The driver slammed on the gas pedal, breaking through the blinding light and speeding away...
Wutong handed over the well-organized documents to Roy beforehand... Roy examined them carefully. Dr. Bennett from the Provincial Upright Hospital indeed possessed remarkable skills. He studied abroad in the Mimbo Republic during his youth, and upon returning home, he further specialized in respiratory medicine for over a decade. Recently, he was promoted to chief physician, focusing on tuberculosis and respiratory tract alterations, having amassed rich experience in treatment.
The facts also proved that Wutong chose the right person,
Driving to the hospital, Roy met Bennett...
After hearing about Tanjuro's condition, Dr. Bennett quickly suggested a treatment plan... employing a quadruple therapy of isoniazid, rifampin, pyrazinamide, and ethambutol, combined in a balanced, systematic, and complete manner, greatly increasing the possibility of a cure.
"He also mentioned it would be best to bring in the patient for medication tailored to the symptoms..."
"Young Master, what do you think... should we schedule another time with him?"
Leaving the Upright Hospital and heading to the airport, Wutong organized the medical plan provided by Bennett, cautiously asking Roy.
Roy closed his eyes, resting, knowing exactly what was on his mind.
He was merely curious about who the patient was.
However, since it involved Tanjuro and the 'Gate of Cognition,' Roy naturally wouldn't disclose a single detail, but...
Bennett's words unexpectedly reminded him—
Since it's impossible to deliver the drugs through 'Anti-Conjuration,' could another approach be to bring people out from the cognition world using 'Conjuration'?
If possible... not only could Tanjuro's illness be resolved, but even... Urokodaki Sakonji... and the strong individuals he would meet in the cognition world could be brought into the Hunter World through 'Conjuration,' becoming his left and right hands.
So, the core problem boils down to one—
Can living humans withstand Conjuration, and is there any precedent to prove it?
This is a question worth deep exploration.
Thoughts racing in his mind...
Roy silently pondered for a moment, directly refusing Wutong: "Let's discuss later."
Food is eaten bite by bite, the road is walked step by step, the cultivation of the Four Major Principles is not yet complete, thinking too far ahead will only add unnecessary worry.
"Buzz—"
The driver slammed on the accelerator, speeding away... about ten minutes later, they arrived at the airport.
Wutong first opened the car door for Roy. The young master bent down and stepped out, looked up at the marquee, and signaled Wutong to use [Zetsu], retracting part of the sense naturally emanating from his body to disguise as an ordinary person.
The airport was crowded, mastering disguise is a compulsory course for becoming a professional assassin.
On this trip down the mountain, Roy and Wutong were both dressed as ordinary people... the young master wore sportswear and sneakers, holding a 'hiking stick,' presenting the image of an 'outdoor adventure kid.'
Wutong's attire was simpler, a baseball cap, plaid shirt, jeans, flat shoes, carrying two suitcases, looking very much like a college student returning home, having taken a part-time job to earn some pocket money, taking his younger brother out for a trip to broaden their horizon.
Master and servant retracted their senses, entering the waiting hall, but went in separate ways, one to collect tickets, and one found an empty seat and sat down.
Beside him was a mother and son, the mother was teaching the child words by hand, glanced at Roy, smiled slightly at him as a greeting.
Roy nodded back in greeting, saving a seat for Wutong, waiting for the 'college student' to return with the tickets, the master and servant quietly awaited check-in and boarding, with the suitcases checked-in.
The airport in the Hunter World was not much different from his previous life... the waiting hall was also filled with shops, mainly selling snacks, local specialties, clothing, duty-free products, bustling with activity.
"Boom—"
A "firecracker" sound caught the attention of many travelers.
It turned out to be a new candy store having its grand opening promotion.
The "firecracker" was merely a store clerk dressed as a plush toy, firing a celebratory firework tube.
Streamers flew, the little girl immediately lost interest in studying and insisted on playing... the mother couldn't resist her, following her, passing by Roy, apologizing with a smile, asking him to keep an eye on a plastic bag placed on the chair, containing some books, picture books, a water cup, and snacks, nothing very valuable.
Roy didn't mind, it was just a convenient gesture... watching the mother and daughter leave, his scanning gaze noticed... among the clerks advertising the promotional event, there was one dressed as a clown, face painted with tear star makeup, with a red nose, red pointed hat on the head, clown boots, his gaze suddenly tightened!
"Young Master, something's off." Roy wasn't the only one to notice the strange clerk, Wutong did too.
He subtly leaned over, whispered: "That guy is suspicious, those sample candies he's distributing are all imbued with 'Nen.'"
Imbuing an object with Nen can be achieved with [Ten]...
Once imbued, the object leaves hand, it's no longer [Ten], but an advanced application of [Ten]—
[Shu]!
[Shu]: Applying the technique of [Ten] to wrap Nen around objects touched by the body, enhancing the nature of those objects.
Evidently, the person is a well-developed 'Nen user.'
Coupled with his clown attire....
Roy and Wutong exchanged a glance, simultaneously recalling a person... the terrorist who committed heinous crimes in the Mimbo Republic—'Joker'!
What's he doing in the Republic of Padokea?
Wutong discreetly reached for his pocket, where a few coins were kept, but Roy gently shook his head and held him down....
He hesitated for a moment, tilting his head to Roy, who pointed his chin towards the hall entrance....
A black sedan stopped, through the door walked several tall figures, they too wore casual clothes, disguised as ordinary travelers, but their eyes frequently glanced at the 'clown,' clearly of unusual identity.
"Are they from the Hunter Association?"
"Uncertain..."
After noticing the anomaly, Roy and Wutong used lip reading,
Silently communicating:
"Not our business, no need to ask further, find a chance, go to the bathroom, change our tickets, and board the next airship."
Roy didn't want to invite unnecessary trouble, fearing grandfather Zeno might waste a trip this time...
A moving terrorist capable of escaping the Mimbo Republic, security over there was looser than an old lady's waistband!
"Young Master, should we notify Master Zeno?"
Grandfather Zeno only set out on Tsubone this morning, wouldn't have gone far...
Roy pondered for several seconds and said: "Send him a text."
"Yes." Wutong stood up and left his seat, to execute the order.
Forty minutes left till boarding, still enough time for changing tickets...
After he left, Roy alone pretending nonchalant, closed his eyes to rest, unexpectedly....
The mother and daughter returned, bringing him a delightful surprise—
"Big brother, have some candy."