[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The operation lasted a full three hours. It was not difficult to take out the shrapnel, but it was difficult to find the specific location of the shrapnel. She had to strain her nerves to pick out the shrapnel closest to Tony's heart.

At the end of the operation, she deeply realized what it means to be "black in front of her eyes".

Strange has cooperated with her several times in operations, and he held her shoulders in good time to prevent her from falling to the ground. She supported the operating table, closed her eyes and shook her head. It took a few seconds to slow down a little.

The doctors who were watching just now exploded with great enthusiasm, and asked Lydia, "Is this magic?"

"Is there any other use besides treating trauma like this?" asked another doctor.

Lydia was still a little slow to react. She looked at Tony's chest with the reactor still on and said nothing. The nurse had wiped away the blood from the shrapnel just now, and now there were only some minor traumas on his chest.

Lydia didn't say a word, and used the last time of the power to heal these small wounds for him. When the last wound healed, she was so tired that she couldn't even turn her head.

The advantage of the ability is that it is safe and reliable. The instrument linked to his chest shows that all his vital signs are very normal. Now the reactor in his chest is just an ornament, not an isolator for his survival.

Strange moved her away from the operating table, and several doctors put Tony on the transfer bed and pushed him out. Lydia put one hand gently on the side of the transfer bed, and walked out.

There are a few acquaintances sitting in the waiting area outside the operating room. Three hours is enough time for S.H.I.E.L.D. to control an underground base where personnel have basically been transferred. Coulson looked at Tony, who hadn't woken up yet, and then at Li, who was tired. Dia, still didn't say a word in the end.

Lydia did not follow to the ward, but stood at the door of the operating room for a while, slowly took off her surgical gown and hung it in her arms, Strange walked out of the operating room at this moment , put a small glass bottle into Lydia's hand: "I think you will want this."

Strange's body temperature was still on the bottle, and Lydia glanced at the older version of Sherlock. Although his face was exactly the same, Strange had a mature charm—compared to Xia Locke. Locke is a little childish.

She subconsciously took the small bottle and looked down. There were some small bloody iron pieces inside, which made a slight sound when it was shaken and hit the glass.

She put the bottle in her pocket, and she felt better than before. She turned her head to Strange and cocked her lips: "Thank you."

Tony's condition is very good. He was sent to the hospital miserably before, but when he left the operating room, he only wore an oxygen mask, formally connected to an ECG monitor, and was pushed into his single ward .

The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were also quite busy, and they were relieved to see Tony out of danger. Hydra still needed someone to clean up the situation, so Coulson left without staying for long.

After Lydia stood at the door and sent away a group of doctors who unilaterally exchanged medical knowledge with her, she walked into the room exhausted physically and mentally.

Tony, who was still in a coma just now, has woken up and raised the hospital bed to sit up.

"How does it feel to be in a coma?" Lydia felt a little tired, leaning her back against the wall, with her arms around her shoulders, and smiled at him.

"To be honest," even though his body has not fully recovered, Tony's expression has returned to his usual arrogant expression, but the oxygen mask made his voice a little vague, "It's nice to see you for the first time when you wake up."

He shook his head, feeling that he was in good condition, so he directly raised his hand and took off the oxygen mask on his head that made him feel uncomfortable, looked at it and threw it aside.

"I think it's good too." Lydia looked at him and smiled. Tony paused for a moment when he didn't expect to get such a warm response. He raised his head and looked at Lydia. The doctor outside quickly rushed over. When I came in, I was surprised to see Tony who was completely healthy on the bed—Lydia, who had undergone a three-hour operation, looked more like a patient than Tony.

A young doctor who had just watched the operation glanced at Lydia, followed by his colleagues to check on Tony's condition. Everyone here knew how terrible Tony's symptoms were when he was sent in. Successful, they are also a little hard to accept that Tony is in such a good situation.

These doctors had a small discussion meeting together, and said cautiously: "I will trouble Mr. Stark to stay for a few more days for observation."

