Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 41: Slacking off? Slacking off! I'll fuck you
Dr. Leslie's office was bustling with activity.
The gunfight three blocks away seemed to be intensifying, with wounded people being sent here continuously.
In addition to the homeless people who had nowhere to go, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected, and even the seriously injured brothers from both sides of the gunfight were sent here in the end.
When Nightwing introduced this clinic to Mason, he mentioned that this was a "truce zone" for nearby gang wars.
Mason saw the truth today and it was indeed extraordinary.
No matter how passionately the two groups of people were shooting at each other outside, once they entered the clinic, even the most ferocious guy with sunglasses, Xiao Hei, put away his gun obediently.
The two groups glared at each other as they boarded the elevator. It looked like a fistfight might break out at any moment, but there was no disturbance on the way to the ward.
Of course, separating the two groups is obviously the best option.
The nurses in the clinic are all "battle-hardened" and have seen a lot. The hot-tempered nurses will not tolerate these guys and scold them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.
This small detail shows the "powerful" invisible status of the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins in the neighborhood.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is busy stopping bleeding and bandaging the lightly injured patients who do not need to enter the emergency room. As he skillfully completes the hemostasis and bandaging again and again, the prompts of his first aid skills are constantly increasing, almost catching up with the speed of refreshing the screen.
This allowed Mason to focus and also made sure that he had found a job that was best for him.
"Bandaging is complete, go get the IV, next!"
Mason, wearing a nurse's uniform, a mask and a hood, and taking off his medical gloves, gave instructions to the patient in front of him, and then said something expressionlessly.
Wendy, the little nurse who was standing beside him with her mouth slightly open and looking stunned, was awakened and quickly turned around to take a look.
"Mason, no more."
Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:
"The remaining patients are those with more serious injuries who need to go to the emergency room. You should probably take a break."
"Huh? No more? So soon?"
Mason glanced back.
Sure enough, the bustling and wailing crowd had almost dispersed, which made the young man who was satisfied with the continuous improvement of first aid skills quite disappointed.
I even felt resentful towards both sides of the gunfight, and in my darkest thoughts I wondered why they didn't fight harder.
Is it because there are not enough bullets or not enough manpower?
If you don't have enough, go to the Guild to recruit! If you want to become bigger and stronger, don't you need to invest?
"never mind."
He said this in his mind as he took off his mask and hood.
It's pretty good to be able to do this on the first day at work.
Although there is no progress bar to remind the improvement of first aid skills, Mason is sure that if he has so many "practice" opportunities every day, he can break through to Lv2 within a week.
On the way back to the nurses' station, Mason checked the first aid tips from the previous hour. Most of them were rapid first aid bandaging and normal proficiency improvement, with about one-fifth of them being excellent and rapid bandaging.
As for the long-desired outstanding craftsmanship that could bring a tenfold increase in proficiency, it never appeared once.
This made the young man sum up his performance today. He still felt a little uncomfortable and a little nervous, which affected his performance and he missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.
To sum up, basic skills still need to be practiced!
When you can achieve most of it, it is an excellent craftsmanship. When you can achieve moderate perfection in craftsmanship, the skill of first aid bandaging can be considered to have been practiced to perfection.
This is not Mason being nitpicking, it’s just that the situation is indeed serious.
The skill branches provided by the character card include alchemy, engineering, forging, tailoring/leatherworking, first aid, enchantment, inscription, jewelry processing, first aid, and double gathering, a total of ten items.
There are also optional interest branches such as cooking, fishing and archaeology, which are categorized to cover almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person may come into contact with in his lifetime.
If Mason practiced everything step by step, he would not be able to achieve the goal of becoming a "master craftsman of all professions" even if he rubbed his hands until sparks came out for 24 hours a day.
The only possible way to achieve overall improvement is to increase your "quality rate" as much as possible with a limited number of practices.
Only by relying on the leapfrog improvement of five or ten times the rewarded proficiency can he make good use of every minute of his time.
The young man is reflecting on himself for not being diligent enough.
But in the eyes of Wendy, the young nurse who had been secretly watching him, this dark-haired, sunny and handsome boy who was actually three years younger than her already had the image of a "hidden master" who was "profoundly skilled".
She had been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she had never seen such efficient actions as Mason. Since entering the ward, Mason has been standing in front of the treatment table and has hardly moved for an hour.
No matter where the patient's wound is or what the patient's identity is, Mason is busy like a sophisticated "first aid machine".
During the process, very little talking was done except for necessary inquiries.
He worked with another doctor, focusing on the process of continuous cleaning and bandaging after simple operations. From the perspective of Wendy, who was in charge of helping, Mason even seemed to enjoy the process and seemed to be having fun.
