marvel god of war

Fury sat down next to Wayne, who first served Ashley a bowl of soup and then another bowl for Fury.

Fury took a sip and suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked blankly: "Isn't there any staple food?"

Wayne looked directly into his one eye and asked, "Did you buy any staple food?"

Fury shook his head honestly: "No."

Wayne said matter-of-factly: "Then there will be no staple food."

Fury: ...Fuck!

Wayne's cooking skills are just like that, he's good at everything but not good at anything.

But it was enough to feed Ashley, who had never eaten good food, and Fury, who had never eaten good food.

Fury was not used to the taste of chopped green onion and coriander in the beef soup at first, but after insisting on drinking a bowl, he found that he couldn't stop.

The beef soup was finished quickly, but Fu Rui didn't touch the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, because he still couldn't accept the way of eating with others.

He wiped his mouth, and his mood improved as he drank the bowls of hot soup. He asked jokingly: "Which cook did you secretly learn this from? You're pretty good at it!"

Ashley clumsily picked out the eggs from the tomato scrambled eggs with a fork, which made Wayne's teeth itch.

I wanted to give him a lesson but was reluctant, so I looked away and said to Fury: "Now that I understand the situation, I have to ask you to cooperate with me."

Fury understood what Wayne was talking about, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Of course, but I trust you so much, you won't backhand me, right?"

Wayne smiled, licked his lips and said, "Didn't you already guess that I was going to fuck you? Does it mean you have to get an answer to feel comfortable? Hahaha."

Fury glanced at him and sighed: "Oh, I can probably understand why you are worried, but...but why do I feel so unhappy!"

"There's no way." Wayne quietly took the fork from Ashley's hand, put the tomatoes and eggs together and fed them to her, saying, "In this situation, instead of reinventing the wheel, it's better to die together and find another way out. ."

Fury became more and more angry when he heard Wayne speak so easily, snorted and said: "Huh, that's easy to say, but you're not the one looking for another way!"

Wayne knew the deep meaning of Fury's words and did not answer his words. He turned to Ashley and said, "The vegetables are delicious. Don't tomatoes taste good?"

Ashley said with a bitter face: "It's so sour..."

Wayne frowned and took a sip, and immediately said, "Why is it sour? It's so sweet! Eat it quickly!"

Fury saw that the father and daughter began to interact with each other regardless of his presence, and he felt like an outsider.

However, this kind of warmth still made him feel a little warm.

He stayed for a while longer, waiting until his mood completely improved before he left to meet his fate.

The sound of the door closing made Wayne stop feeding and said apologetically: "I won't eat it. It's really too sour. I'll buy some sweet tomatoes next time."

Ashley was so angry that she slammed the table and shouted: "It's so sour! You made me eat so much!"

As she spoke, Ashley lifted up her clothes, revealing a white bulging belly, as if to show Wayne his evil deeds.

Wayne quickly pulled off her clothes, poked her little face and said, "Are you ashamed! Put your clothes on quickly!"

Ashley shook her head honestly and said with a smile, "I'm not ashamed!"

Wayne was amused by her silly look, but he didn't teach her the difference between men and women at this time.

He's only seven years old. He's still very young. Let's talk about it in another year or two.

The father and daughter put away the dishes, and when Wayne was about to teach Ashley how to wash the dishes, they received a call from Tracy.

"Trish? What's wrong?"

"No, no, I just wanted to ask how your health is, are you okay?"

While instructing Ashley to wash the dishes a little cleaner, Wayne replied, "Much better. She's out of the hospital."

"So fast?" Trish was a little surprised, and then said embarrassedly: "Well, I want to ask you, can I use your car to take my sister to the hospital? She seems to be sick, and there is no other transportation at home. Tools, so...is that okay?”

"Okay, you can just use it." Wayne said, bringing Ashley a small stool for her to stand on and wash the dishes, and then asked: "Is it serious? Do you need to go to my doctor?"

In terms of medical level, Medicine Country is definitely the best in the world.

But when it comes to the level of medical services, the pharmaceutical country can be said to be last in the world.

The long queues at public hospitals in Medicine Country can make people doubt their lives. It is not uncommon to wait in line for ten and a half months if you have a cold.

The flu can kill people, so you know how unreliable this country is.

Compared with public hospitals, private hospitals are hundreds of times more convenient, but the fees are extremely high. Most people cannot afford to see a doctor even if they have medical insurance. Who can afford a gastroscopy costing [-] dollars?

After all, Wayne had some memories of his previous life, so he knew a little bit about them, so he asked this question.

