[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Superman knelt on the ground with one knee, and Batman leaned against him. Batman was gasping for breath, and muttered unconsciously, "Dad... Dad, Mommy, don't... don't leave me. Bats... a lot Bat!" Clark held the masked Bruce on his back, and raised his right hand to remove Batman's mask.

"Afu," Clark heard hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the elevator. He turned his head and shouted, "Afu, come here, save me!" Clark stretched out his right hand and put it on Bruce's forehead. Master Bruce's forehead was hot, like a stone baked in a furnace, but with such a fiery temperature, he could not see any sweat on his forehead.

This shows that his physical function has been seriously out of balance.

Alfred ran quickly to Bruce, Bruce leaned in Clark's arms, the mask was taken off, but the battle suit was still on, Clark didn't waste time to explain too much, he said concisely: "Ah Fu, help me take off Bruce's suit."

The two cooperated silently, and took off the battle armor on Bruce. Without the oppression of the breastplate, Bruce's panting became smoother. After Alfred assisted Clark to take off the battle, he immediately stood up, and Clark said: " Bruce was not seriously injured, just a slight bruise on his right arm, and please prepare a towel soaked in alcohol, I need to physically cool Bruce down."

After taking off the breastplate, the good situation didn't last long, the neurotoxin began to attack, and Bruce began to twitch.

"Ah Fu, normal saline." Clark gave instructions calmly.

Alfred nodded, he walked towards the Batcave where the medical tools were placed, and rolled out a wheelchair from the corner, while Clark held Bruce's back neck and knees with both hands, and put Bruce in a coma. In the wheelchair, Clark then tore off the cloak of his armor without hesitation, and covered Bruce.

"Go upstairs, Mr. Kent?" Clark nodded. Clark took the bottle from Alfred, and Alfred walked behind the wheelchair, pushing the wheelchair towards the elevator.

Bruce leaned on the wheelchair and snorted muffledly: "K...Clark."

"Bats... well... a lot of bats." Bruce's face turned red abnormally, his chest heaved violently, and he breathed heavily. Obviously, Bruce was not calling Clark's name, but fell into hallucinations and dreams in the call.

Clark knew what Bruce saw, and even though Bruce was no longer afraid, in his heart, the bats that once filled the Batcave and soared like dark clouds must have been Bruce's nightmare-like fear.

So, Clark still said, "I'm here, Bruce."

"Clark." Bruce called Clark's name, calling the man in the absolutely real illusion.

However, Clark still responded, "I'm here." Clark opened the elevator, and Alfred pushed the wheelchair into the elevator. The two stood beside the wheelchair. Clark held Bruce's shoulders, and the elevator slowly went upstairs.

Alfred held the push handle of the wheelchair, and Clark watched the old butler's hand tighten.When the elevator opened again, it was the study room on the second floor. Alfred pushed the wheelchair towards the master bedroom, and finally stopped by the bed in the master bedroom.At this time, Alfred asked: "Mr. Kent, what's wrong with Master Bruce?"

"I don't know, Alfred, I was delayed by things when Bruce had an accident," Clark said quickly, his mind spinning rapidly, and he scanned Bruce's body with his see-through eyes while answering Alfred's question , He continued to reply: "Bruce said before he passed out that he was poisoned, and I need to draw his blood later."

"Ah Fu, I still need a bottle of normal saline, a clean cotton cloth or towel, 75-degree medical alcohol, and items to treat the wound." Clark said without pausing at all: "Bruce's situation is very bad and must be dealt with as soon as possible. "

"Okay." Alfred replied, and the housekeeper walked out immediately after finishing speaking.

Clark passed one hand through the back of Bruce's neck and put the other under his knees. Clark picked up Bruce and put him on the bed. Then, he picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table and turned on the air conditioner in the bedroom.Clark walked to the bed, took off Bruce's boots, and lifted the quilt to cover Bruce.

The sound of Bruce's gulping breath didn't even need super hearing to hear it. To make matters worse, Bruce, who was in a coma, began to utter a series of unconscious mutterings. He fell into a deeper level of illusion. Clark reached out and stroked Bruce's On the forehead, Bruce's forehead was much hotter than before, and his body temperature continued to rise.

Alfred walked in with a medical kit and a tray in one hand. In the tray were the items Clark needed, including unopened hanging needles, cotton swabs, alcohol and iodophor, bandages, and so on.

