[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

"Thank you very much, Dr. Nemo." The woman's voice was hoarse.

The man's eyes looked gentle and once again inspected the woman's sporadic sores on her face, and finally submerged in the terrible sores on her neckline.

"The wound is much better than last time. This is a three-day supply." The doctor named Nemo handed over the packaged medicine powder. When the woman reached out to take it, she carefully avoided any skin contact with the doctor. ——Although the other party didn't seem to care much.

"Okay." The man stood up, looked sideways at the sky, and continued, "It's going to be dark soon, please go back, and be careful on the road."

Hearing this sentence, the woman subconsciously looked out of the window.The afterglow of dusk is about to fade away, and night is approaching.

She immediately stood up and wrapped herself in a scarf as she walked outside.

When she was saying goodbye, she turned her head and groped in the inferior synthetic leather bag she was carrying, and finally found a stone from it.

She stretched out her hand and spread the stone in her palm, and said with some embarrassment: "Dr. Nemo, I know that the medical expenses I paid are far from enough, but... you also know..." She was still a little red and swollen as she spoke. At the corner of his mouth, he forced a smile: "People like us..."

She didn't say the rest, as if she had lost the ability to fully express her emotions with normal people after being tortured by life for many years, she handed the stone in her hand to the doctor: "These are the only accessories I have left. It wasn't sold off by that bastard, probably because it's really not worth much. But I think this stone is a bit like the thing called 'Moonstone' in the item guide you hang on the wall. If you don't dislike it If so, please accept it."

The man lowered his eyes to look at her palm, because the sky was dark, the whole stone was lying there very plainly, it didn't look like a gem at all.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the stone, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and looked at the stone. Some faint white luster came out with difficulty through the muddy stone surface.It is indeed a moonstone, but the color is very bad, but after tempering and extraction, it can barely be used as a potion.

The doctor turned off the flashlight, put the stone in his palm, and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you for your kindness, this remuneration is enough to offset the previous and future medical expenses."

The woman let out a sigh of relief, and then she showed a real relaxed smile: "Great, then I'm leaving, thank you again, doctor."

Nemo nodded slightly, and he watched the woman's footsteps disappear faster and faster into the dark sky, and then returned to his clinic.

Nemo did not stay in the consulting room. He passed through the consulting room and entered his bedroom. He lifted the quilt and turned the alarm clock mechanism on the bedside table. The bed board moved slowly in response to the sound, and a narrow staircase that only allowed one person to pass appeared from under the bed.

Nemo touched the stone in his pocket and went down the stairs.The staircase is not long, winding down more than a dozen steps, and after going straight down, there is a room about the size of a bedroom. The most conspicuous thing in the whole space is the huge table in the middle, and the dark-colored cauldron on the table.

Medicinal herbs are placed in a mess on the table, but the lockers beside the table are completely different from the table, and various glass bottles are neatly placed in different categories, and each medicine bottle is carefully labeled.

After the man put the newly obtained moonstone into the pool and washed it, he threw it into a solution of strangely colored lipids and soaked it.He was not idle during this period, he poured out the prepared medicinal juice from the crucible, tasted it with the tip of his tongue, then sealed the potion with his whole face wrinkled, wrote it on the label and pasted it, Then pack the medicine powder on the table into different categories and put it away.

Finally, he fished out the moonstone with long-handled pliers, put it into the crucible, and ignited the fuel with the pre-stored magic fire. After ten minutes, with a muffled sound in the crucible, there was no need to open the pot to verify whether it was successful or not. He carefully kept the fire seed and extinguished the flame.

The stone has been crushed into powder under the blessing of the magic fire, and then the quenching agent is added. After one night of quenching and dissolving, the moonstone powder can be quenched and completed.

After finishing all this, the man stretched his body for a long time, preparing to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

When he returned to the bedroom, it was completely dark. He glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it was two o'clock in the morning.

After washing and tossing and turning on the bed for more than an hour before falling asleep, the man finally resigned to his fate and sat up again.He scratched his hair, ready to reopen the mechanism and go back to his basement to continue making medicine.

The moment he touched the alarm clock, there was a sudden rustling sound in the outer consulting room, followed by the sound of the door slowly opening.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground made the man purse his lips, and pulled out a slender wooden branch no more than 11 inches from under the pillow.

He put on his coat, covered the wooden branches in the armhole, and walked slowly towards the door that blocked the consulting room and bedroom.

There was no expression on the man's face, and he didn't have the fear of ordinary people being suspected of being broken into the house in the middle of the night, and he didn't panic. In short, his breathing and heartbeat were very stable.

The experience of living in this city for seven years told him that those who appeared on the streets of Gotham's East Side at night were either psychopaths, criminals, villains, or people with obvious suicidal tendencies.So, which one will break into the house in the middle of the night?

He is a precious doctor in the entire East Side—the kind without a medical license, because the price is cheap, and he does not discriminate against any kind of patient, so the average bastard will not easily provoke him. After all, in Gotham, the bottom bastards have no money , and no matter how arrogant the bastard is, he still needs a doctor.

Therefore, whoever invades this consulting room at night is most likely to be a super jerk, who is not short of money.

The man closed his eyes and felt for a while|The magic reserve in the body, well, it should be no problem to bring down the people outside the door.

He slammed the door open, slipped his wand from his sleeve into his palm, pointed to where the sound came from, and uttered the first offensive spell since he came to this world.

