be in big trouble."

Hermes, pale-faced, went inside and lay down on a chair, breathing weakly.

He is seriously injured now, and the Twin Wheel Pirates are likely to capture him in the town, so he needs to be treated quickly and then escape to find a remote place.

"Hey buddy, you've gotten yourself into big trouble? Is the bounty on this target over 10,000 Berries?"

The doctor looked serious, but his hands and feet were not in a hurry. He pulled out a medical kit from somewhere and ripped off Hermes' upper body with a few snips of his scissors.

That's right.

To this day, he still does not know Hermes' identity, only that Hermes is a pirate hunter, but he only hunts pirates worth a few hundred or a few thousand Berries.

It all depends on self-awareness.

Hermes was simply too young.

"That's it!"

Hermes considered Cocos's bounty: forty-four million, which was indeed more than ten thousand Berries.

There's nothing wrong with that.

"hiss...."

I gasped, my whole body was convulsing, and veins were bulging on my wrists and neck. The doctor was quick, but even so, the excruciating pain was unbearable for most people.

Same as always, no anesthesia.

"It's a gunshot wound."

"That was very dangerous, but thankfully it didn't hit any vital organs."

The doctor continued to stitch up the wounds, as there were other injuries besides the gunshot wound. Looking at the body covered in scars, the doctor couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

It's not easy for someone so young to have to struggle for a living and repeatedly flirt with death.

But I admire myself even more. How could any other doctor have stitched it up so well, and how could they have pulled the young man back from the brink of death time and time again?

It is clear.

This guy had an inexplicable overconfidence in his medical skills; Hermes was still alive thanks to him.

"Exactly five minutes, no more, no less. I've packed all these medicines for you. Let's not see each other for a while!"

"Having been sick for a long time makes one a doctor. I've treated you so many times, you know what to pay attention to, right?"

Doctors are very conscientious, but there aren't many of them.

He was just an ordinary doctor who avoided trouble whenever possible.

Hermes didn't say anything about this, as the other party had already done more than enough.

"I'll pay for your medical expenses next time."

Hermes got up and asked to pay on credit.

I was in a bit of a rush to leave this time.

"Let's go quickly!"

"By the way, I will not hesitate to betray you if I am forced to, so don't blame me for being unethical then."

The doctor wasn't worried about Hermes reneging on the agreement, after all, they had met so many times, and although they weren't close, they still had some connection.

Hermes, carrying the medicine, waved and left.

This doctor doesn't have much of a conscience, but he can still get by.

the other side.

Just as Hermes had guessed, Cocos recalled his men and began searching the entire town, especially some clinics.

To strike while the iron is hot is the proper course of action for a normal person.

In an instant, the entire town of Meyut became lively again.

"Have you heard? Pirate hunter Hermes Jormungandr faced off against Twin-Roller Cocos, but was defeated and seriously injured."

"No wonder the Twin Wheel Pirates are searching everywhere."

"Did Lord Jormungandr lose?"

"Impossible, it must be the Twin Wheel Pirates taking advantage of their numbers."

Shh~ Don't be so loud.

Many clinics were searched, and the news spread quickly.

There are very few people who have seen Hermes, and there are even many different versions of the stories about Hermes.

"Boss, no."

soon.

The Twin Wheel Pirates searched the doctor's place and made a mess of the medicinal herbs. The doctor, who was bowing and scraping to the side, dared not say anything in anger.

"You really haven't saved a kid who was shot?"

The leader of the pirates was a bit agitated. They had already searched several places, but hadn't found any clues.

"Sirs, this is just a small clinic, and we haven't had any business for a long time. I really haven't seen any kids with gunshot wounds."

At this moment, the doctor's mind is filled with a thousand curses, and he's doing sit-ups.

Isn't this obvious?

Gunshot wound.

Little devil.

It turns out that the thing was Hermes Jormungandr, the pirate hunter who had caused such a stir in the town recently, and not some weak pirate hunter who had killed hundreds or thousands of Berries.

When someone commits a crime, they earn at least 30 million Berries.

Oh shit.

The medical expenses were too low.

At that moment, the doctor felt a pang of heartache, as if he had missed out on tens of millions of dollars.

That kid is a real piece of work, he's so damn stingy.

I bother.

The doctor couldn't help but curse inwardly, and instantly felt an urge to report him.

For seven or eight days in a row, the Twin Wheel Pirates searched for Hermes, but they still couldn't find him. Little did they know that Hermes was not in Mayute Town at all, but had appeared far away in the mountains.

Perhaps the doctor was truly skilled, or the medicine was genuine, or perhaps I was physically strong, because the wounds started to scab over in about five or six days.

Then Hermes hunted and practiced asceticism in the forest.

"Roar!"

A five-meter-long tattooed tiger roared, instantly turning the once quiet jungle into chaos, with many birds and beasts running away in all directions.

Only one two-legged creature stood still, frowning in thought.

Anger was evident in the tiger's eyes. It had been taking a nice nap when this human appeared out of nowhere and kicked it in the rear, nearly scaring it into incontinence.

The most crucial point is that this human is not afraid of him, which is a very serious problem.

It felt its authority had been violated, and as the leader of this forest, it absolutely could not tolerate it.

The real tiger was hunting, its gaping maw, untouched for decades, contained an astonishing amount of poison. Hermes instinctively held his breath.

"wrong."

Having narrowly escaped the attack, Hermes frowned.

"It's still not right. What's missing?"