witcher in marvel

Chapter 54
McCarthy Hospital today, just like yesterday, is still overcrowded.

Almost no matter where you are in the hospital, you can see doctors and nurses working hard.

except somewhere.

Strange was wearing a doctor's uniform, with his hair styled meticulously. He stood outside the observation wall of the observation room, with his hands in his pockets, watching the operation process in the operating room with a disdainful expression on his face.

He tried to persuade him a few times with good intentions, but Christine still insisted on the operation.

An operation that is bound to fail!

Not to mention Christine, who is not outstanding in medical skills, even Nick, who is second only to him in experience, can at most guarantee a [-]% success rate for this operation.

The success rate was too low, and the return rate was even worse. The neurosurgeons in the hospital avoided him, and only Christine foolishly stepped forward, just for that point of meaningless sympathy.

Strange felt very uncomfortable that kindness was treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. He was waiting for her failure here, and even prepared a sarcasm line.

Hmm... that's Strange's way of expressing concern!
"The method is very steady."

"Ah, a few millimeters more will cut the nerve... I actually avoided it."

"Kristen has improved a lot."

"Impossible, such a wound, why is there so little bleeding?"

Watching this difficult operation proceed in an orderly manner, the expression on Strange's face was wonderful.

Even he, the chief neurosurgeon, found it difficult, but Christine, an emergency doctor, managed it with ease.

Has he not woken up yet?
click!
The door of the operating room opened, and Christine came out, took off the mask on his face, and his face was full of joy.

"doctor……"

The old woman who was waiting at the door stood up and looked at her tremblingly, for fear that she would utter the words outside the operating room.

Christine smiled softly: "Don't worry, the operation is in good condition."

"thanks, thanks!"

The old woman wept with joy and thanked her for holding her hand.

However, soon a basin of cold water was poured over.

"Malignant glioma is the deadliest of brain tumors. His disease has spread to other parts of the body. Even if the brain is treated this time, it will not prolong his life for a few days."

The old woman's expression froze, she looked at the cold-faced doctor who came out of the next room, and looked at Christine pitifully.

Christine's face turned cold: "Stephen, I remember you had three operations today."

"It's still early, don't worry." Strange looked at his watch indifferently, and then praised in a strange tone, "Christine, your hand is much more stable than before, although this operation is of little significance, It is very beneficial to your accumulation of experience..."

Christine rolled her eyes and stopped talking to him, but comforted the old woman: "Ma'am, this operation was a success, although Mr. Miller cannot be cured, it is not a problem to prolong his life for a few years. "

The old woman burst into tears and nodded again and again: "Thank you, Dr. Palmer!"

The old woman staggered away, and Strange suddenly said, "Christine, you are very strange!"

"what?"

Christine was calm on the surface, but panicked in her heart, thinking that something had been discovered.

She was able to complete such a difficult operation thanks to the help of the white lantern ring. The energy of the lantern ring made her hands more stable, and at the same time, she was constantly releasing vitality, so that the old man's body would not deteriorate rapidly.

This is the skill taught to her by the Spirit of the Lantern Ring. The trace of energy is hidden in the blood, so it should not be discovered.

Strange curled his lips and said, "I mean, what can you gain by comforting the patient? Why waste time like this?"

What Strange would say!

Christine breathed a sigh of relief, and replied bluntly: "Stephen, it's not that I wasted time, but that you are too good at wasting time. In this world, not everyone is as rational as you, and... cold-blooded!"

Strange shrugged: "Cold-blooded rationality is not harmful to medical skills, Christine, our profession requires us to be absolutely rational."

Kristen sighed. "Where's the guy from before who volunteered to spend the weekends in Brooklyn?"

"My time is up."

Strange took a deep look at her, then turned and walked towards his operating room, before pushing open the door of the operating room, he stopped, looked at Christine and replied, "Because he already understands that he can't save everyone. Man, you obviously don't understand this yet. Before you mock me, please don't forget that I have saved ten times more patients than I have rejected."

Strange's figure disappeared behind the door, and Christine shook her head and sighed softly: "It's not that I don't understand this truth, but to me, the Hippocratic Oath is above all else, and to betray it is to betray myself..."

Suddenly, a rush of radio sounded.

"A major accident has occurred, please return all medical staff in the emergency room to their posts."

The broadcast was played several times in a row, and Christine hurried to the emergency room without caring about the pain.

As soon as she arrived, she saw an ambulance stop at the door, and then several people covered in blood were pushed in.

"Dr. Palmer?"

"I am here."

"You just had a major operation, do you need to take a break first?"

