The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Alfred looked at Bruce's expression, but swallowed his disapproval—what could he do?Things have already happened, it is more important to deal with the wound first.

"I'm going to get the anesthetic." Ah Fu hurried away.

Batman has always been reluctant to use anesthesia when he was injured. He felt that it would affect his brain's thinking and make him forget every painful pain.Only by remembering these pains can he be more vigilant next time.

But Alfred often suspects that this is some kind of masochistic way of Bruce.

There are no anesthesia drugs stored in the Batcave-in Bruce's words, knowing the existence of these drugs, people will subconsciously have the psychology of avoiding pain.Batman doesn't want to give himself the chance to escape.

However, his injury today looks too scary.The butler was worried that direct sutures would cause Bruce so much pain that he would go into shock.No matter what, he must be anesthetized this time.

Alfred almost ran down the corridor.

"Afu?" Brucey called him.He got to the office and sat in front of the computer thinking about Alfred's anomaly.After much deliberation, I finally asked for leave and came back with anxiety.

"!" Ah Fu stopped, "Master Brucey?"

Bruce was puzzled.He took a few steps closer and looked Alfred up and down: "Ah Fu, what's wrong with you?"

He asked, "You haven't been quite right since this morning."

The butler avoided him, showing a nonchalant smile: "It's nothing, Master Bruce."

"If you need anything..."

"No." Brussy was categorical, "You smell like blood, Ah Fu." When it comes to his professional field, Brussy's meticulousness is completely different from usual.

"Who's hurt? Bruce?"

"Do not……"

"Afu, you have blood on your sleeve." Bruce interrupted, "Why don't you just take him to the hospital?"

"..." Ah Fu didn't know what to say.

Bruce's wound hadn't been treated yet, and it would be more dangerous if it took a while longer.Even flesh wounds can be fatal.Especially since he still has a fever.

Bruce didn't feel it himself, but when Alfred touched Bruce's bare skin, the heat had startled the housekeeper.

Anxiety flashed across Alfred's face.

"Take me to see him." Brucey said unquestionably, "At least I'm a doctor." When the occupational disease broke out, Brucey's attitude was unquestionable, as if Alfred would follow if he disagreed. .

Alfred hesitated.Bruce's injury is not good to drag on, and Bruce is basically reliable at present-he nodded in agreement.

"You go to the infirmary and wait a moment, I will bring the master right away."

Bruce frowned and went to the infirmary.

Ah Fu's arrangement seemed to him to be delaying time.Since Bruce's injury is urgent, he should be taken to see Bruce directly, instead of wasting so long back and forth - and he hasn't figured out why he didn't send him to the hospital, or at least call the family doctor.

——Could it be Bruce's eccentricity again?

That's all for extreme sports, there are always people who like to pursue excitement, and Brucey is not good at judging it.But he didn't call a doctor when he was injured, but dealt with it at home... This is not a thrill at all, is this clearly seeking death?

Brucey leaned back on the chair to think, then stood up fidgeting, and stood at the door of the infirmary, looking around.

Wayne Manor is so big, no matter how fast Alfred walked, it would take a few minutes to bring Bruce over.

Brucey exhaled, calmed down, and turned to clean up the equipment in the infirmary.

His medical license is invalid in this world, but his experience and knowledge will not be lost.Without the presence of other doctors, Brucey trusted himself the most.

... As for Ah Fu?

In his own world, Brucey has never heard that Ah Fu is good at medicine. He really can't rest assured that the injured Bruce will be handed over to Ah Fu...Although, if things like this happen often today, Ah Fu is probably also a wound doctor. expert.

In any case, at least he has passed the medical qualification certificate.

The sound of flat cars slid across the corridor, and Bruce just finished counting the equipment.He turned around and looked at Bruce who was brought in by Alfred.

The three wounds on the shoulder were so ferocious and frightening that Brucey's originally prepared words were blocked in his throat.

His face was extremely ugly, without saying a word, he immediately turned around and washed his hands to disinfect.Directed Afu to put Bruce on the operating table.

Bruce still kept his eyes open, quietly watching him disinfect himself.When he got the hydrogen peroxide, Brucey paused: "It will hurt."

Bruce looked at him calmly: "It's okay." Because of the fever, his face was flushed abnormally, and he looked like he had drunk alcohol.Bruce's eyes were clear.Those deep blue eyes watched Brucey's movements appraisingly, not knowing what to think.

Brucey was angry and ignored him, lowered his head and poured hydrogen peroxide down the wound.Hydrogen peroxide reacts violently, producing large amounts of white foam at the wound site.

