The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

After breakfast, as usual, Yan Luo came to the martial arts gym and continued to practice boxing with sandbags.

When Jin Jiafan, the director of the martial arts gym, saw Yan Luo, he pointed at Yan Luo's thigh and asked, "You only practiced here for more than a week and you achieved such great results?"

Yan Luo smiled heartily and said, "Of course, I have great potential."

Jin Jiafan took a deep breath, suddenly smiled, showed an expression that said he knew everything, and said: "Have you been injected with Sithron? It's just muscle filling. You can't fool me. Tell you, young man, then It’s all fake, it looks like you have muscles, but it won’t actually give you any strength.”

Yan Luo didn't reply and continued to attack the sandbag, getting faster and faster, and the gap between his fists and feet became smaller and smaller.

Jin Jialuan smiled again: "Do you still remember that when you first came to my martial arts gym, you were defeated by me in three rounds?"

"So what? You are a karate master. Isn't it normal for me to be OK?" Yan Luo said.

"What karate? This is Taekwondo, don't get me wrong." Jin Jialan showed a trace of anger on his face.

"What's the difference between karate and taekwondo?" Yan Luo asked casually.

"Don't insult Taekwondo." Jin Jialan's arm trembled slightly and his right fist was clenched, as if he was about to attack in the next second.

Yan Luo shrugged and said, "I'm just asking, are you angry?"

"Stop hitting sandbags." Jin Jialan said.

"Ah? Why, I paid the money, and I have the right to use all the props in your martial arts school."

"You come and beat me." Jin Jialan said.

Seeing Jin Jialan's eager eyes, Yan Luo understood that he wanted to humiliate himself.

Yan Luo smiled slightly: "Why do I want to hit you? I'm afraid of hurting you, curator."

"Hit me! I'll show you how fragile your humble stuffing is in front of Taekwondo!" Jin Jialan took a horse stance and assumed a fighting stance.

Looking at Jin Jialuan's steady posture, Yan Luo thought to himself: Maybe this curator can really compete with his current self, and he would just take this opportunity to enhance his practical experience.

Thinking of this, Yan Luo smiled heartily: "Okay, I'm here."

After saying that, a quick kick hit Jin Jiahen's chest, and there was only a 'bang' sound.

Jin's body suddenly felt unstable, and his body flew off the ground. He fell to the ground with a 'plop', then slid against the ground for more than ten meters, and finally hit the wall.

"Ahem." Jin Jiahuan covered his chest and reluctantly sat down. The few drops of bright red on the ground were the blood he coughed up.

"Is it okay?" Yan Luo was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that his legs were so powerful.

"Made, you despicable guy, you attacked me unexpectedly." Jin Jialan looked in pain.

"Sneak attack? Didn't you let me attack when you were already standing?" Yan Luo shrugged. "If this is a sneak attack, does it only count as a normal sparring session if you hit me first?"

Jin Jialan wanted to say something else, but he couldn't. His face was covered with sweat, and the hands covering his chest were shaking violently.

"Hey, are you okay?" Yan Luo was a little panicked. Could it be that this kick killed someone? Or is this guy trying to extort money?

"Damn it, look at that expression, it doesn't look like he's just faking it. I'd better call an ambulance right away."

Due to regulations, the ambulance must be accompanied by someone, and since there was no one else in the martial arts gym at this time, Yan Luo could only accompany the ambulance to the hospital.

In the diagnosis and treatment room, Jin Jiahen was lying unconscious on the hospital bed. A man in a white coat pulled apart the material on Jin Jiahen's chest and listened with a stethoscope.

"How is it, doctor?" Yan Luo asked anxiously.

If someone died, wouldn't I be in big trouble? No, probably not. He has practiced after all, so he won't be able to survive this, right?

"We are in big trouble. His sternum is completely shattered. It may have pierced his heart. He must first undergo surgery to repair the sternum. In his condition, it is difficult for others to successfully operate. I am the only one who can do it. Okay, let's carry him into the operating room." The doctor said. The last words were said to the assistant on the side.

Yan Luo couldn't help but feel that this doctor was really arrogant. Why did he mean that he was the only one who could do it when others couldn't?

Such a self-centered tone reminded Yan Luo of a superhero in Marvel who was also a doctor.

"Doctor, what's your name?" Yan Luo asked

"what?"

"What's your name?" Yan Luo asked again.

"Stephen Strange, you can call me Doctor Strange." Strange said.

Sure enough, this guy is the future Doctor Strange.

"Okay, Doctor Strange, do you believe in magic?" Yan Luo asked.

He asked this just because he wanted to know if Strange had learned magic and became Doctor Strange.

After all, there is Deadpool in this world, which has changed a lot. Yan Luo feels that the timeline of this world may not completely match the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It would not be surprising even if Strange has learned magic now.

"What did you just ask me?"

"What I'm asking is, do you believe there is magic in this world?" Yan Luo asked, staring into Strange's eyes.

Strange smiled casually and said, "I trust my hands more than magic."

After speaking, Strange followed the stretcher carrying Jin Jiahen out of the consultation room.

Yan Luo knew that they were going to the operating room, and unrelated personnel were not allowed to enter the operating room.

At this time, a woman wearing glasses and a white coat walked into the consultation room.

"Sir, let me show you this."

With that said, the woman handed Yan Luo a list with medical expenses written on it.

"Damn, this is too expensive." Yan Luo's eyes widened.

The total cost of surgery, anesthesia and other related expenses was US$6000, and the ambulance first-aid fee was US$2060.

$2060. What kind of car is this? It’s so expensive?

"Sir, are you Asian?" the woman suddenly asked.

"Yeah, what? Asians charge more?"

"Where are you from? Japan? South Korea? Haha, it's not that Asians charge more, but it's so expensive in the United States. Can you afford it?" the woman smiled.

This woman's smile made Yan Luo feel deeply malicious. He had long heard that ambulances in the United States were expensive, but they didn't cost more than $500 at most. Why did they cost $2060 here? Is it because the Marvel world is too dangerous? Too many accidents? So even ambulance prices have increased?

There was nothing I could do, after all, he was beaten like that, and if he didn't pay the medical bills, he would be sued.

Although Yan Luo got the 8060 US dollars by selling the watch that Colson gave for free, he still felt a little painful at this time.

After paying the money and signing, Yan Luo sat on the sofa outside the operating room door, sighing in his heart that the money came and went quickly.

Following this line of thinking, Yan Luo suddenly had an idea.

"Yes, I remember that there were three 'Quick Healing' cards and one 'Forbidden Healing' card in the card shop. I was so nervous at the time that I actually forgot about it. If I could just cure the Curator directly, Wouldn’t that save money?”

However, there are only three quick cures left in the store's stock. Compared with the value of $8000, which one is more valuable?

Yan Luo couldn't explain this clearly, but now Yan Luo suddenly had an idea.

The Blazing Battle Ax is very cheap. It has a calm yet cool appearance. It only costs 40 arcane dust. There are six in stock. If you sell them all, will you make a fortune?

After all, if you don't make money, your money will be spent sooner or later.

As time passed by, the door of the operating room opened, and Strange walked out leisurely, humming a song.

But the sweat on Strange's forehead could not escape Yan Luo's eyes.

"How is it?" Yan Luo stood up and asked.