【SleepTimezone】(Sleeping Curse)

The intruder, who was suspected of being a super bastard, didn't seem to expect that this consulting room was actually a place where work and life were integrated, let alone that he raised his arm, expecting that what he blocked with his wrist armor was not a bullet, but an inexplicable spell.

He froze for a moment, judging from the frequency of the trembling of his cheeks, he really wanted to stay awake.

However, even if the magic power is insufficient, this is a frontal attack from an academic wizard.

The dark intruder on the opposite side finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

The man did not relax his vigilance, his wand was always aimed at the large black creature on the ground, stopped when it was two feet away from him, and looked down at the large object that had been cursed with sleeping spells.

Well, apart from super jerks, there is also an urban dark night legend, Batman who dares to wander under the night in the East Side.

There are many rumors about Batman, but these legends are still far from the ordinary and kind Gotham people.As long as you don't go out at night, you are 100% unlikely to meet Batman. Even if you go out at night, as long as you are not in the East End, then 95% of you will not meet Batman.Even if you are really not afraid of death and insist on wandering around at night in the Eastern District, then the probability of encountering robbery is still higher than that of encountering Batman. After all, compared with the crime rate, the power of Batman alone is really a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, Batman is just a legend in the hearts of ordinary people.After all, even if you are lucky (?) and encounter Batman flying over your head, then the first reaction of a normal person must be someone's clothes being blown away, not that I met a live Batman!

At this moment, the image that appeared in the newspapers only as a blurred photo silhouette was lying unconscious at Nemo's feet.

Nemo stared blankly at the pitch-black darkness where even if he lost consciousness, his soul seemed to be restless, and fell into deep thought.

Mystery attracts mystery, and trouble attracts trouble.Nemo knows this truth very well. After regaining his life in another world, he just wants to hang on.

But this person in front of him is obviously a trouble.

Just when he was still considering whether to call the police or throw the person out directly, the barking of the dog came from a distance, and it was getting closer.

The opponent who can force Batman to break into the house in the middle of the night is definitely not a simple character.Nemo took one last look at the armor on the man on the ground, which he couldn't understand, but was still shocked, and made a decision.

He tried to carry the other party first, but found that he couldn't move at all.He is just a weak wizard, it is impossible to carry a grown man who weighs more than 230 pounds plus equipment.

Nemo waved his wand again and said a spell.

【Cyningstun】light into the feather)

The big black man floated up very disrespectfully to the earth's gravitational pull.

By the time he magically transported the big trouble all the way to the bathroom, Nemo's tiny reserves of magic had been depleted.

Big trouble fell hard in the bathtub.

Nemo's beloved bathtub was overwhelmed and burst a crack on the spot.

Damn it!

The hard-pressed doctor was heartbroken.

A trapper with a dog is sure to find this troublesome, and his humble structure isn't good enough to hide a man perfectly, what?His potion workshop?Don't even think about it, even if you throw Batman out, he won't reveal his secret.

He left the bathroom and activated the switch next to the bed again. After entering the basement, he thought for a moment in front of his potion rack, then took out one of the medicine bottles that was only the size and length of his little finger, and took another from the specimen rack in the drawer next to it. A hair stuck to a test strip.When the hair was put into the medicine bottle, the originally transparent liquid bubbled and gradually turned cloudy gray.

The doctor who made the strange liquid returned to the bathroom with the medicine without changing his face.

He reached out to remove the helmet that covered most of the man's face, but he didn't expect that the man, whose body was already comatose, firmly grasped his hand that had touched the mask.

Nemo raised his eyebrows, and was surprised for a moment by the toughness of his soul. He didn't expect that this man would never give in even if he lost consciousness.

He relaxed his arms obediently, and comforted him: "Okay, I won't move your hood, but you must drink it, or you will cause me trouble."

As he spoke, he brought the vial to Batman's mouth.

The chin with only half of the face exposed was tense, and the lips were tightly pressed together, very resistant to swallowing anything of unknown origin.

After struggling for a long time without success, Nemo was very unconvinced that he could not deal with a comatose person. He rolled his eyes, raised his head and squeezed the small amount of medicine into his mouth, and brought it close to his lips under the mask. Posted it without hesitation.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man was shocked, he took a breath and forced the medicine into the man's throat.

Batman rolled his throat uncontrollably, realizing that he had swallowed all the suspicious liquid.He tried to regain control of his body, but unfortunately he still couldn't.

Nemo stood up from his kneeling position, took water from the sink to rinse his mouth, and wiped his mouth after confirming that he hadn't swallowed a little by mistake.

Mr. Bat, since in order to help you solve the trouble, I used up the only bottle of transformation potion that was successfully produced in 7 years-Veronica's tears. I hope you have enough money to pay for this bottle when the crisis is over. Pharmacy fee. "

"Oh, by the way, and the bathtub you smashed."

After finishing speaking, he wiped his hands calmly, left the bathroom, and walked straight to the door of the clinic surrounded by dogs barking and doors slamming.

The author says:

The language of all the spells in the article was originally Hebrew, but the Hebrew JJ could not be displayed, so English was used.

Veronica's Tears: It is rumored that the witch Veronica made a transformation potion in order to see her dead sister.The effect of the specific usage is that if you add the hair of the person you want to change into the potion, you can change into his appearance.