Trish was about to refuse, but remembering the urine properties of New York Hospital, she hesitated again and asked in a nonchalant manner: "Ah? Is this...is this okay?"

Hagrid's clinic is not an ordinary clinic. It's the kind of place where a plain-headed person like Trish would be persuaded to leave if she went there.

It's not that the money is not enough, but that her status is not qualified enough and it's not her turn.

"It's okay, just say that I introduced you." Just after Wayne finished speaking, Hagrid couldn't help but think about Hagrid's concealment of his condition from him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You go over now and I'll give him a call."

"This...this is really thank you, really, Wayne, I..."

Tracy kept talking, and Wayne hung up the phone impatiently, and then dialed Hagrid's number.

"Wayne? How is your illness? Is there anything the bureau can do?"

Hagrid seemed to be still sleeping, his voice sounded muffled.

"Didn't Fury tell you?" Wayne snorted, with a murderous tone that made Hagrid shudder. He got up from the bed tremblingly and asked, "You know everything?"

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Wayne heard his voice trembling and didn't bother to argue with him, and said, "But I hope this is the last time, okay?"

Feeling that he had escaped, he breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly promised: "Okay, okay, I promise not to leak your information to anyone in the future!"

"The girl who sent me to your place last night will go to your clinic to treat her sister later. You can show her what's wrong."

Hagrid agreed and quickly drove to Manhattan.

"Is this Mr. Tracy's call?"

Ashley washes dishes quickly but sloppily.

Wayne took her back to wash the dishes again while replying: "Yes, Teacher Tracy's sister is sick. You may not be able to attend class today."

Ashley was a little disappointed, but she was still eager to learn: "Can we go buy books today?"

"Okay, let's go buy books today."

...

"Jessica, you look really bad. Can you tell me in detail what happened last night?"

Tracy asked worriedly as she helped Jessica downstairs.

Jessica returned home with her front and back last night.

Originally, she was ready to accept the cross-examination from this stupid sister, but she went straight back to the room in a daze.

This made her feel very strange, because although Jessica usually looked distant, she was still very close to her.

When she got up to go to school this morning, she came to Jessica's room and took a look, and happened to find her lying there, staring at the ceiling, her eyes bloodshot, and she looked very tired.

Trish tried several times to wake Jessica up, but all failed.

Jessica was like an animated vegetable, without responding at all.

After finally making some movement, she started to giggle again and talk to herself about a man named Gilgrave.

Jessica described an image of a man who was humorous and cheerful, but to Trish, she sounded like a PUA victim.

That’s why I thought of taking Jessica to the hospital for a checkup.

Jessica was obsessed with "love" and couldn't extricate herself, but she did not refuse Trish's request and followed her to the hospital.

But she also felt a sense of weakness in her limbs for some reason, as if it was the aftereffects of being high.

Jessica covered her head in discomfort, shook her head and said, "Nothing special happened. We just went to have a meal and kissed, and he sent me back. I...I don't know. What's wrong."

Trish sighed and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to interrogate Jessica when she saw her uncomfortable look, and helped her get into the car.

"Where are you taking me? Isn't this the way to the hospital?"

Jessica vaguely realized that something was wrong. After carefully looking at the interior of the car, she asked, "Whose car does this belong to?"

"A friend of mine's car will take you to his personal doctor. Sit tight and rest for a while."

Tracy didn't want to talk about her tutoring in detail, so she just brushed it off.In order to dispel Jessica's curiosity, she added: "Leave your words to the doctor, otherwise you will be speechless later."

Jessica rolled her eyes at her, turned around and lay down.

Hell's Kitchen is still a little far away from the Upper East Side, and the roads are quite congested during the morning rush hour.

Trish arrived at the clinic almost at the same time as Hagrid, who came from Long Island.

"Hello, Dr. Hager, I'm Trish, I'm..."

Hagrid immediately recognized Trish, a blonde beauty with long legs, and waved his hand: "Wayne introduced you, right? It's okay, come with me."

Today, Thursday, is his rest time.

However, Hagrid, who was called over to work overtime, didn't complain at all. He hurriedly opened the clinic door and led the two sisters up to the second floor.

After arriving in the consulting room, Tracy explained Jessica's situation to Hagrid.

Hagrid looked at Jessica's gloomy face, shined a flashlight into her pupils and asked, "Did you take any medicine last night?"

Jessica shook her head and looked slightly confused: "No, I haven't touched that thing for a long time, and I don't even take painkillers. Have I been drugged?"

......