The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 74 26. Zhou Ke'er: Mr. Mason's medicine is so good that I can't help but want to give him a gift—【950】

  ((Add more brothers for "Midsummer's Presumptuousness"))

  Mason stayed up all night again, and in the early morning of the next day, he poured himself a bottle of advanced vitality potion with his face full of immortality to instantly revive him on the spot. After taking a shower, he rushed to work at the clinic across the street on time.

   Of course Dr. Leslie's nagging is unavoidable.

  However, the cold-faced and warm-hearted doctor did not really drive Mason out of the clinic. After all, it is really hard to find such an active employee.

   And the doctor also saw the whole process of Mason curing Batman. Although she is not interested in mysterious alchemy, it is not a bad thing to keep Mason in the clinic.

   In the unlikely event that he encounters a patient who cannot be treated by himself, the pragmatic Dr. Leslie does not mind using powers other than science to cure the disease and save the patient.

  But today's Gotham is really calm, which makes people feel a little at a loss.

   After taking care of all the bandaging and dressing changes in the entire clinic, Mason was actually idle. He sat in the nurses' lounge and looked at the city outside the window with some puzzlement.

   It shouldn't be!

   It's been two days since Batman was attacked.

  Why are the guys who attacked Batman still holding their breath? In this case, shouldn't there be a bloodbath in this city immediately?

   "Are you free?"

  Dr. Leslie, who was about to enter the operating room in the first aid form, suddenly opened the door and saw Mason fishing. She raised her eyebrows and said:

   "Go clean up and help out in the emergency room, just delivered a patient who needs surgery. Can you sew?"

   "Practice."

   Mason immediately got up and followed.

   Thirty minutes later, he and the doctor walked out of the emergency room and were scolded by the doctor:

   "Compared to your perfect bandaging skills, your suturing skills are as bad as an intern! Come with me and I will only teach you once, and if you don't learn it again, your salary will be deducted!"

  Mason complained in his heart that although the stitching just now did not reach the outstanding craftsmanship, it was still an excellent evaluation, and it was impossible to be worse than the intern.

  But facing the doctor who wanted to teach him something, Mason certainly would not refuse.

  Pitdianpidian just followed the past and studied for almost an hour, and then went to the kitchen as a guest cook until the afternoon after get off work, and the day passed like this.

   Mason, who had learned a lot of new skills, was in a good mood and felt that Dr. Leslie was such a good teacher. He left the clinic with a suitcase and crossed the street to return to his hut.

  Before he even opened the door, a small car stopped behind him with a screeching sound.

   "You almost hit me!"

   Mason frowned and scolded, but as the car door opened and a blonde girl came out who apologized repeatedly, Mason's anger subsided.

   It's not a distinction.

  The main reason is that he still has to thank the female driver for not killing her.

"why you?"

  The young man opened the rolling shutter door of Cooper's shop, and looked at Dr. Harley Quizell in sportswear in surprise. He said in a strange and guilty tone:

   "Is there something wrong with the medicine? You came to me to complain?"

   "No, it's not! No problem!"

  Dr. Halle was very excited, and felt that the street was not a place to talk, so he pushed and pulled Mason into the small shop and closed the door. Then he said with a burst of joy:

   "Your medicines are very useful! I tried several of my patients last night. Except for Mr. J who was very resistant, the other patients performed very well last night.

   But I am in charge of a lot of patients, so I have run out of potions, so I will hurry over to you to get some more. "

   "Mr. J is very resistant? Joker?"

  Mason raised his eyebrows, put the suitcase on the counter, unbuttoned his coat, and asked:

   "Why did he resist? Is it because the potion didn't work for him?"

   "No, useful, even overly useful."

  Dr. Halle fell down and said:

   “I put him on a tranquilizer first, and he said he did feel relieved but the peace of mind made him sick, and then he became very manic, and I had to give him two doses of tranquilizers.

   Works great.

  He behaved quickly.

  Actually, even the dean said that he had never seen Mr. J so cooperative. I had been observing him last night.

  He seemed to resist the idea of ​​relaxing him.

  He resisted sleeping and asked me to get out of his ward. In desperation, I could only use euphoria on him again, trying to make him feel exhilarated and happy.

Then

  He bangs his head on the toilet and tries to kill himself. "

   Speaking of this, Dr. Halle was very depressed, her eyes were even red, and she whispered:

"But I know that's not the problem with your drugs, Mason, Mr. J just doesn't like the kind of positive pleasure that cheers him up. He's a chaotic man, and the things that make people happy are the worst things to him poison.

  He hates me.

  After he attempted suicide and was rescued, he asked the dean to change the attending doctor. He yelled at me and said that he never wanted to see me, a 'witch' again.

  Mason, do you think I'm really annoying? "

   This girl seems to have been hit.

