[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Under the not-so-bright orange-yellow light, a few bugs unique to summer flapped their small wings around the light bulb.Their size is so inconspicuous, and the frequency of their wings is so fast, even if you look closely, you can only see vibrating sesame dots hovering around the bulb, touching the hot glass shell lightly from time to time.

James bowed his head and carefully cleaned the injured man's wound. In this silent building, there was a kind of tranquility.The warmth in the summer air brewed an indescribable laziness and some hidden eagerness to move.Eighteen and nineteen-year-old high school graduate boys are exactly between adult men and teenagers.His face still has the youthful and immature look that has not formally stepped into the society, but he already has the majestic and handsome face of a man.

The blood stained James' ten fingers. It was still wet when he put his finger into the wound to disinfect it, but it would gradually solidify within a few seconds after taking it out. The sticky feeling between his fingers was like some kind of poor quality glue.He poured alcohol around the wound, and covered the blood that was flowing down with cotton balls, and James tried hard to prevent the further spread of the injury.

"You need a blood transfusion, otherwise you will die due to excessive blood loss. And although I have checked it, but I am not a professional, it is very likely that I did not see the hidden damaged internal organs." James' tone this time Somewhat resolute, he unwaveringly raised his head to look at the man who was between sobriety and coma.

"Stitches." The man said in a hoarse and low voice.

James pursed his lips and repeated: "You need a blood transfusion, otherwise you will die after the stitches."

"None of your business." The man refused with no ups and downs.

great!James said to himself in his heart that he would not be surprised if this person died of his own stubbornness.He couldn't change the man's mind, so he could only pull out the needle and thread and sew it up at the fastest speed.The silver light shuttled between the fingers, and the elongated thin red thread was like a slender rope tightening the neck.

The man began to feel drowsy, his head was tilted on the chair, his eyelids were half closed, and it was difficult for him to breathe.The blood loss made him unable to control his hands, and the hand on the edge of the chair twitched unnaturally.

"You're going to die here." James worried. He put in the last stitches, but the man's condition did not improve at all.After hearing what James said, he opened his eyes gently, but closed them quickly.

A long time later, when James thought that the other party would not be able to sleep like this, the man suddenly said: "It's not for me to decide...to live or die."

This is the longest sentence he has said since he appeared. The man seems to be very bad at talking, let alone long sentences.His voice was hoarse because of the heat, and when he used words, he was not so much deliberating as he couldn't remember how to choose words and make sentences.

"...but you can decide to go to the hospital or get a blood transfusion." James said, holding back the strange sting in his heart.

"No." The man replied weakly, but his tone was still crisp.

"..." James guessed what he really meant to say was "he can't go to the hospital".Come on, James is not stupid, just by looking at the way the man appears and his reaction to his skills, he knows that the man is definitely not an ordinary person.Based on the smell of killing and blood on his body, I'm afraid that the other party's work is definitely not a bright job, and there may even be a series of troubles behind him.

"My mind is very messed up." The man stretched out his hand to press his temple and said slowly.Rather than talking to James, it would be better to say that he fell into the confusion before coma, and his mind had begun to be unclear to the point of talking to himself.

"You're losing too much blood and you're not getting enough blood to the brain," James explained.

Seeing that James had finished the work, the man even planned to get up and leave, but just as he mobilized all his strength to stand up, his body softened and he slid down.James quickly reached out to support the opponent, carefully finding a good angle to resist the opponent's body, so as not to open the wound that had been sewn up with great difficulty.

"No, my mind has always been messed up, but I didn't think about it before...why?" The man asked softly in James' ear, with a voice that made people tremble with confusion.

James couldn't answer, but silently supported him.And the man who got no answer began to gradually become irritable.It only took a few seconds for him to go from simmering anger to going crazy.The man choked James' neck with a metal arm, and the other normal hand swept across the tabletop, turning the entire table upside down.

"My head!! Ahhhhh——" The man began to howl like a wild beast, James was pinched by him and rolled his eyes, his hands were futilely holding the tightening metal arms.

If the other party doesn't stop, he will die here soon.In the process of hypoxia, James was able to think about this issue very clearly.It is true that he has received special training from his family, but he has no actual combat experience after all.Bruce can only give him theoretical guidance, and Clark... are you serious, want Clark to actually fight James?

Calm down again, think carefully, those trainings.

James could no longer feel the pain in his neck, his vision was beginning to blur, and he couldn't hear the roar of the man beside his ear clearly.He knew that his time was running out, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, and caught an omission in the man's movements with all his attention, then swung his lower limbs vigorously and slammed into the wound he had just sewed up with his own hands.

The man in pain did not let go of James, but was even more stimulated, and directly put gravity on his hand.Seeing that he was about to snap James' neck, just in the nick of time——

All the man's movements stopped, and then he passed out from exhaustion.James, who fell from his hand, fell to the ground, instinctively raised his hand to cover his neck, knelt on the ground and began to cough violently, even the pain in his throat could not stop him from taking a big mouthful of fresh air hungrily, his tears were constantly stimulated flow out.