"Are you really not a medical student?"
Seeing Mason returning to the nurses' station and silently treating the patients, the young nurse finally couldn't help but ask:
"Your bandaging skills are almost as good as Dr. Leslie's, but doctors have been doing this for their entire lives. Are you really only 17 years old?"
"Yeah, I've practiced that before."
Mason turned his head and smiled gently, then said to Wendy:
“Maybe I’m more talented?”
"This is not something that can be explained by talent!"
The young nurse also smiled when she saw Mason's smile. In the past, she, the newcomer with the least experience, would be busy to death when encountering such things. But today, with the sudden emergence of Mason, the "bandaging expert", Wendy watched the whole process. Apart from handing over the tools, the young nurse did not do anything at all.
This made her feel a little embarrassed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said to the young man shyly:
"I can't help you at all, how about I treat you to lunch at noon?"
This is a hint.
But Mason didn't seem to understand what the nurse meant at all. When he heard the word "dinner", he suddenly raised his head and looked at the time.
"Oh , yes, I had forgotten about that."
Mason patted his forehead, smiled at Wendy, and said:
"Let me treat you to a meal. When they come to take over their shift, we'll go to the staff cafeteria."
"Why are you going there?"
The little nurse pursed her lips immediately and complained in a low voice:
“Although it’s free, it really tastes like pig food.”
“So here I am.”
When Mason saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, he took off his nurse uniform and hung it on the wall, then went back to the lounge to get another set of clothes.
Under the surprised gaze of the young nurse Wendy, the young man who changed into a chef's uniform hummed a song and took her to the staff cafeteria on the first floor.
"I'm the new chef hired by Dr. Leslie. I'm in charge here today."
He pushed open the door to the back kitchen and shouted to a middle-aged bald man who was dozing inside. The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to retort a few words to assert his ownership of the kitchen.
But why would young people who are eager to improve their cooking skills care about you?
He stepped forward and took over the small kitchen, then washed and cut the vegetables, poured oil and shoveled them in an efficient manner.
Although I haven't received special training at the Bruschetta Professional College, which gourmet soul from the country of big foodies can't come up with one or two signature dishes when necessary?
Wendy outside the kitchen was stunned.
She really found it difficult to combine the young man waving a shovel in front of her with the image of the man with a cold face who was performing first aid quickly.
But the fact is that an hour later, when the exhausted Dr. Leslie, who had just finished the last emergency operation, came to the cafeteria with his assistant, he saw a group of nurses chattering about how great the new chef was, how cool his flipping skills were, etc.
Then, with a twitching eye, Dr. Leslie saw Mason handing a large plate of fragrant four-happiness meatballs to Wendy, who then brought it to the dining table.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The cold-faced doctor got furious!
She screamed through the kitchen window:
"Mason! What are you doing in there? Where's my old cook?"
"Oh, he tasted my food, his self-confidence was hit and he resigned on his own initiative."
The young man pushed up his chef's hat, spread his hands and said:
"Don't worry, doctor. That guy didn't ask for severance pay because I recommended him to work as a food processor in a newly opened bar, where he can earn five times the salary here.
Before he left, he thanked me and insisted on treating me to a drink.
By the way, what would you like to eat?
There's no menu right now, so I can only make it with what I have in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl of soup?"
Dr. Leslie was choked and speechless for a long time.
Looking back at the nurses who were happily eating the exotic dishes, the delicious food seemed to have relieved a lot of the morning's fatigue.
The cold-faced lady was silent for a full minute before she pointed her finger at Mason fiercely and said through gritted teeth:
"I'm not paying you double wages!"
"I don't want it either."
The young man glanced at the cooking skills that had broken through to Level 1 in the light screen in front of him, and thought to himself that the best reward you gave me has already been received.
The improvement of this interest branch seems to be related to the number of diners in addition to skill proficiency and cooking craftsmanship. With the support of more than a dozen doctors and nurses, Mason completed the breakthrough to Lv1 in just one meal.
Doctor Leslie gained an excellent assistant nurse and a promising young cook today.
She might have made a fortune, but Mason certainly didn't lose.
"Doctor, I have an idea. Let the patients eat here too."
During the break, Mason said to Dr. Leslie who was enjoying seafood chowder:
“I can learn the techniques of preparing nutritious meals by myself, but if I do that, I may have to leave work earlier than other nurses before mealtime.
But don't worry, I can make up for it after they get off work.
As long as I get off work before 10 p.m., I’m fine with that.”
Doctor Leslie was silent again.
Her hands holding the spoon were shaking a little.