  She would look up at Mason pitifully, like a cat begging to be petted. Mason wanted to say something to comfort the poor woman who was abandoned by the clown.

  But the next moment, Mason's expression became weird.

  Because of the darkness and lighting last night, he didn't pay much attention to Harley Quizell's eyes, but it was still dusk, and under the natural light, Mason quickly discovered some strange places.

  Dr. Harley Quizell's pupils were obviously a little abnormally dull, which reminded him of some of the symptoms of "charm" and "hypnosis" he had seen in the Encyclopedia of Potions.

   "Come here, sit here!"

  Mason pulled a chair over and let the female doctor in front of him sit down. He bent down and looked her eyes carefully, and said:

   "Take off your glasses."

   "Huh? Any questions?"

  Harry obediently took off her glasses and blinked her beautiful big blue eyes.

   Now Mason could see more clearly, the sluggishness in her pupils formed a stark and weird contrast with the expression on her cheeks.

  Mason's brows were wrinkled even tighter.

   A moment later, he reached out and touched the pin on the collar, and injected a little burning magic into it when his fingers flicked sparks.

   "John, can you hear me?"

  The young man asked a question.

   "This thing is not for you to communicate across the world!"

   After several seconds, Zha Kang's intermittent voice sounded from it, and he said:

   "Bring your tattoo closer."

  Mason leaned his left arm on his collar, and Constantine's voice suddenly became clear, and he said:

   "I'm currently researching this weird curse thing. It should have more uses, such as long-distance magic communication. What's wrong with me? I'm busy feeding that 'Rainbow Pony' that you left here.

   If none of you want it, I'll give it to Zha.

  This little **** just ate my magic book! "

   "Wow, your tiepin is talking."

  Dr. Halle was taken aback, and her scream made Zha Kang instantly "spirited". This unscrupulous guy whistled and said:

   "Hey, is there a girl next to Mason? It must be late in the evening over there, right? This is an ambiguous time, are you in bed?

  I didn't bother you, did I?

   Contact me in this situation, is it because the little chick doesn't know how to proceed?

   It doesn't matter, let Brother John teach you.

  First, lick your finger and put in"

   "Shut up, John!"

   Mason scolded, and smiled apologetically at Dr. Halle, who was blushing, and said in a low voice:

   "Help me see the situation of the lady in front of me, John, I suspect that she has been hypnotized, and there are obvious signs of sluggishness in her pupils. But the strange thing is that her actions and thinking are not affected."

   "Isn't that strange badge around your neck vibrating?"

  Jack Kang asked a question, Mason denied it, and then heard the black magician say impatiently:

   "Then it has nothing to do with magic power! It should be the spiritual guidance of a brilliant hypnotist or the long-term effect of some drugs that can affect the mind. The most likely reason is that she took too many drugs.

   Anyway, give her a pick-me-up!

  A five-fold dose of intense stimulation at once should be enough to break the hypnosis.

  Don’t bother me with these little things next time. Of course, if you have a conscience, remember to open your eyes and let me watch the ‘live’ when you are with a girl next time.

That's all.

  My magic power is only 98% left.

Next chat. "

  The eyeballs of the Eye of Hell on Mason's collar closed strangely.

  This bizarre scene made Dr. Halle, who was just an ordinary person, widen her eyes. She looked at Mason curiously and wanted to ask. But when he thought that the young man in front of him was an alchemist, everything seemed to make sense.

   But Halle disagreed with the claim that she was hypnotized. Putting on her gold-rimmed glasses, she retorted in a very academic tone:

   "I have a doctorate in psychology, Mason, I can confirm whether I have been hypnotized, and your suspicion is completely groundless!"

"Yeah?"

  Mason curled his lips, slammed five bottles of refreshment on the counter, and said to Harley Zequier:

   "Then drink them all to prove it. I have to make the potion you want, and it will take a few hours, just so you can help me look after the store.

   Don't bother me in the basement. "

   After finishing speaking, the young man rolled up his sleeves and walked to the basement with his suitcase, closing the door with a bang.

  Dr. Harley, who was left in the store, looked at the five bottles of refreshment potions in front of her eyes. She hesitated, but since she confirmed that Mason's potion had no side effects last night, she is just idle now anyway.

  She walked into the counter and pretended to be the owner of the shop, then unscrewed the stopper and took a gulp.

Refreshing Potion is a potion specially used to boost the spirit. Its effect is simpler but stronger than the Rejuvenating Vitality Potion. This potion with a strong mint flavor makes Harley Quizel feel swallowed A spiritual bomb was fired, and the spirit-stimulating feeling went straight to the sky, causing her to shudder several times before she realized it.

"Comfortable!"

  The female doctor grinned and felt that she was full of energy now, all the fatigue was swept away, and even her mind seemed to be much clearer.

