Time Miko

Clark walked to the door of Tim's room, and he raised his hand to knock on the door, but put it down because of the conversation in the room.

"how do you feel?"

"Thirsty... cough cough"

"Pour you some water or do you want some fruit?"

"pear"

"Okay, how about some pear juice?"

"Um"

Clark accidentally discovered that Connor was really good at taking care of others?Tim's voice could be heard to be very weak, and it could be imagined that in the few days after exposure to the original solution, the fever almost burned his body.

After standing at the door for a long time, Clark decided not to go in. He turned and walked to Antana's room, saying that he still owed Antana a thank you.

Walking to Antana's door, Clark politely knocked on the door three times, then pushed open the door without authorization and walked in.

Unsurprisingly, Antana is still curled up in the exquisite sofa, and the food program "A Bite of China" just introduced from China is being played on TV

Clark wasn't surprised that Antana would enjoy watching the show, well...to be honest, he did too.

"Well, Antana, I'm here to thank you for helping Bruce... well... how should I put it, your strength... Maybe we should have asked you for help in the first place, and not I'm going to be in such a hurry... that... anyway... thank you"

Clark didn't know what he was talking about, so he talked about a bunch of illogical topics in a mess, but he finally said thank you, the most critical question.

Antana still sat quietly on the sofa without any movement, which aroused Clark's doubts.

He walked over slowly, and laughed lightly after seeing Antana's appearance clearly.

Antana was curled up on the sofa in one position, her head leaning against the gap between the sofa pillows to barely slip off, her mouth was slightly open, and the saliva marks on the corners of her mouth could still be seen—the whole person was asleep.

Antana can indeed fall asleep in any position in any situation, but this should never happen when there is a food show on TV.

"It looks like you're exhausted, you've worked hard! And thank you, but I don't know how long you will sleep after using your strength this time."

Clark carried Antana back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and quietly left the room.

Only this time Antana's sleep time was unexpectedly short, and she woke up before dinner.

Alfred had received the news from Clark, so when he took the dinner to the room one by one and found Antana sitting quietly in the dining room, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Oh, my God, Miss Antana, I didn't expect you to wake up so soon, please wait a moment, I'll go prepare your dinner right away, can you have a light French meal?"

"Um"

Soon a simple French meal was served on the table, and Antana ate quietly and quickly.

"Oh my god, these people never know when enough is enough"

Alfred's slightly complaining voice caught Antana's attention, she raised her head and looked out of the window following Alfred's gaze, and then a familiar sign appeared above Gotham—the bat light.

"It's really bad. Master Bruce's body is definitely not working right now, and neither are the four young masters. Master Dick is also infected and has just started to show signs of fever... It's really bad, please go and ask Master Clark."

Alfred looked at the bat lights floating in the sky and said to himself, thankfully Superman is here.

Ace suddenly made a whining sound, and Antana turned his head to look at it for a while and said:

"Well, you are right, I am also responsible, maybe I should do something"

Antana's eyes turned back to the bat lamp, and all the thoughts were said...