I'm a boss at Marvel

09:30 am.

Outside New York City Hall.

A black stretched Lincoln sedan slowly stopped on the steps in front of the city hall.

A dozen muscular bodyguards in black suits jumped out of four black SUVs next to them.

An old man with white hair and a big belly leaned out of the luxury Lincoln.

His steps were steady and his gaze was like a falcon.

More than a dozen bodyguards were guarding him, with solemn expressions and professional movements.

Several senior officials from the city hall came over with smiles on their faces and greeted the old man with various greetings.

But the old man just snorted coldly and walked inside with a straight face.

The bodyguards immediately cleared the passage.

Han Long and Natasha, who had just entered the city hall, were also blocked.

The old man hurried past Han Long. Han Long glanced briefly and said, "He is sick."

The middle-aged male assistant who was carrying a bag and making a phone call turned around and glared at Han Long.

Natasha was afraid of causing trouble, so she quickly said: "Sorry, he didn't mean you."

The middle-aged assistant didn't seem to want to waste time with lower-class people, so he continued to make calls and chased the old man who was walking as fast as flying.

After the bodyguards dispersed, Natasha fiercely pushed Han Long against the wall, "Can you stop making trouble for me?"

"He is really sick." Han Long said calmly, "And if preventive measures are not taken quickly, he will die soon."

"Who do you think you are? A doctor?" Natasha couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Even if you are a doctor, you have to do a laboratory test first to determine whether others are sick!"

Han Long said calmly: "You are talking about ordinary doctors, but the truly advanced medical skill is to look, hear, inquire and diagnose. For a real miracle doctor, you only need to look at it to determine the focus of the disease."

"You mean, you are the miracle doctor?" Natasha smiled.

Han Long shook his head, "No."

"Okay, it seems you still have some self-awareness." Natasha said.

"No, what I mean is... I am not only a miracle doctor, I am also a Poison Saint." Han Long said lightly.

"You... forget it, hurry up and get the marriage certificate, and then I have to investigate the Hydra killer." Natasha said coldly.

The two entered the city hall chapel and quickly applied for a marriage certificate.

From this moment on, they are considered husband and wife.

After getting the marriage certificate, Natasha left.

When Han Long was about to leave, he saw chaos on the second floor of the city hall.

"Doctor! Doctor! Is there a doctor here!" A bodyguard in black ran down the stairs in a hurry.

"I am the doctor!" In the crowd, a long-legged beauty with blond hair and blue eyes raised her hand.

"I'm Christine Palmer, Surgeon-General of Surgery, New York City Hospital!"

"Great doctor! My master has fainted and is in critical condition!"

"lead the way!"

The beautiful doctor Kristine didn't mess around. She spread her long legs like chopsticks and ran up the stairs with the bodyguard.

Many people also followed curiously, wanting to see the excitement.

Han Long didn't want to join in the fun.

But...Christine Palmer?

Isn't this the female doctor that Doctor Strange is pursuing?

Of course, in the current Marvel world, Stephen Strange has not yet become Doctor Strange.

Although Han Long has no interest in the long-legged beauty doctor Christine, since Christine appears here, the old man must be no ordinary person.

What's more, practicing medicine in this world can also increase Han Long's spiritual power.

Han Long weighed it for a moment, then walked up to the second floor at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, on the floor of the corridor on the second floor, an old man was lying on the ground with his back stretched out.

The old man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was blue, and his breath was extremely weak.

There was also a large group of bewildered bodyguards and staff surrounding him.

The old man's assistant looked nervous and was grabbing the phone and shouting hurriedly: "I don't care whether you send an ambulance or a helicopter! Even if you send an aircraft carrier! In short, I want your emergency medical team to rush right away. Come here! If something happens to the master, all of you will be fired! Everyone!"

He hung up the phone angrily, "These losers actually said it would take 10 minutes to get here!"

"Jean! The doctor is here!"

The bodyguards in black protected the beautiful doctor Christine and squeezed in.

Christine lay on the old man's heart and listened.

"The heartbeat is very weak!"

"CPR must be performed immediately!"

While pressing the old man's heart hard, Kristen asked: "Does he have any past medical history? What medications is he currently taking?"

"This..." the assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Our master has always been in good health. He even went boating on the Hudson River yesterday."

They were completely unprepared for the old man's sudden illness.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

"Damn it! The heartbeat is even weaker!"

Kristen pressed harder.

Han Long stood outside the crowd and said calmly: "His blood is too strong. If you use such force, he will only die faster."

Kristine turned back sharply, her almond-shaped eyes widened, "Who said this?"

The crowd of onlookers immediately gave way to a gap.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Long.

Han Long looked calm: "I said so."

Christine looked at Han Long's clothes and said coldly: "Are you a doctor?"

Han Long said: "No."

Christine sarcastically said: "Human life is at stake. If you don't understand anything, don't talk nonsense here!"

"That's right!"

"Where did this guy come from?"

"The real doctors are working hard to save people, but this guy is causing trouble on the side!"

"Looking at how shabbily he is dressed, he probably wants to trick him into eating and drinking, right?"

Everyone present looked at Han Long with contempt.

"Wait! It's you?" The assistant suddenly remembered, "When we came in just now, it was you! You said he was sick! Our master's sudden behavior must have something to do with you! Bodyguard! Put him first Catch him!"

"Yes!"

Seven or eight bodyguards in black suddenly swarmed up and surrounded Han Long.

Han Long looked around coldly and arrogantly, "Yes, I did say that he was sick. Now look at it, am I wrong?"

The assistant immediately froze on the spot.

Han Long said coldly: "Your master's life is at most 3 minutes away. I am the only one who can save your master. If you want him to die suddenly, then just come and catch me."

The bodyguards were all stunned.

The assistant also hesitated.

Christine frowned and said in a stern voice: "Sir, please stop pretending to be a fool here! You will only delay the patient's life! If something goes wrong with the patient, can you afford the responsibility?"

Han Long pursed his lips slightly and said calmly: "Unbutton his chest and look at his Shenzang point - oh, that is the second thoracic and intercostal space, the area two inches away from the front midline. Is there anything there? Purple-black bruises?”

Kristen was startled and hurriedly unbuttoned the old man's shirt.

Sure enough, at the location Han Long mentioned, there was really a ball of purple and black blood the size of a coin!

Kristen gasped.

She is a trauma surgeon. She has never seen this kind of situation before, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.

"You, how did you know?" Kristen asked with wide eyes.

"There are still 2 minutes." Han Long said calmly.