  She took another look at the remaining four bottles of potion, then reached for the second bottle.

Three hours later, when Mason walked out of the basement with a small box of potion that he had just made, he saw a man lying on a chair behind the counter staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, even his shoes were kicked off, curled up like It's the Harley Quinzel of "Broken."

  Five empty bottles of refreshing agents were thrown under the feet, and the exquisite gold-rimmed glasses were also thrown on the counter.

"What’s wrong with you?"

   Mason asked a question.

  Dr. Halle didn't speak but curled himself up tighter.

   After a few seconds, she buried her head in her arms and said:

   "I was hypnotized, man. I was hypnotized by Mr. J. I didn't realize that the villain had been tempting me to think in his crazy way.

   What an idiot I am for trying to turn me into a lunatic like him.

   Ivy kept reminding me, even Mudface reminded me, but I didn't realize it at all.

  Almost!

   I was only a little bit away from turning back.

  I simply thought that it was just because I was tired during this period that I liked to think wildly. I thought that the barbaric thoughts that occasionally erupted from my heart and wanted to smash something were just because of pressure.

No!

no

  He's transforming me!

   That villain is reinventing me with his ideas! "

  "But now that you are awake, Furuxin escaped from the dark cage that a lunatic set for you, and you have truly realized how dangerous your patient is.

  Maybe this will help you dream more rationally when choosing your career goals later. "

  Mason shrugged, put the box full of potions on the table in front of Dr. Halle, and said:

   "These potions should be enough for your patients to use for a week, I hope you can help me record the process of their effect and the effect on different conditions.

  If you trust me, then I will have more magic potions for your patients to use. "

   "Why are you helping them?"

  Dr. Halle's mood was a little unstable at the moment. She stared with red eyes and asked:

   "You know they are felons! They are not good people!"

   "I think your definition of 'help' is a little bit wrong. I'm using them for drug experiments now, Harley."

  Mason replied quietly.

   One sentence blocked all of Dr. Halle's questioning.

   "You are a professional psychiatrist, Zhou Ke'er wants to hypnotize you, you can't just use words, he must also use some drugs that can interfere with mental thinking."

  The young man took a look at Harley Quizel's current state, rubbed his chin and said:

   "I'm very interested in those drugs, can you allow me to go around where you work? Maybe you need a personal consultant? The kind that doesn't work but provides medical advice and special treatments."

  Harry immediately understood what Mason meant, she rubbed her head and said:

   "You are still the first person who wants to take the initiative to work as an assistant in Arkham Asylum, but maybe I really need a friend who is an alchemist to protect me, so that this bad thing doesn't happen again.

  I still have to deal with Mr. J in the future.

  I wouldn't dare go near him without your help, but Mason, I don't have that much money to pay your salary. "

   "It's okay, it's a public welfare action."

  The young man smiled.

   Reaching out to pull up Dr. Harley Quinzel, who might never become a "Harley Quinn" again in this life, Harley was silent for a while looking at Mason's sunny and gentle smile.

  The young man ten years younger than her in front of her is in stark contrast to Mr. J who is like a devil in her heart and laughing eeriely.

  She said thank you softly, and went to the bathroom to clean her face.

   A few minutes later, the two drove to the outskirts of the city in Harley's car. The world-famous madhouse was just outside the suburbs. When they arrived at this eerie place, Mason got out of the car and called the kiteman.

   "Don't wait, midnight tonight, let's gather when I get back from work."

   Mason grumbled on the phone:

  "Those **** who attacked Batman couldn't wait to come. Seeing that Batman is about to recover but still hasn't appeared, it is estimated that they want to dove through this destructive operation.

   Waiting for those trash from the League of Assassins to stir up chaos so that we can fish in troubled waters is hopeless.

   Let's do it tonight!

  Go to the medical warehouse of Wayne Industries to steal the vaccine, Catwoman will stabilize Batman and create enough time and opportunities for us. "

   "Okay, boss, I'm ready now."

  The kite man replied confidently, and then asked:

   "But you seem to be busy right now? Where are you, boss, do you want me to pick you up?"

   "I'm visiting Arkham Asylum."

  Mason followed Dr. Halle into the dark building in front of him, and he said:

   "Just snatching back a lost soul from Mr. Zhou Keer gives me a sense of accomplishment. I'm going to have a chat with your ex-boss right now.

  Charles, need me to give him a word for you? "

   "Let that neuropathy go to hell."

  The kiteman said in disgust:

   "I don't want to have anything to do with him in my life. Be careful, boss. Zhou Ke'er is a real lunatic. If he smiles at you, it means he wants to do bad things to you.

  Don't talk to him again, shoot him immediately!

   Don't hit it crookedly.

  Trust me, the whole world will thank you for it. "

  (end of this chapter)