"No, push the patient into the operating room."

"it is good!"

Christine performed the operation skillfully, and asked the nurse curiously: "Communicate fracture, internal bleeding... What's the situation outside?"

"I heard that a house collapsed on the side of the Henderson Building, and many people were crushed underneath."

"What caused it?"

"I don't know." The little nurse replied, "It's all in a mess, and even the victims themselves don't know it. It is said that most of the wounded died before they could be rescued in time."

"..."

Christine's hand trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, and quickly stitched up the wound, "Next!"

There were so many wounded that the returning ambulance lined up two blocks away.

Even with the energy supply from the white lantern ring, Christine was still exhausted.

At this time, the wounded sent here have basically been treated, and those who have not been treated do not need to be treated.

Christine was saddened to see the people being taken to the morgue covered in white cloth.

She was silent for a moment, then asked the department director for leave, walked into her office, and then jumped out of the window.

The power of the white lantern ring flowed through her whole body, instantly putting on the lantern uniform for her.

The women's Lantern uniform is more slim, showing her good figure at a glance.

The number of injured people sent to McCarthy Hospital has decreased a lot, and the doctors in the emergency room can handle it. She wants to go to the scene of the accident to observe, and maybe help save some lives.

Such a thing is inappropriate as a doctor, so she plans to follow the guidance of the lamp spirit, transform into a superhero, and use superpowers justifiably.

Christine was endowed with some ghost abilities. In addition, she can also use the basic abilities of the Lantern Ring, such as flying, invisibility, and energy rays.

When she crossed the sky crookedly and rushed to the vicinity of the Henderson Building, she couldn't help being surprised: "It's unbelievable, it's so serious!"

She occasionally goes to this upstairs to have lunch, and the restaurant is just below the apartment building, so she is fairly familiar with the environment here.

But now, this place has been enveloped in billowing thick smoke, and the blazing flames licked the entire building, almost obscuring half of the sky.

There were more than a dozen fire trucks parked on the ground, and some firefighters carried water hydrants and sprayed water jets on the sea of ​​fire, but no matter how hard they tried, the fire did not seem to weaken much.

"What the hell is causing this?"

Christine, who was facing a disaster like this for the first time, was a little flustered and didn't know where to start.

At this time, a series of cries sounded from a high place.

It turned out that the fire spread too fast, blocking the passage down, and the fire escape could not be extended. The few unlucky people above had no choice but to jump off the building in desperation when they saw that the flames had already climbed to their own floor.

At such a height, no matter how thick the airbag is underneath, the possibility of falling to death is as high as [-]%.

Christine's brain was still a mess, but her body's conditioned reflexes were faster than her brain's. She narrowed her eyes and quickly stretched out her right hand.

"The 37th of Binding Dao, Hanging Star!"

This is the highest level ghost way she can master, without any attack power, just use spiritual power to weave a hammock in the air to catch people falling from a high place.

With her current level of proficiency, it was a bit difficult to use this skill, but under the urgency at this time, she performed super-level and performed it perfectly.

The halo shining from the sky, after being quickly woven into a hammock, catches all the people who jumped off, and let them land lightly like a slide.

"what is that?"

"Wow……"

It's not the era of superheroes yet, and people are a little dazed looking at this person who is floating in mid-air and wearing strange clothes.

"That... I'm here to help."

Christine was a little shy. Seeing that no one jumped off the building, she immediately landed next to the ambulance, and lightly pressed her hand on an injured person who was undergoing temporary first aid.

The doctor hurriedly said, "What are you going to do?"

This doctor is also in the emergency room of McCarthy Hospital. Christine knew him very well. She turned her face guiltily and replied, "Help him."

The energy of the white light is mixed with the Dao, making the injured's wounds heal quickly.

The nurse on board opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, "Wow, this is... a miracle?"

The wounded opened his eyes wearily, looked at the hero in front of him, and asked in a whisper, "Are you... an angel?"

"No." Christine shook her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "I am the messenger of the white light."

The injured man was at a loss: "White light? What is that?"

Christine smiled: "The miracle of life."

This power came too easily and strangely, which made her feel a little uncertain, but now she finally made up her mind: the future sideline job is to be a white lantern messenger!

Saving lives is never a bad thing.

suddenly……

"dong dong dong~~"

"dong dong dong~~"

A muffled sound came from the depths of the sea of ​​flames, and it poured into Christine's keen ears amidst countless noises. A coldness rushed from her feet to her head in an instant, making her tremble slightly.

Is this... the sound of a heartbeat? !

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