She has been a doctor for most of her life and has worked in large hospitals. She has also been to Africa, South America and other places to support medical care for many years. Finally, she returned to Gotham and opened a charity clinic.
Even with such rich experience, it was the first time that the doctor saw a young employee like Mason who took the initiative to open the book and completed it to such an astonishing degree.
But the problem is that you are not doing this to make money, so what are you trying to achieve?
After a few seconds, she seemed to have thought of a reason, sighed, and said to Mason in a low and serious voice:
"Tell me the truth, did Gordon send you here? Tell him for me that I have no plans to remarry for the rest of my life! Don't try to please me this way!
That’s enough!
That seemingly honest man is really very cunning. "
"Well, it's hard for me to explain, but it's not what you think."
Mason shrugged, took a few bites of fried rice, checked the time, and said:
"I'll take care of the ward rounds and changing the patients' dressings this afternoon, so my colleagues can have a good rest. They are too tired this morning."
After saying this, he did not give Dr. Leslie time to refuse. He returned to the kitchen, took off his chef uniform, and went back to the second floor, chatting and laughing with the nurses who were generally five or six years older than him or even a dozen years older.
The cold-faced lady sat in the cafeteria. She gritted her teeth and took out her cell phone to dial a number that she had not saved but had always remembered. The moment the call was connected, she shouted:
"Gordon! You are such a despicable old man who takes advantage of young people! I warn you! Don't show up in front of me again!"
"Beep, beep, beep"
In the office of the Gotham Police Chief, Chief Gordon, an old man who was eating takeout, stared at the hung up call in his hand in amazement. He had no idea what was going on.
I don’t know why Leslie is so angry all of a sudden?
"This woman is crazy!"
The director complained like this.
He put down his phone, whose screen saver was the travel photos he took with Leslie when they were young and in love. The matter of Blackgate Prison was not over yet, and the director was very busy these days.
——
At nine o'clock in the evening, after inspecting the ward and completing the last patient's dressing change, Mason stretched his shoulders, completed the handover with the night shift nurse, and then clocked out.
He put his clothes back on and walked out of the clinic, mentally calculating what he had gained from his day's work.
I completed nearly seventy bandages and cooked two meals. I gained the acceptance and love of a group of sisters, and my first aid skills and cooking skills improved.
“What a fruitful day!”
Mason came to the street with a suitcase, thinking that if he practiced so intensively every day, he might be able to make a breakthrough in first aid within three days?
"Then go back and prepare to start the all-night intensive training on alchemy, and try to get it to level 2 within a week!"
The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket again, which contained several potions of unknown effects that he had accidentally obtained during his previous alchemy attempts.
As he walked down the street, he frequently glanced at the homeless people on the roadside, with a dark thought in his mind: should he find a few "voluntary drug testers" here?
By the way, even if Hobo suddenly disappeared, no one would care, right?
But it would be difficult to explain if this were discovered by the Bat Family.
Mason suppressed his dark thoughts and hailed a taxi back to the Glacier Bar. On the way, he kept thinking about the previous question. He felt that he had to find an assistant who was willing to participate, trustworthy, and preferably had some professional knowledge and could summarize and record the effects of the potion by himself.
But if you think about it, you will realize that it is difficult to find such a person.
As the taxi drove into the street commonly known as "Glacier Avenue ", gunshots and even sporadic explosions could be heard from the front.
Mason's ears moved and he immediately recognized that it was the aviation engineering bomb he made.
It seems that the "battle" here is fierce tonight.
The driver refused to go any further and dropped Mason off nearly a thousand meters away from the Iceberg Bar.
Although Gotham is the real "City of Sin", there are still more ordinary people in this city.
The young man sighed, took out his cell phone, called the kite flyer, and scolded:
"Are you crazy? Throwing bombs in the street! Where's the flare gun I gave you? We are now clean, don't you understand? Let the 'professionals' handle this kind of thing!"
"Sorry, Boss. I'm used to this. I'll clean it up right away. Don't worry, the Falcone family's lackeys have been defeated. They're running away.
The guy we hired this time is really awesome, you get what you pay for!"
The kite flyer responded hastily. Mason suddenly thought of something and asked:
"How many people were injured on the other side?"
"About a dozen or so. Do you want more shots, Boss?"
Charles said:
"We have contacted the cement tankers at the dock. They are all professionals in this field. It will only take a few dozen minutes to handle the problem. There will be no hidden dangers."
"That's a life! You cold-blooded guy!"
Mason was shocked by his younger brother's disregard for human life. He scolded:
"What a great drug sample this is, and it came to my doorstep. Hurry up and carry the poor injured people into the bar. I will bandage their wounds myself.
Well, I am really grateful for the gift of nature."