Tony felt that he had recovered all over. He tapped the glowing reactor on his chest and said to the doctors, "No, I think I can be discharged from the hospital now."

The doctor persuaded him for a long time, but Tony was still unwilling to lie in the hospital for a few days. The doctor had nothing to do with such a stubborn patient. Finally, everyone turned their attention to Lydia who was smiling at the door.

"Tony." Lydia spoke up, and the billionaire also looked over. She tilted her head slightly, paused, and smiled, "If you can't stop, it's okay anyway. .”

Doctor:……

When the group of doctors walked out of the ward, they were full of resentment. After their complaints stopped, Lydia said: "I will take good care of him."

The smile on her face was gentle and tired, and everyone realized that if it wasn't for Lydia, the president inside would have died long ago.

So they patiently swallowed back the fierce objections, and whispered a bunch of ways to take care of the patients, and pestered her to ask a bunch of questions that she didn't understand at all.

Lydia felt even more tired when she returned to the ward, while Tony had already got up from the bed vigorously. He stretched his limbs, lowered his head and knocked on the reactor in his chest, and heard Lydia's voice coming in and said a little doubtfully. : "There's something wrong with that."

"Of course it's not right." Lydia was still waiting for when he would find this out, reached into her pocket and took out the small bottle Strange gave her, and threw it over.

Tony picked up the bottle nimbly, took a look in front of him, finally couldn't help frowning, and looked at Lydia: "This is—"

Lydia carefully observed his expression, her eyes were slightly bent, she was actually a little sleepy at the moment, but Tony's expression made her so excited, she couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid we I'm afraid the date next Saturday will be cancelled."

"But as compensation, let's keep these as souvenirs." Lydia raised her chin towards him.

Tony shook the bottle, the shrapnel inside jingled, he smiled, put the bottle in his pocket, walked over and put his arms around Lydia's waist, looked down at her slightly, and said softly: "That's not enough to cancel out a long-awaited date."

"Then what do you think?" Lydia put her hand on his shoulder and squinted at him.

"Hmm..." Tony showed a serious expression, then raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't we switch to a two-person world where no one will bother you tonight?"

"That sounds good." Lydia smiled slightly, then exchanged a kiss with him, and soon separated, "But now I need to rest, otherwise I may not be able to play with you at night."

The next day, the people from Chaoying Company were surprised to find that their boss was late and appeared together with the boss of the Stark Group next door—it is not uncommon for them to appear together, but it is not so early common.

As people who meet Lydia every day, they didn’t believe the overwhelming news at first. It’s not wrong for Tony to pursue Lydia, but it seemed that Lydia’s attitude towards Tony was a bit ambiguous at best. , It's not like what the news said about being engaged and getting married soon.

But today is a little different.

Tony looked around the office familiarly as usual, then sat on the sofa he bought at the door, and changed into a reclining position within half a minute.

Lydia sat in her seat pretending he didn't exist, and turned on the computer as usual.

The billionaire didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He moved his legs and looked at Lydia behind the desk: "Lydia..."

Before he finished speaking, Lydia, who had already opened the mailbox to check the work, reached out and took out a tablet from her bag and handed it over.

The employees exchanged a gossiping look, paying attention to the two of them from time to time while working.

Tony sat on the sofa and browsed the web for a while, then put down the tablet again, lying on the sofa looking bored.

Lydia met his gaze through the gap between the computer and the desk, then looked away indifferently and continued to work.

Tony stood up restlessly, walked around the office twice, and then walked out. Lydia ignored him and heard Mary talk about the next arrangements.

Ten minutes later, Tony came in with a group of people behind him. The few people who walked in front were delivering coffee, and left after putting a cup of fragrant coffee on everyone's table. The one carrying the table.

"Put it over there." Holding a cup of coffee, Tony directed those people to place the table next to Lydia. Mary, who was reporting to work, glanced at him a few times, and Lydia ticked off the table on the paper without looking up. Gu Huahua: "Okay, we can arrange a meeting next week."

"Let's start with the energetic Iron Man." Lydia smiled beautifully at Mary.