[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

When Ivan was helped out of the room by Steve, the FBI waiting downstairs gasped, and then hurriedly led Steve and Ivan towards the ambulance.

The young man looked as if he was about to pass out at any moment, especially the left arm of the young man drooping by his side, and the blood oozing from the wound hidden under the gauze, which made several FBIs feel as if their arms were fainting. Started to ache.

Steve helped Ivan to the ambulance, and the doctor quickly bandaged the deep incision on Ivan's neck, and then untied the gauze wrapped around Ivan's left arm.

The gauze stuck to the flesh of the wound, and when the doctor removed the gauze, Ivan couldn't help but groaned.

"My God," the doctor looked at the young man's hand, he didn't know what to do for a moment, "Go back to the hospital right now, he must be treated comprehensively."

"Don't worry," Steve lifted a strand of hair that fell out of his forehead for Ivan, "You go to the hospital to treat the wound first, and I will go find you in a while."

Ivan was a little out of strength. After suddenly getting rid of the dangerous situation, his brain was emptied for an instant. After hearing Steve's words, he reluctantly nodded and gave a response.

The doors of the ambulance were closed and the car quickly left the place.

"It seems like every time I see him, it's like this scene." Tony said, he recalled seeing the horrible wound on the young man's neck just now, "The wound on his neck looked like he was almost killed People cut their throats."

Steve didn't answer, he turned and walked towards a police car not far away.

Tony watched Steve walk away from him, and the expression on Steve's face made Tony stand still for a few seconds.

"Excuse me," Steve said to the FBI, who was standing next to the police car, "I wanted to speak to him."

The FBI standing next to the police car looked at Hannibal in the car with some embarrassment after hearing Steve's words. Probably because of Captain America's good reputation, the FBI agreed to Steve's request.

After the door opened, the FBI pulled Hannibal out of the car.

Hannibal was in handcuffs, and he raised his eyelids to glance at the blond man in front of him.

Before Hannibal could speak, a hard and heavy fist made him hit the car door behind him.

After hearing exclamations not far away, Tony walked over slowly.

There was chaos beside the police car, Hannibal was stuffed into the police car, his face was rapidly bruised, nosebleeds were dripping down his chin, he raised his hand and rubbed it.

"Captain, calm down." Tony came over and put his hand on Steve's shoulder.

Steve stood where he was, his eyes fell on the FBI who was holding him by his side.

"I'm cool," Steve said, and in fact he only punched the bastard, and he was only going to punch him.

"You can't beat criminals at will." Will walked over from a distance, his eyes fell on Hannibal's face in the car.

"Are you going to sue him? Or are you going to arrest him now?" Tony said. "Do I need to contact a Stark Industries lawyer for him?"

Will glances at Tony, then to Steve.

"How is Ivan?" Will was silent for a while, then asked.

"Don't know yet," Steve said. "It seems that his arm problem is a bit serious. He has gone to the hospital."

"I'll see him in the hospital in a few days," Will said, "I'm going to take someone back to the FBI first."

After Steve nodded, Will got into the FBI's car, and soon the FBI began to leave one after another.

"You can't hold back and do something in this situation," Tony followed behind Steve, "It's not like you."

Steve froze when he opened the car door: "Ivan did the injury on his arm, and he ate the cut meat."

Tony got into the car right behind Steve, and he closed the door.

"It sounds like that guy is a complete pervert." After hearing what Steve said, Tony subconsciously felt a little nauseous.

By the time Steve and Tony arrived at the hospital, Ivan had fallen asleep.The long-term mental tension made him fall asleep quickly after the doctor treated the wound.

"Excuse me," the doctor asked Steve and Tony to leave the ward, "You are friends of the patient, can you contact the patient's family?"

"We are his friends," Steve said. "We haven't contacted his family yet. If you have any questions, you can talk to us first."

"Okay," said the doctor, "contact his family members as soon as possible. His condition is not very good. The scar is a small problem after such a large area of ​​flesh was cut off alive. He may not be able to perform normal activities on his left arm in the future. "

After briefly explaining Ivan's situation, the doctor once again ordered to contact Ivan's family as soon as possible and then left.

