[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

When Lydia woke up, she felt a little sore all over her body—a not uncommon aftereffect of overexercise.

But this feeling doesn’t make people feel uncomfortable. In fact, Lydia’s spirit is very good. These days, because of too many things, her temper is a bit grumpy. Everything has been considered.

She turned on her phone under the quilt, and the first message that popped up was a sales reminder on the forum. A new user named Stark bought all the photos of Iron Man that she had just posted a while ago half an hour ago.

Lydia was sure it was Tony Stark himself!

The guy knew exactly how many pictures Lydia had, and he was pushing himself to meet him.

So Lydia decided not to release new Iron Man photos for the time being.

She buckled the phone on the bed, got dressed, and when her feet hit the ground, she felt that the aftereffects of this "overexercise" might be more serious than she thought.

But thinking that her legs were about to cramp last night, Lydia thought it was normal again. She massaged her legs for a while, and only walked out of her bedroom when the first class was over.

She only found out when she officially treated people yesterday that although the cell wall is missing, treating human wounds is very similar to healing plant wounds to a large extent.

The same is to activate the activity of cells, and it is also to make cells grow rapidly to repair wounds. Lydia feels that if she can have a deeper grasp of plants, it may also be helpful for treating humans.

She walked slowly towards Charles' office.

Right now, the first class has just ended, and the corridors are full of teenagers. Everyone already knows Lydia, a beautiful auditor, and most of them raised their hands to say hello to Lydia. They are more enthusiastic than usual. few.

When Lydia walked to Charles's big office and was about to knock on the door, Charles' voice came from behind: "Lydia?"

She turned to look at Charles, and couldn't help but cast her eyes on his head. His dark brown hair had already grown a short stubble, which looked shorter than the board inch. With his elegant face, he looked at the general I feel a little inconsistent.

"Need me something?" Charles glanced at her, pushed open the door of the office, and smiled at her, "Come in."

This was the second time Lydia had entered his office these days, and after about a month, his office didn't seem to have changed at all.

Lydia walked behind him and closed the door casually. Before she could speak, Charles looked over with his blue eyes: "Sit."

"You look very good." Charles controlled his wheelchair and turned around, praising her sincerely.

"Thank you." Lydia's words were interrupted again, which made Lydia couldn't help showing a smile - no matter who looked into Charles' eyes, she couldn't lose her temper at all.

"Charles." Lydia randomly picked a single sofa and sat down, raised the corners of her mouth at Charles, "You said before that you wanted to hire me as a teacher here, is this invitation still valid?"

"Of course." Charles turned the wheelchair opposite Lydia, and sat face to face with her, with a gentle smile on his face, "Have you decided what to teach?"

Charles was much younger than he really was, and the cropped cut, though unsuitable for his temperament, made him look like a youth.

Lydia stared at him for a while, did not answer his question, stood up suddenly, approached Charles, then half-kneeled in front of him, and put her right hand on his knee.

Charles had resigned himself to his legs ten years ago, and now he felt a little uncomfortable seeing Lydia so cautiously. He gently called the other party's name: "Lydia."

Lydia looked up at him and smiled, then closed her eyes and felt the cells in his legs—someone had been keeping Professor Charles' legs active, and there was no sign of atrophy in his leg muscles, except that he couldn't walk Outside, it looks no different from normal people.

Physical contact helped Lydia to focus on herself. She quickly checked Charles's legs from the bones to his spine. His lower half of the bones were intact, and the problem was in his spine.

There was a comminuted vertebral fracture, and even the nerves were broken. The situation was much more complicated than she imagined.

She has read a lot of books, but there are still some things she can't understand by self-study without a teacher.

Lydia stood up and sat back on the sofa, touched her chin and thought about it and asked Charles: "Do you know any top surgical experts?"

Charles leaned on the back of the wheelchair and smiled relaxedly: "A few years ago in New York, there was a young doctor who was said to be a genius who was once in a century, and none of the operations he took over failed."

When he said this, he looked at the green grass outside the window, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and a child ran past the window playing, he looked at the lively scene outside and said: "Hank went to him, but the other party refused to take over me. .”

