[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia's company doesn't just deal in superhero merch—it's not a job for therapists, and she has other jobs for these wizards.

What she gave the reporter yesterday was not a business card with only her name on it, but an address on it, which was the clinic she rented in Queens.

This place was originally a private clinic, but the law and order in Queens is relatively chaotic, and this clinic is not located in any prosperous area, so there are not many patients here, and the previous tenant did not renew the lease after it expired. appointment.

That happened to be cheap for Lydia.

After taking over here, Lydia asked the therapists what they meant, and made some changes here. The place with the biggest change is the pharmacy—no matter who sees the rows of cabinets in the pharmacy that are as high as the ceiling. When you are full of potion bottles of different colors, you will feel that this style is very wizard.

St. Mungo's therapists are quite easygoing. They don't care where the hospital they work at is located. I heard that St. Mungo's branch locations in various countries are not very good.

The arrangements for the seventh graders are not as particular as these adult wizards. Lydia gave them a few options. They can go to Ilvermorny as an exchange student in the seventh grade, and they can also study with the therapists, and they can also go to Germany. Laco's manor studied Potions and Herbalism, and even followed Lydia's new employees to handle Superhero matters.

In the end, most of them chose to join Lydia's company without hesitation, and only two girls who had St. Mungo's as their career plan chose the clinic.

The business card she sent out yesterday became the best publicity. Those reporters disclosed the business card in the news yesterday, so it was not only the reporters with long guns and short guns who appeared early in the morning, but also some curious Ordinary people, but no matter how early people came to stay, they did not see the appearance of those mysterious people.

Until exactly nine o'clock.

When the second hand of their watch jumped to nine o'clock, the door of the clinic in front of them suddenly opened, and the timing was perfect. The beautiful woman who opened the door was a familiar woman to all the reporters.

The news about her didn't last long, and the reporters with a good memory quickly recognized her, and a burst of spotlights came to her with impatient questions: "Miss Morrison, are you a wizard too? "

"Did you also use wizard means on the bridge last time?"

"What other meaning do you have in founding such a hospital?"

"What's your relationship with the Avengers?"

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Everyone asked different questions, and a reporter with a fascinating style asked: "Miss Morrison, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Stark?"

Lydia faced the flashing light with a smile on her face, listened quietly to their questions, and only picked a few answers after they finished asking: "When the world is at peace, we are just ordinary doctors, and this is just an ordinary hospital. "

"Then can we go in for treatment?" A reporter raised his hand and asked.

Lydia accurately recognized the reporter from the crowd, fixed her eyes on him, raised the corner of her mouth, and replied gently: "Of course, as long as you are sick, you can come for treatment."

After she finished speaking, the reporter group was quiet for two seconds, and soon several reporters coughed vigorously: "I have a cold!"

These journalists really worked very hard to get the news.

Lydia laughed, and when she was about to turn around and walk in, another reporter in the crowd asked, "So Miss Morrison, what's the relationship between you and Mr. Stark?"

Lydia stopped in her tracks, turned her head and finally looked at the reporter. The sign in front of him indicated that he was from a weekly gossip magazine with a bad reputation. If they kept silent, they would even write nonsense.

So Lydia, who just teleported here from Stark's house in the morning, simply gave him a direction to report. She lowered her eyelashes and smiled. The smile on her face revealed an unusual meaning, and even a little Shyly said: "Mr. Stark is a very generous and charming genius."

The reporter didn't know what to imagine from her expression, and after getting the answer, he left contentedly.

Some reporters who dared not go in squatted at the door unwillingly, waiting for those brave colleagues to come out, and a few courageous ordinary people followed into the clinic.

The reception area of ​​the clinic is very nicely arranged, the chairs that can seat a dozen people are placed in the center, and the color is also very comfortable - thanks again to Tony for the secretary, that is really a very capable person.

There is only one charging window open, and the people here have not yet been recruited. For the time being, a seventh-grade student will do the work at the reception desk, and another seventh-grade student will temporarily act as an agent.