Bruce's fingers tightened slightly, then relaxed quickly.It seemed that he had adapted to this level of pain in such a short moment.

Bruce couldn't help but look up at the man's expression.

Bruce was still looking at him.Seeing Zheng Lairen's eyes met, Bruce even raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Because of the treatment, Bruce is almost naked.The large and small old wounds on his chest were all exposed in front of Brucey, making Brucey unable to help thinking about how the other party got used to injuries so that even the pain couldn't touch his face.

Thinking of this, his expression became much uglier.

He took out the warmed anesthetic.

"No," Bruce said, "don't use this." He pushed the drug away from Brucey's hands with almost firmness.

Bruce looked up at him.

"Master—" Alfred couldn't help but make a sound.

Brucey looked over as if he was looking at a patient who wanted to die.His face was so ugly that it was almost comparable to Batman wearing a mask: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Such a large wound doesn't need anesthetics to suture." Brussy said, "You wish you could go into shock, don't you?"

Every time Bruce's expression changes, Bruce is surprised that the expression on his face can be so stinky——

Even so, he has no intention of changing his mind.

After taking a firm look at Ah Fu first, Bruce turned to Bruce.He can even laugh: "I know I can. Why don't you try?"

"I disagree."

Bruce said coldly.

He took out the injection to draw the potion, and he didn't want to look at Bruce: "Now I'm your doctor, you have to listen to me."

Bruce put his hand over the wound: "I don't need anesthesia."

Bruce glared at him.From preparing the anesthetic, Brucey put on a mask.Now the eyes that were exposed outside did not have the usual clear sky, but seemed to be frozen by ice and snow, and even the emotions that came out were cold.

Obviously, Bruce was very angry.

But Bruce is not someone who is easily softened: "I don't need anesthesia." He reiterated.

"What's the matter!" Brussy became irritated, "It's just a local anesthesia, it will completely fail after a few hours, and it won't affect other things at all!"

Will affect, Bruce replied in his mind.

It's not just because the anesthesia will make him forget the pain of the injury, which is a bit secondary.

——What if there are criminals who want to make trouble during these few hours?Anesthetized limbs are much more sluggish than normal.This small mistake may cause great regret.

Bruce doesn't back down on this one.

The two stalemate.Bruce covered the wound with his palm, not caring that the unwashed palm polluted the surface of the wound again.

Brucey looked at him irritably: "Release!"

"..."

Bruce stared at him, not wavering.Obviously Bruce was seriously injured and had a high fever, and he should be pale and weak, but his posture of sitting on the operating table can easily convey his firmness - he even looked a little doting, like tolerance Brucey's behavior of throwing a tantrum with himself.

Worrying about Bruce's injury put Bruce at an absolute disadvantage.

"Relax." Bruce said softly.

Bruce can not care about the worsening of the wound infection, but it is difficult for Bruce to stand by as a doctor.He was so angry that he still had to compromise with Bruce.

"I can go without anesthesia for a while," he said, "but if you find out that you can't take it, I will break the promise at any time."

"Let go now!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Bruce didn't care about Bruce's bad attitude.He allowed Bruce to wash his wound again, and even had enough time to turn his head and smile at Alfred who was standing silently beside him.

"It needs a thicker thread." Bruce stopped Bruce again, "otherwise the wound will burst easily."

Bruce paused.

Out of consideration for Bruce not to use anesthesia, he deliberately chose the thinnest needle and thread, just because he was afraid that the other person would be too painful - although it is the thinnest thread, it is more than enough to support the wound to collapse when it no longer moves normally.To change to a thicker thread... unless Bruce is going to take the injury to strenuous exercise.

The expression on Brucey's face is no longer ugly enough to describe.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" he asked. "These wounds are definitely not what extreme sports can make."

"Mr. Bruce Wayne." Bruce stared into Bruce's eyes, "Unless you tell me - you fought in the underground Colosseum for three days and three nights, otherwise I can't imagine the origin of your wounds."

"...well." Bruce said softly.

——Wrestling with those giant mechanical dogs in the headquarters of the Golden Circle can probably be regarded as fighting beasts?

... As for three days and three nights.

It did take him three days and three nights to deal with this matter, but Batman didn't spend all his time fighting the mechanical dog.

Bruce laughed angrily.

He dropped the needle and thread into the tray with a slight 'clang'.

"Bruce Wayne!"

"I've said long ago that Martha and the others left—that's not a reason for you to despise your own life!"

"What does that matter?" Bruce laughed. "Who cares?"

"Ah Fu cares!" Bruce raised his voice, "I care too!"