[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Not wanting to join the Avengers does not mean that Lydia is unwilling to treat the Superheroes. In fact, she can't wait for it.

The first thing Lydia did when she walked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. was to send a message to the people on the superhero list, telling them that she had activated her healing skills. The healing effect was certified by S.H.I.E.L.D., and the price was negotiable.

Now that she no longer has the identity of a reporter, this can happen to be another way for her to exchange Chaoying photos, which is even safer than before.

After all, this is a reasonable remuneration, especially for some Chaoying who don't want to be exposed, they need a private doctor who will not reveal their identity-no one is more suitable than her.

Before Lydia put the phone back in her pocket, a call came in. She looked down at the phone, and it was from Wayne Manor. She saved the number when she visited Wayne Manor, but during this time No one ever called.

She thought about the photos of Batman sold in the forum, and happily answered the phone: "Hello, this is Lydia."

It wasn't Bruce who spoke to him, but Al'Fu's old voice: "Miss Lydia."

"Ah Fu." Lydia touched the banknotes in her pocket. She just added cash to this pocket two days ago. Even a trip to Gotham is enough. She simply omitted the pleasantries and said straight to the point, "Bruce Injured? Seriously?"

Afu knew that Lydia had discovered Bruce's identity before, so he answered very bluntly: "The young master was injured last night, and there is a very important banquet tonight, so he can't be absent, but he doesn't want to find a doctor .”

"So capricious." Lydia stood across the road from S.H.I.E.L.D. and stopped. She checked the time. It is now past one o'clock in the afternoon in the United States, and her last meal was around ten o'clock in London Food, now she feels a little hungry.

"Are you in Wayne Manor?" Lydia walked slowly into the alley between the high-rise buildings, and heard Ah Fu say "hmm", she pinched the banknotes and initiated the teleportation.

The next moment, she disappeared from New York, appeared at the door of the Wayne Manor villa, and rang the doorbell.

Ah Fu had seen her teleportation before, and was not puzzled by her coming so quickly, but felt a little unaccustomed to her attire.

But the old housekeeper didn't show any strange expression, just looked at her a few more times, and in a blink of an eye showed a friendly smile, and welcomed her in: "Before the treatment, is there anything you need?"

Lydia walked briskly to Bruce's bedroom on the second floor. When she heard Afu's question, she stopped, stood on the stairs and turned around: "It would be great if I could have something to eat."

Ah Fu nodded, standing on the stairs on the first floor, and did not follow: "I'm going to prepare meals, the young master is in the bedroom on the second floor, I think you should know the location."

Lydia smiled and continued walking up.

Bruce's bedroom door was not closed, and it was sunny outside, but the blackout curtains were drawn in his bedroom, so it was as dark as night. Lydia knocked on the door symbolically, and the long strip on the bed moved, But he had no intention of waking up.

Lydia walked in slowly and opened the curtains a crack, and the bedroom was lit up immediately.

Lying on the bed, Bruce hugged the quilt and moved it, childishly pulling the quilt over his head, covering the light and continuing to sleep.

Lydia cleared her throat and sat on the sofa chair by the window: "It's 33:[-] in the afternoon, should Master Wayne get up?"

Bruce opened his eyes and woke up within a few seconds. He sat up from the bed, was surprised for a moment when he saw Lydia, but soon showed a soft smile: "Lydia, why are you here? ?”

"Ah Fu called me. He said you were injured." Lydia stood up, opened the curtains completely, and walked towards the bed, "...and it just so happens that I am a part-time doctor now."

Looking at Bruce from a close distance, his complexion was a bit unwell, and his lips were a little pale, but he didn't show any painful expression, and the smile on his face was very gentle, which looked no different from normal.

"I'm fine." Bruce leaned on the bed, revealing half of his strong chest, looking relaxed.

If Lydia didn't know how patient this Gotham guardian is, she might have been fooled by his appearance, but now she didn't believe Bruce's appearance, she glanced at Bruce's hand on the quilt , showing a smile.

She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, with her left hand propped on Bruce's side, the soft mattress made her hand sink, her upper body was close to Bruce, she blinked, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said softly: "Really?"

Her right hand lifted the quilt without warning, and Bruce pulled the quilt quickly in response, but pulled the wound, and Lydia finally saw the wound on his abdomen.