"I guess we may not be able to contact his family," Tony said, and he handed Steve his phone.

"He was an orphan and had left his last foster home," Tony said.

Steve looked at the content on the phone, and after a long time he sighed tiredly.

"You don't know?" Tony asked.

"He never said that." Steve replied, he walked to the door of the ward and looked at the young man sleeping peacefully on the bed, his heart ached.

Ivan opened his eyes again, and he found that he was no longer in the original ward, and now this ward is wider and cleaner than the previous ward.

The young man moved his hands, and he found that his left arm was completely numb.

Ivan turned his head to the side, and there was half a cup of coffee on the cabinet next to his bed. There was a chair in front of the cabinet, and someone should have been sitting here just now.

"Did I change the ward?" Ivan asked Ann.

Ann's voice sounded much more energetic than when he helped Ivan steal the scissors: "It's not just changing a ward, you're directly changing a hospital."

"what?"

"Steve directly changed the hospital for you," Ann said, "while you were asleep, a group of doctors came around you to make a diagnosis."

"What did the doctors say?" Ivan asked, trying to move his left arm again.

"Although many people came, they all said the same result." An replied, "Your left arm is crippled, and it will be almost impossible to move normally in the future. They all said so."

The young man fell silent, his eyes fell on his left arm.

"However," An said with a muffled laugh, "that group of earth creatures with low IQs said, they can't cure it, but I can cure it."

"Although we didn't get much negative value when you grabbed Hannibal Lecter's wrist before," Ann said, "but the energy I have left is still enough to heal your arm."

Ann sighed: "I didn't expect that guy to be so calm in that situation."

Ivan opened his mouth, his voice was dry: "Can you heal my arm?"

"Of course! Make sure it's intact." Ann's voice sounded triumphant, "Your injuries were not serious before, you can recover by yourself, so we don't need to waste energy. Not this time, your injuries are too serious It's impossible to watch your left arm become useless? How about it, shouldn't you be grateful to me?"

"Thank you." The young man said without hesitation.

An: ...Why did he thank you so happily? Why do I feel something is wrong all over my body.

Not waiting for Ivan's usual response, An was confused for a while, and she felt that there was something missing in not being attacked by Ivan.

"Then you go to the toilet," Ann said, "Steve has been watching over you, he just left not long ago. I'm worried that if you restore your arm here, he will suddenly come in."

Ivan didn't talk nonsense, he quickly got out of bed and walked into the toilet in the ward.

"Close your eyes," Ann said, "relax your body, I want to temporarily control your body."

Ivan closed his eyes, and a few seconds later the young man in the mirror opened his eyes again, and a little golden speck appeared in the young man's green eyes.

A few white tentacles suddenly appeared from the young man's right hand heart, and the tentacles were wrapped around the young man's left arm, and a gentle white light lit up in the toilet.

The wound on Ivan's left arm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh grew out little by little, and his left arm was intact in just a few minutes.

"Okay." Ann said, and then returned control of his body to Ivan.

Ivan opened his eyes, he moved his left arm, the pain has completely disappeared, and the place where the flesh was cut off by Hannibal has regrowth.

"Thank you." Ivan said, staring at himself in the mirror.

An swayed a little, and Ivan thanked the mirror, no doubt thanking An who looked around with Ivan's eyes, and An felt a little embarrassed.

"No, you're welcome," An said, "Anyway, I'm still a tenant in your body now, so I'll just pay the rent, you..."

Ann was interrupted before she finished speaking, and Steve knocked on the toilet door.

"Ivan?" Steve's voice came from outside the door, "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," Ivan picked up the bandages and gauze beside the sink, "I'll come out right away."

After getting Ivan's answer, Steve left.

Listening to the footsteps of Steve leaving, Ivan quickly wrapped the bandage and gauze around his left arm.

"What are you doing?" Ann asked.

"To cover up the fact that my wounds are recovering at an abnormal speed," Ivan said, "I can never tell them that I am a mutant, and I have the ability to recover quickly."

"Or," the young man quickly tied the bandage, "are you going to let me confess your existence to them?"

"Forgive my refusal." An Fei replied quickly.

The bathroom door opened, Steve looked up, and Ivan stood in front of him with a shy smile.