Marvel's Rampage

"Don't worry, I will take him out when he is about to die," Xue Pan said as he took a big mouthful of ice cream and licked the spoon. .biquge

Anyway, death is death. Instead of wasting it in vain, it is better to make a small contribution to yourself.

"Are you serious?" The female nurse looked at the boy in surprise: "Isn't he your friend?"

"Friends? We are not friends." The boy sneered: "You know, the current situation is indeed very bad, but this does not refer to his physical condition, but because he does not know who I am, but I I’ve seen his face~”

In their line of work, it is self-evident how important their true identity is.Even if superheroes are not afraid of any challenges, it does not mean that the same is true for their relatives and friends.

Think about those people in the Women's Federation who dare to go out without wearing masks, except for those whose relationships are far away from the planet. Either their parents are dead, they have few friends, or their wives and children are hiding in secret - Iron Man is quite a slut, but his girlfriend will be Did the opponent kidnap the ticket?

Although Claire is not clear about the above cases, the principles are the same. People who wear masks always hide something, even if what is hidden is usually not a good thing.

"Okay, don't look so ugly. I just want to use the waste," Xue Pan comforted the female nurse, "If he can still be saved, I won't do anything."

"So, you'd better not cause any irreparable injuries when you help him dig out the bullet." As he said that, the boy threw the eaten ice cream box far into the trash can next to the sofa.

Xue Pan's words made Claire feel a little regretful. Why was she so confused when she was in the bedroom just now that she didn't call the police directly?

Even if there is evidence from the cases of hemiplegia caused by robbery and beating in the emergency room, these things were obviously done by the person lying down.The one standing there is more like the strange rumors that have been circulating in Hell's Kitchen for several months. According to the rumors, 'he' is not an easy character to get along with.

Unfortunately, besides risking her life to save people, she has no other option when faced with Xue Pan, who can pull out a big gun at any time.

The female nurse put on a new pair of gloves. With the rudimentary equipment and no X-ray, so she could not accurately determine the location of the bullet, she could only forcefully use her fingertips to pull the bullet out of the wound.

Fortunately, Matt was shot in the shoulder. If it had been in the abdomen, opening the wound and removing the bullet would have killed him.

The severe pain caused Daredevil to wake up from his coma. He opened his mouth and wanted to cry out in pain, but was knocked unconscious by Xue Pan's rifle butt that had been prepared early.

"What?" The boy put away the shotgun and tilted his head towards the stunned Claire: "Don't look at me like that. Unless you have an anesthetic, it is really inhumane to suffer such a crime while you are awake."

The female nurse bit her lip and did not argue. Instead, she picked up a stapler-like skin stapler and barely nailed the wound on Matt's shoulder together. Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not large, and the subscapular artery should not have been injured.

After carefully treating all the wounds that could be seen on the surface, Claire pulled down her gloves to reveal her watch, pinched Daredevil's wrist with her other hand, and silently checked the pulse rate.

One minute later, the nurse wiped her forehead with the back of her exposed wrist and exhaled gently: "The blood loss caused a little tachycardia, but it is still within the tolerable range."

"Well done," Xue Pan applauded in admiration, and the perfunctory tone of the applause came out: "So can we wake him up now?"

"Of course not!" Claire turned around and retorted: "He is injured and needs adequate rest to ensure the body's self-repair."

"I'll take it as what you said is 'yes'. He's not Wolverine anyway, so he can't repair much in such a short time." The boy completely ignored the female nurse's words and stepped forward to wake up the sleeping Night Demon. Xia.

Claire stood up and blocked Xue Pan's way: "Since you are not going to follow the advice of professionals, why do you bother to ask me?"

"You have to understand that I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just informing you." The boy patted the female nurse's shoulder, bent over and picked up the tissue box from the coffee table, and accurately threw a jumper at Daredevil. On the face: "Hey! Man, it's time to get up and work!"

Xue Pan's previous gun butt was not cruel. His senses were sharp enough for Matt, who was about to wake up, to feel the touch on his face. He moved his brows slightly and opened his dazed eyes.

"Where am I?" As soon as he woke up, the unfamiliar environment he felt made him ask this unoriginal question.

Seeing that the patient had regained consciousness, Claire returned to Daredevil and observed his expression: "My home."

"Who are you?" Then, classmate Matt asked another question that was not new.

"I was lucky enough to save you from your colleagues." The female nurse glanced at Xue Pan, who was standing aside, and considered her words: "You were rescued from your colleagues."

The boy shrugged and said nothing.

Matt turned his face to Xue Pan, but suddenly felt that his face seemed to be missing some fabric. He touched his forehead with both hands and found that the scarf that was supposed to wrap the upper half of his face had been taken off.

"You saw my face." He breathed a little quickly.

"Yes." The female nurse gave him a positive answer.

Daredevil's expression changed several times, and in the end he could only helplessly choke out "Great" - which was obviously an irony.

"Given your condition at the time, I needed to check your pupil contraction, although it didn't help." Although there was a reason, when thinking of Xue Pan, who had an ambiguous attitude, Claire still chose to change the topic: "By the way, your clothes Ugly cried."

"I'm still designing." Daredevil said casually, raising his arms and preparing to sit up, but the injury to his shoulder made his arms weaken and he fell down.

"You better not move too much," the female nurse quickly reached out to help him lie down and explained the extent of his injuries.

Then the female nurse asked: "Also, can I ask why a blind man wearing a mask was beaten to death, and then a man who used a shotgun as a doorbell broke into my house to receive treatment?"

"You didn't ask him?" Matt's unfocused eyes looked in the direction of Xue Pan.

"No," Claire said expressionlessly: "And judging from the way he walked in, I don't think he would tell me this."

Daredevil shook his head slightly and said sincerely: "But the less you know about me, the better."

The female nurse spread her hands helplessly.