[Comprehensive British and American] Mirage

Through the colorful corridors, Harry stood in front of the door.

Through the door, he could hear the fragile breathing from the other side of the room, which seemed to stop in the next second. The old butler stood behind him and held a heavy suit jacket for him. He knew the conflict between Harry and his son. I also understand the young master's complicated emotions towards the master, but what's the point? - The steward looked at the young master who already had some shadows of the master and sighed slowly. After all, the young master is the master's son, and now, Norman Osborne couldn't last three months.

"It's very dark inside, I hope you can prepare in advance." The old butler opened the door for Harry. The smell of decay and medicine diffused through the air. Harry's dark eyes rolled and fell on on the butler, and then walked in without saying a word.

A wooden chair stood beside the bed, surrounded by medical equipment, for Harry.

He heard the housekeeper close the door behind him, and the only light left was his father's life value displayed on the machine.

The bed curtain was slowly pulled back, and Harry saw his father lying on the bed with a bluish body, and suddenly he couldn't remember how tall and serious he was in his memory, oppressing him all his life.

"Father." Harry heard his own dry voice.

"I never thought that I would die like this, looking at my son as if I were looking at a stranger." Cyan almost covered Norman Osborn's entire face, but the father and son could still be seen vaguely. Similar facial features, the man's cold brows and eyes are still the same as in memory. "You have potential, Harry, a great IQ, and you're wasting it."

"No, you abandoned me." Harry didn't come here to listen to his father's preaching. He would never understand what this man wanted to do. When his mother left, he was still in a meeting at the company. In just ten years of life, this man has hardly fulfilled his due responsibilities as a father. "You sent me to boarding school when I was ten, and when I was 11, lying in the emergency room for the first time on my birthday, you sent over a bottle of whiskey? It's just that you let the assistant choose, because that card said 'Sincere regards, Norman Osborn'."

"I don't, I don't expect you to forgive me." Old Osborne tried his best to support his body. His body was old, but his eyes were still ambitious. "I don't believe in miracles. How can you understand that you have to sacrifice your childhood for a greater cause? Not just for me, but for yourself."

There was silence in the room, only the sound of old Osborne breathing heavily.

"Have your hands started to cramp now? When you lie flat and feel that you are about to cramp, hide under the skin and wait to show up and show your essence." Norman felt reconciled, not only for him For myself, and for his son, who is more unfortunate than him, and his son, the time is shorter than him. The salvation he sought so hard has no result in the end. Now he can't save himself, and he can't save his life. son. "Reversal cell hyperplasia, I told you, it's hereditary, our disease is the curse of the Osborne family, now it's just destroying your immune system, by the time you're an adult, you'll be like me The legacy I can give you is not only my money, but also my life's hard work."

The ferocious claws grabbed Harry's wrist, and the sharp nails cut through the skin on his wrist. Beads of blood rushed out, but Norman didn't realize it, but handed the white square beside the pillow to himself In the hands of his son Harry.

"In order to live, everything I have done may have failed."

"But you must succeed."

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Harry stood distraught on the streets of New York.

He saw his father who was going to end, and also foresaw his own future sorrow.

In the future, he will also be like his father, suppressing his ambitions, becoming crazy and weird, but can only lie on the bed, tortured by illness and inhuman, being cared for by others like a waste, living without human beings and ghosts. ghost.

The boy's handsome and gloomy face almost melted in the sunlight. His coat was a newly launched brand. Although he still had an immature child's face, he already had a bit of futuristic charm. He played with the white square in his hand, While recalling his father's words, he habitually ignored the attention eyes around him——Harry Osborn was the most dazzling person in the crowd at any time, whether it was his own strength or his name, All endowed him with supercilious capital.

Until the faint struggling voice fell into his ears, the voice was somewhat familiar to him, the tone of desperate struggling was exactly the same as that of his father who was unwilling to die, Harry subconsciously followed the voice and fell down at the street corner The festering man was shunned by others, but only one strangely dressed Asian woman stopped and stood in front of him.Her long black hair was tied up with a wooden branch. She looked indifferently at the man in front of her who was asking for help. Her delicate and indifferent facial features exuded the aura of being unapproachable until she frowned, then squatted down, Said something Harry didn't understand.

Obviously the man didn't understand either, and the woman gave a soft 'tsk' in dissatisfaction.

"Do you want to live?"

This time Harry understood, the woman switched to English, and took out a beautiful small porcelain vase from her pocket. Harry had only seen such expensive oriental porcelain in the auction venue before, and the woman threw it away. He gave it to the man who fell to the ground and said: "The medicine in it, take one tablet after three meals a day. If you are still alive after taking it, you can come to me according to the address in the bottle."

What an irresponsible speech, although Harry thought so in his heart, he still couldn't hold back a smile.

Maybe it was because Harry's expression was too obvious, the woman quickly noticed the boy who was looking at her with a smirk.

Originally, there were only some indifferent expressions, but after seeing Harry, she was a little moved. She glanced at his naked|exposed wrists and neck openly, and her cat-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking at Harry. On to the fun stuff.