Clark quickly sterilized himself and put on blue latex gloves. Then he took out the medical swab from the package and dipped it in alcohol-iodine for disinfection. Alfred held up the saline bottle, and Clark held Bruce's hand Taking it out of the quilt, Clark patted the back of Bruce's hand, and slowly pushed the needle under Bruce's skin.

Clark turned the speed valve of the dripping bottle to adjust the injection speed to fast.

"What kind of poison is this, Mr. Kent?" Alfred asked.

Clark moved away, and he replied, "I think it's aerosolized volatile neurotoxin." Taking the blood drawer from the tray, tying a tourniquet around Bruce's arm, Clark pushed the needle of the blood drawer into Bruce. The blood was drawn out quickly.

Clark pressed his face to the needle and said, "When the bleeding stops, Ah Fu, if you use alcohol to physically cool Bruce down, it won't be good for his body temperature to rise like this."

Bruce's blood was contained in an anticoagulant tube filled with blood. Clark said, "There is no laboratory here. I have to go back to my company's laboratory to analyze the blood sample. Only by creating an antidote can the problem be truly solved." Clark bent down, He said to Bruce: "I'm leaving, Bruce, I'll be back in a while."

Bruce didn't respond, a "cough" wheezing sound came out of his throat.

Clark put away the anticoagulation tube containing the blood, and hurried outside.Just as Clark rose into the air from the balcony of the second bedroom, Clark heard Alfred sitting on the edge of Bruce's bed whispering softly: "God bless you for making a good friend, Master Bruce."

Tears welled up in the old housekeeper's eyes—distressed.

Clark listened to the whistling wind in his ears. When he left Wayne Manor and flew in the sky at high speed, the fear that was suppressed in his heart surged out uncontrollably like a floodgate collapsing.

Fear turned up like a monstrous wave, as if materialized "boom" into the abyss, Clark suppressed this anxious emotion in his heart, he forced himself to think about the steps to separate the blood, and forced himself to calm down.

This is the second time he's felt this way, the last time was when his father was stuck in the car and almost got swept away by the tornado—

Really, life is sometimes as strong as glass, and life is like glass that will break at any moment.

Back then, a small-town boy was terrified of losing his father, and now Superman was terrified of losing his Batman—and while Clark knew he could handle it, he could only suppress the fear of hurting someone important to him, not This negative emotion is completely eliminated.

Clark landed in an uninhabited alley next to the new technology bio company, and suddenly realized that Bruce was in his heart, absolutely special, Bruce was the only person in the world who understood him completely-Bruce knew he was The farm boy is a young man trying to become a scientist, an alien who does not belong to this earth—a complete person who understands all his complex identities.

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Bruce was lying on the bed, and Alfred saw his hand move. The next second, Bruce, who had been in a coma for a whole day, slowly opened his eyes. It took more than ten seconds for his eyes to adapt to the dazzling sunlight.

When Bruce tilted his head, he saw a cute Kryptonian dog with its head resting on the bed. The big white-haired dog grinned happily when he saw Bruce woke up.Bruce raised his somewhat sore arm, and put his hand on the dog's head, and stroked it back along the white fluffy dog's fur. The dog rubbed against Bruce's palm, and the white tail like a duster happily Shaked up.

Bruce looked around, the Kryptonian dog was here, and the Kryptonian didn't know where he went.Bruce asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"One day," Alfred replied, stirring the liquid in the glass in his hand, "thanks to Mr. Kent, you were only in a coma for one day."

Bruce lay on his side, his mind was cleared, he said: "I have had this reaction before, but this time it was more intense," Bruce said while recalling: "It was like an aerosol hallucinogenic chemical weapon ..."

Alfred bowed slightly, raised his hand to pick up a blue folder on the bedside table, and stuffed the folder directly into Bruce's hand. Bruce opened the file with his hand raised, and the title on the first sheet of paper in the folder That caught his attention:

Pharmacological analysis of nebulized inhaled neurotoxins.

Bruce sat up and looked at it seriously. Alfred said slowly from the side: "Master Bruce, you already had a high fever when you got home."

Bruce quietly read the entire pharmacological analysis of the poison, closed the folder, raised his head, and met Alfred's gaze, and then Bruce said, "I know."

"I know he was with me during my poisoning," Bruce asked after a pause, "Where's Clark?"