The young man Alpha, who suffered a broken bone in an accident in Manhattan yesterday, asked for leave to come to the clinic. The bottle of strange-tasting potion yesterday made him hurt all afternoon, but his severe fracture in the lower leg has completely healed.

He is now completely fine even bouncing up and down, as if he hadn't been injured.

After paying a fee at the toll office, which is not cheap, he was directed by the little girl at the reception to a consultation room with no patients. The doctor in it was not wearing the black-and-white uniform from yesterday. A special robe, but an all-white robe. At first glance, it is no different from the doctor outside, but if you look closely, you will find that its workmanship is much more delicate than ordinary white coats.

The doctor didn't ask what was wrong with him at all, but just tapped his head lightly with the small stick in her hand, and said something he couldn't understand, a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, from His head went up to the soles of his feet, and then disappeared. It felt like being soaked in warm water, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes comfortably.

"Very healthy." The doctor said dryly, then glanced at him, recalled Lydia's earlier instructions, and added, "What do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I think I have a sore throat in the morning, maybe I have a cold." Alpha couldn't help blushing when he heard the first half of the doctor's sentence, and said hesitantly when he heard her question, "I just want to see what's next Just in case."

"Okay." The doctor picked up the quill on the table, quickly wrote a line of words on the white paper, and handed it to the man, saying with a blank expression, "Go get the medicine."

Alpha walked out of the consulting room, and only then looked down at the paper in his hand. There was only one line written on it: Pepperup Potion (refreshing agent).

He queued up to pay. The potion was not cheap, but it was not as expensive as he imagined. The other party took a small Erlenmeyer bottle with a cork stopper from the shelf behind him and handed it to him without saying a word.

"Is there an instruction manual?" The person behind him asked, and the sweet-looking little girl smiled at them: "Just drink it now."

The reporter stared at the potion in his hand for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to pour the strangely colored thing into his mouth. A reporter walked up to Alpha and asked, "What kind of potion is this?"

"It's for colds..." He stared at the liquid in the bottle and said uncertainly, then he looked at the Erlenmeyer bottle in the reporter's hand. Although the medicine inside was a beautiful purple, it was not transparent It was a liquid, but an unknown object that was viscous and bubbling like a swamp. Looking at it made people sick. He couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"Cure stomach problems." The reporter frowned and stared at his Erlenmeyer flask, feeling that it looked like an aphrodisiac.

Not far away, a brave reporter raised his head and drank the cold medicine in his hand. His face was flushed and smoke came out of his ears. From a distance, he looked like a small locomotive.

A reporter who was acquainted with him approached him, shook his ear with his hand, felt the warm steam, and asked a little worriedly, "How do you feel now?"

"Except for being a little hot, the rest is fine." The reporter felt that his head was about to burn, but his ears were a little cool. His brain was extremely clear, and he thought of the answer to the question he had been struggling with for a long time. He looked at himself colleagues, laughed and said, "It feels amazing!"

Alpha looked at him, hesitated, and drank the potion. The taste of this potion was indescribable, sour and bitter, which made him wish his sense of taste had failed. After a second, he also became a locomotive , the locomotive reporter pointed at him and laughed.

I don't know if they were inspired by the courage of these two people. Reporters drank the potion one after another, and most of them developed strange symptoms. A group of people stood in front of the reception desk of the clinic and took selfies.

Lydia, who had been standing in the corner watching them, finally showed a smile. Looking at their reactions, the report this time should not be a bad result.

This clinic opened on the first day, and it was opened by someone unknown to everyone. Lydia can foresee that there will not be many patients on this day, but this just gives her time to do other things.

During this period of time, she has studied with the magician Strange several times, and she has read through the esoteric book list in a leisurely way, and even practiced with some defective animals under Strange's guidance.

Since she is directly using supernatural powers to work on the nerves, even if she is not completely successful, it will not bring any bad consequences. Therefore, after the practical course of the previous few days, Strange said that she can find some time in the The living person has started.

And today, maybe that's the time.

Lydia took a deep breath and called Strange and Charles.