After everything returned to calm, James, who had recovered, turned his head and looked helplessly at the man lying on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Well, two options -

Call the police, or... no, that's just stupid.It would never be wise to continue helping a bloodied man after he nearly strangled himself in a sudden fit of madness.This is not kindness, this is stupidity!

James shook his head, stood up while supporting the fallen chair, and took a few steps back fearfully.However, his eyes were still fixed on the deeply frowning man on the ground.Even in a coma, he was still so confused and in pain, his teeth were clenched in pain, his face was contorted, and his brows were deeply locked together.

No, I should go to the police, someone will help him, take him to the hospital... No, what if he got into trouble?If he was avoiding someone, sending him to the hospital at this moment would kill him...it would kill him not to send him to the hospital!

James is at war with man and nature in his heart. After all, he is just a high school student, an ordinary person who has been trained but has no actual combat or social experience.So he behaves like every normal person who encounters this kind of thing - oscillating between a good nature and a selfish avoidance of danger.

The man's breathing gradually weakened, which made James feel genuine panic.

etc!He remembered, if he remembered correctly, that one of the technological products of the Riddler was an alien potion that was said to be able to cure any serious injury.But the Riddler's stuff, whether it's his personal experiments or intelligence data, was taken by Bruce, and of course Bruce wouldn't let a child touch these things!

"My mind is messed up."

"No, my mind has always been messed up, but I never thought about it before...why?"

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Oh come on!He is dying!And James is sure that ordinary doctors can't save him. Apart from Riddler's technological products, what else can help a life that is about to die?Had Bruce been taught since he was a child to watch other people die and stand idly by when there might be a way?Damn, of course not!

James took out his cell phone and called Clark.

"Jim, it's so late, what's the matter?" Clark's mellow and concerned voice sounded softly from the other end, instantly calming James' heart.

"Clark, well, I think I'm in trouble. Do you remember those things that Bruce put away when I was eight?" James said emphatically on "those things." "I need one of those things now." item."

"...Which one?" Clark's voice became a little more serious, without the hazy sleepiness.

"The one used to save people. Clark, I know you can come here soon, can I trouble you to make a trip? I'm afraid it will be too late. Someone here is waiting for that medicine to save lives." James said eagerly.

"Bruce has already fallen asleep. Besides, even if you look for him now, you won't be able to find the potion immediately. You know his character, he is usually very cautious, and such important things are even more tightly hidden. Besides, Do you really want to wake him up now, explain this to him, and then ask him for potions?" Clark asked with a sigh.

James bit his lip: "If I have another way, of course not. But I really can't think of another way, I can't send him to the hospital, maybe that will kill him."

"I still don't know what you're talking about. Come on, Jim, I'll just stop by. Are you in the dorm?"

"Ah."

It took less than half a minute from James' "hmm" to the fully dressed Clark appearing in the messy room.If it is a normal car, it is conservatively estimated that it will take two hours.

Clark, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, didn't even break a drop of sweat. He smelled the strong smell of blood in the room, looked around, and finally focused on the man on the ground.

"He's hurt so badly that he's breathing very little," Clarke said.

"I know, he was seriously injured when he broke in, and just now I opened the stitched wound again."

"He broke in by himself?"

"Well, he seems...very vigilant, as if hiding from someone."

"You're right. The doctor can't save him. He's injured too badly and has lost too much blood." Clark glanced at the man and said decisively, "It's too late to get the Riddler's potion."

James was silent. This was the first time in years that he would see someone die in front of him.Even if it was just a strange man who broke into his dormitory and threatened to kill him several times.

"You have to know, Jim, I can't do this every time. When no one can save all the people in this world, even gods, it's not your fault." Clark said suddenly.

"I know." James lowered his eyelids slightly, his beautiful thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyes.

Clark began to sigh again, this time he sighed deeply, but finally backed down in front of his beloved adopted son.When Louise was pregnant, Bruce joked that he would be a super doting father in the future.

And what did he answer?By the way, he told Bruce that he would invite him to be the godfather of his unborn child.He said to Bruce: "This way, you can teach and clean up the little guy for me when I spoil the child too much."

Unfortunately, they did not wait until the day when that little Kryptonian life was born.

"Only this time, my child, I swear, just this one time." Clark looked at James seriously and said, "Also, don't tell Bruce about this, if he knows..."

"I'll just say it's my fault. Actually, Bruce won't do anything to me." James immediately connected.

That's right, this brat finally realized one thing in the long process of growing up—Bruce seems to be very stern, but he really doesn't want to punish James severely. I was irritable.

Clark rubbed the curly hair on his head, and his eyes drifted a little: "No, he really knows about this, and he certainly won't blame you. I can't run away no matter what. But although he is not willing to punish you severely, you don't want to." So confident. Huh? You don't want to see him sulking."

That is to say, but James has always been well-behaved and sensible. In comparison, he himself is more likely to make Bruce angry.

"Okay, I'll take him to treatment first, and I'll take you later." Clark nodded.