Lydia raised her eyebrows with interest, and listening to the other party continue, Charles didn't take the rejection to heart, he just wanted to dispel Lydia's thoughts, but he turned his head and saw Lydia Ya couldn't help laughing again with an excited expression: "His name is Stephen Strange, and he disappeared a year ago."

Lydia had heard the name the day before yesterday, and it was so coincidental that Lydia didn't know what to say. She blinked, showing a smile full of interest, and stared at Charles with her green eyes.

"?" Charles showed a puzzled expression. Out of respect for others, he didn't use his ability to pry into other people's thoughts.

"Actually, I just saw him two days ago." Lydia finally matched the red cloak she saw in London with the academic lecture video she had watched, and she didn't know what he had experienced this year. Whether it's appearance or temperament, there are great changes from the video.

She put her index finger on her lips, stared at Charles for a few seconds and then changed the subject: "Ah, yes, I want to teach plants."

Lydia bent her eyes, took out a seed from her pocket, and put it in the palm of her hand. It was as if the fast-forward button had been pressed on this seed, and a sprout appeared in Lydia's palm. Stretch the leaves little by little, and in just over a minute, it turns from a seed into a delicate yellow flower.

The spawned plants are weaker than their counterparts due to lack of nutrition, but they don’t seem to have any defects other than this. Lydia pinched its thin stems, turned them around in front of her, and looked through the flowers. Looking at Charles, he raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile: "What do you think of this?"

"The more you practice, the more proficient you will be with my new ability." Lydia said with a smile.

"Lydia, you don't have to—" Charles' blue eyes were touched, Lydia stood up slowly, put her hand on his shoulder, and said softly: "Charles, I always hope Everyone I care about can be fine."

However, at this warm moment, Lydia's cell phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, she closed her eyes helplessly, and naturally withdrew her hand from Charles' shoulder, took out the cell phone and pressed He answered: "Hello, this is Lydia."

There will be no one who will call at this time except S.H.I.E.L.D. Coulson's voice sounded: "Lydia, there is a new mission, there are wounded, and your help may be needed."

Lydia didn't want to talk, she looked at Charles who was pushing the wheelchair to the other side of the room, and decided that she would never join S.H.I.E.L.D. in her life.

But the task of treatment was requested by Lydia herself. At that time, in order to test her new ability, she also said that she would be on call. It is really hard to refuse now, so even though she was not very happy, she agreed: " address."

This time it was a campus bombing, which happened in Queens, which is not very safe.

The one that was attacked was a high school that was not well known, but it was said that there were quite a few students in it.

A lot of police cars stopped at the school gate, and she quickly found a S.H.I.E.L.D. SUV with a different style of painting from the pile of cars. Coulson was standing next to Steve in normal clothes, and saw Lydia He waved to her happily.

His first words to Lydia were: "You look good today."

"Thanks to our Mr. Stark." Lydia showed an ambiguous smile, and then quickly glanced at the school gate again, completely oblivious to Stephen's tangled expression beside her.

Coulson explained the current situation to her very interestingly: "There were about a dozen attackers, and some of them were probably mentally disturbed. They were all homemade bombs, but they were powerful. The students who called the police said they had Someone was injured."

"Isn't this the work of the FBI?" Lydia complained, and Coulson showed a helpless smile: "The FBI also has them, but the more people go in, the easier it is to cause resistance from the other party."

There was no school uniform in this school, but Lydia was urged by Coulson to change into a suit of tender clothes, and then followed Steve to the other side of the school.

The fence of this school is made of iron railings, and it seems that the gangsters are not looking at this side. Lydia put her hands in her pockets, thought for a while and asked Steve: "You first, me first?"

With a light jump, Steve grabbed the top of the railing with his hands, and then used his arms to pull his whole body up.

Lydia touched the banknote with her fingers and smiled: "Okay, I will go first."

She appeared inside the railing in a flash. Steve, who was about to turn around and pull her up just now, jumped off the railing. He and Lydia walked towards the school building while showing a tangled expression: "Although it's not the right time to ask this, but you and Tony...?"

"Sleep." Lydia said calmly, then turned her head and smiled at Steve, "What's wrong?"

"……nothing."