Seeing the woman's changed expression, Harry was about to say something as an explanation when he was similarly thrown a bottle of medicine.

"Your illness is really interesting."

The woman left these words and disappeared into the crowd. It was obviously a particularly distinctive dress, but she lost her sense of existence all of a sudden.

But Harry was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he held the bottle tightly.

His father's words of not believing in miracles were still ringing in his ears. Harry subconsciously looked at the man over there who had rekindled his desire to survive, and silently put the bottle he was going to throw away into his coat pocket. Using his privilege as the young master of a rich family, he called the butler and asked him to help him pay attention to the festering man.

In any case, she could tell that she was sick, which meant she was capable.

And the woman in Hanfu with the medicine box on her back couldn't help puffing up her cheeks after she found herself walking through the intersection for the sixth time, and took out the smartphone placed deep in the medicine box with a blank expression. Then call the person who was supposed to pick you up.

"Wesley Zuo, where are you?"

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"This is my former junior sister in Tianshan, a descendant of Hua Tuo, a master of traditional Chinese medicine thousands of years ago, Hua Shiji, you can call her Mo Lin." Wesley moved her neck and grinned to introduce her to her siblings at home. As my junior sister who ran all the way here, this woman was not easy to deal with when she got angry. "She came to New York to check up an old patient. What's his name, Li? I asked her to help with Martha's illness, and Hannibal's allergies."

"It's Stan Lee." Hua Shiji snorted coldly, and then put down the medicine box. She glanced at the siblings sitting obediently in line, and couldn't help but look at herself, the incomprehensible senior sister. "Have you finally been unable to resist committing crimes and robbing children?"

"What nonsense, I took the poor little guy in with good intentions." Vesley didn't mean to avoid the two children, she patted Martha's head and told Hua Shiji the situation of the two in a slow voice. "The girl has a lung disease. You can give me a prescription. I will take care of her throat. I'm worried that her talking all the time is not only because of a mental problem. The boy is a little allergic, so give me a prescription to take care of it too."

"I'm not your family's doctor." Although Hua Shiji said reluctantly, she still treated the two children seriously, just as Weisley was worried, Martha's reluctance to speak was not just because of Because of psychological problems, but her vocal cords were damaged at a very young age, coupled with malnutrition, the two children had a lot of problems. "I really don't know where you picked up these two children, but I took a look, and they are all minor problems. I'll give you the prescription, and you can solve the medicine yourself."

"Okay, I'll bring you something good later."

Hua Shiji's cold expression finally became a little moved. One of the things she likes most about this senior sister is that she is generous enough. Vesley herself is also a picky person, and most of the things she sends are not ordinary products. After spending nearly half of the medicine storehouse, Hua Shiji decided not to worry about the fact that her senior sister overslept and left her alone at the airport for two hours.

"I came across an interesting case on the street today." Hua Shiji wrote the prescription, and then gave Martha acupuncture treatment. Otherwise, she could be burned to death by the little girl's brother outside with his eyes. "Inherited diseases are inherited in families, but when the disease occurs on his body, the onset time is accelerated. Modern medical technology can't cure him at all. It's really interesting, isn't it? A disease that cannot be cured, unless the blood in the whole body is replaced cells, otherwise he will get sick sooner or later. If Pudingjin acupuncture can be used to treat him... no, no, it will only activate the disease factors in his body. What if we use snow lotus to nourish it? Tsk, that's too feminine .”

"Honey, can you stop thinking about other patients while giving needles to my child?"

Vesley stretched out her hand to hold Hannibal's stiff body. Traditional Chinese medicine is too unfamiliar to most foreigners. It is understandable for Hannibal to feel worried. To be honest, if he didn't see Hua Shiji with his own eyes, he would let a People who have one foot into the gate of hell come back to life, and she is not willing to believe in those treatments that cultivate the body and mind.

"I will stay in New York for about half a year. During this period, I will treat your children regularly. If I find out that you didn't let them take the medicine on time, you will die." Hua Shiji is still very concerned about the patients she handles. Yes, after packing up the medicine box and showing off to the boy, Hua Shiji expressed indifferently that this young man's yang | fire is insufficient, and the cold air in his body is too heavy.

"Sweat|steam for him, and force out all the wet|qi."

Hua Shiji expressed indifferently that she was not the boy who held vengeance and kept staring at her in horror.

The author has something to say: The little green goblin's cp is online, she is a deadly tsundere, just remember it, except for being a little gentler with familiar people, for other people, she strongly demands to keep herself as an outsider She has a strong character, she looks three or four years older than Harry, an original character, there is no textual research.

Hua Shiji is equivalent to a bug-like existence, basically everything can be cured.

So the little green goblin won't fall out with Peter, but he wasted a little effort to find Hua Shiji, even he thought Hua Shiji was unwilling to treat him, but in fact Hua Shiji was so curious that he wanted to study it. His case, but stubbornly refused to let go, hahaha.

Most of them are routine now. In fact, I have started to conceive a new pit, a naturally seductive thief of the century, and I haven't decided on a cp yet.