"Mr. Kent is obsessed with his company's affairs," Alfred said, "Mr. Kent analyzed the pharmacology of the poison, prepared an antidote, and after injecting you with the antidote, he will guard you until your body temperature returns to normal. He left after the blood test showed no toxic residues."

The Gouzi, who was quietly squatting by the bed, suddenly pricked up his ears. He wagged his tail excitedly and let out a loud "Wow".Then, there were light footsteps outside the door—the footsteps were very familiar, and the person deliberately emphasized a little more, Bruce's eyes moved naturally, Alfred stood up, and Clark appeared in the master bedroom of the manor doorway.

"Clark." Bruce called out.

"Huh?" Clark walked to Bruce's bed without stopping. He pressed the dog's head with his left hand, touched the infrared thermometer placed by the bed with his right hand, and pressed it against Bruce's forehead. The thermometer read 98.3 degrees Fahrenheit. It's a very normal body temperature.

Alfred took the glass from Bruce's hand and said, "You talk, I'll make you tea."

Bruce put the folder in his lap on his lap, Clark sat down on the chair beside the bed in silence, the dog moved over, and the dog's head rested in Clark's hand, Clark called out: "Xiao Krypton! "Two hands rubbed the head of the white-haired big white dog.

The carefree big dog whimpered after being slapped, and the dog's face was refreshed.

Bruce looked at Clark's serious expression, he moved back, leaned against the back of the bed, raised his hand and knocked on the plastic cover of the blue folder, "This nebulized neurotoxin antidote can Is it mass-produced?"

"Yes," Clark stopped stroking the dog's head. Xiao Krypton licked his master's palm, shook his tail, and squatted on the side again. Clark continued: "I'm already doing it, first-level secret, no No one can check my authorization, don't worry."

Hearing this, Bruce completely relaxed, he leaned on the back of the bed, Clark looked at Bruce's reaction and felt inexplicably depressed, he said: "You are very dangerous this time, with a high fever of [-] degrees, this neurotoxin is highly volatile It’s very toxic, Bruce, if it wasn’t for me, Ah Fu could only take the risk of contacting Mr. Lucius Fox of the Technology Department of Wayne Enterprises, then someone else would know your secret.”

Clark raised his hand and pressed it on Bruce's shoulder. Clark looked back without blinking. Clark said emphatically, "This time is really your luck."

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Bruce turned his head, his bearded face rubbed against Clark's hand, Clark's hand on his shoulder trembled, Bruce tilted his head, his steel blue eyes focused on Clark, Bruce said very seriously: "It's not my luck, Clark, as you asked, my rescue is a necessity."

A kind of inevitability—God, hear Bruce's words!

The Kryptonian closed his eyes and shook his head: "Lao, Bruce, be careful next time." Clark stood up abruptly, folded his arms, and said aggressively, "You don't know how scared I am!"

Bruce showed his face, and his smile softened the edges and corners of his handsome face. He said, "I know, I will be more careful next time." Facing Clark's stare, he added, "I will be more careful next time."

Hearing that, for just a short moment, Clark's tense expression relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I heard you woke up and flew over during the boardroom," Clark said, "Then I'm leaving."

Bruce nodded, the dog bit the Kryptonian's pants all over his body, Clark lowered his head, the dog's eyes were pitiful, Clark squatted down, stroked the Kryptonian dog's head, and said, "Stay with your Bruce father , Little Krypton, be obedient, Father Clark has work to do."

Gouzi is obviously entangled.

"Come here, little krypton." Bruce said in a timely manner: "When your father Clark's job is stable, you can rely on him every day. Come here, little krypton, I'll buy you beef bones, canned dogs, beef jerky, chicken breast ..."

The dog's saliva was almost drooling, and the dog was persuaded, and let go of the mouth of Clark's pants, "Wow!".Bruce nodded at Clark, then looked down at the dog, and stroked the top of the snorting dog's head slightly, as if everything was normal.

Clark looked at the dog with his back turned to him who was attracted by the names of a bunch of dog snacks. He saw that his best friend didn't chatter much, patted Bruce on the shoulder, and walked out.

When Clark walked across the bed and reached an angle where Bruce could not be seen, Bruce turned his head slightly and looked at Clark's back. The neurotoxin has a strong hallucinogenic effect and can evoke the deepest fear in the heart. In that very real dream, his fear was not only related to that night that he could never get rid of, but also related to this person.

It is not accurate to say that it is fear, it is a kind of confusion caused by fear of loss, accompanied by the joy of knowing that the illusion is not real.