There was gauze stuck there, probably because of Bruce's action just now, blood slowly seeped out from under the gauze.

Lydia looked at Bruce's expression and gently lifted the gauze.

It was a gunshot wound, the wound seemed to have been pulled by someone, and there were torn second-degree injuries around it. It looked hideous on Bruce's muscular abdomen. The wound had already undergone preliminary cleaning, and the bullet inside had been taken out up.

Lydia wiped the blood around the wound with the clean corner of the gauze, and Bruce's muscles contracted involuntarily.

Lydia withdrew her hand, threw the blood-stained gauze on the bedside table, and looked up at Bruce: "Is this what you said it's okay?"

Bruce leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Lydia with a smile, and tried to change the subject: "What exactly is your ability?"

Of course Lydia saw what he was planning. She reached into her pocket and touched a banknote. She stepped back a little and sat on the chair by the bed. The words she spoke seemed to wrap around her tongue a few times. , which sounded very seductive, she blinked her eyes slowly, and said with the corners of her mouth upturned: "...you will know."

After she finished speaking, she ignored Bruce, stared at his wound, and devoted herself to the treatment.

Bruce didn't know why Lydia stopped talking suddenly. He noticed something and turned his head to look at the door. Ah Fu stood at the door with a tray and looked over with a smile.

The old butler who had dedicated his whole life to the Wayne family nodded to Bruce, then left the room with the dinner plate.

Bruce looked in the direction of the door and smiled, and then he noticed a strange feeling coming from the wound, and he looked down at the wound on his abdomen.

At first he couldn't see anything, but after another minute or so, he saw a change, the wound became shallower visible to the naked eye, and it didn't take long for the hideous tear to become a shallow scar.

The pain from the wound still remained on the muscles, but the wound had healed, and Bruce's muscles twitched slightly due to the remaining pain.

Lydia threw the cell activity diagram in front of her aside, her eyes became flexible again, she reached out and touched the scar lightly, and looked at Bruce with a little regret: "Unfortunately, there is still a scar."

There was still pain in Bruce's cerebral cortex, but it was itchy when Lydia's fingers touched his abdomen, which made him feel a very subtle feeling in his heart.

Lydia stood up and stretched. Although the treatment didn't take long, it was a very troublesome thing. Bruce's wound was much more complicated than the pure gunshot wound of those people in the morning. She repaired it I feel a little sleepy.

Bruce stood up from the bed, stretched his limbs, and felt the last of the pain in his abdomen disappear.

Lydia couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Bruce's upper body was uncovered, and his muscular lines looked pleasing to the eye. His lower body was wearing a pair of loose trousers, and he stood barefoot on the carpet.

He raised his arms and stretched, his biceps and back muscles were breath-taking.

Lydia closed her eyes, looked away, turned around and walked towards the door. Bruce stood with his back to her: "Ah Fu has already prepared lunch and put it downstairs."

After Lydia had finished her lunch, Bruce also took a shower. He was wearing a black T-shirt, his hair was almost dry, but it was a little damp, and the hair on his forehead was hanging down. He took his lunch and put it on the seat opposite Lydia.

"Master Wayne," Alfred said when Bruce had just taken his first bite, his eyes were lowered, and he looked like a dedicated old butler, "You haven't invited any female companions for tonight's banquet."

Bruce paused, swallowed the food in his mouth, and looked up at Lydia across the way: "Lydia, there is an entrepreneurial party held in Gotham tonight, maybe you would like to accompany me to attend? "

Lydia put down the cup in her hand with a smile, tapped her cheek lightly with her finger, and bent her eyes: "My honor."

19:59, Gotham.

Bruce took Lydia down from the helicopter, walked into the banquet hall from the rooftop, and smiled at the rich people who came from other continents: "I don't think I'm late, am I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a helicopter came from behind. Another helicopter slowly landed on the other side of them. A man in a suit stepped down from it, striding forward with his arms around a tall beautiful woman. Walked in, glanced at everyone present, and laughed: "Hey, I shouldn't be late, right?"

He glanced past Lydia, and looked at Bruce beside her, his big brown eyes shining under the light: "Are you Bruce Wayne?"