Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 59 Mason Cooper! You take the 3.5 for this quarter!
The next morning, at seven o'clock in the morning, Selina opened her eyes in the luxurious box of the Iceberg Bar.
She felt like she was having a terrible nightmare. She was caught by a ball of dark slime monster and was swallowed and chewed up bit by bit as if it were food.
The pain in the dream was so real that Catwoman could feel herself screaming and begging for help.
At the end of the nightmare, it was her dear little brother Mason who pulled her out of the monster's mouth.
"Are you awake?"
Mason's gentle voice came from the door, causing the still confused Catwoman to turn her head and see the young man walking over with a light breakfast for the patient.
Judging from the smell of fireworks on him, these should have been done by Mason himself.
He went forward and helped Catwoman up and let her lean against the head of the bed. He then sat on the bed and picked up a bowl and spoon to feed her warm porridge. After a few minutes, Selina sighed and said:
"If you keep on being so gentle, I'm going to fall in love with you, little Mason."
"That's too bad."
Mason was already familiar with the tricks of this mean older sister who liked to tease little boys. He rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and said:
"I have no interest in old ladies who are old and ugly and have bad tempers."
"Can't you say something nice?"
Selina rolled her eyes, closed them again, and whispered:
"I did something stupid and got you in trouble, right? I vaguely remember that monster beating up Zhakang and the other three pretty badly... Are they okay?"
"Charles' left leg was broken, and Ertong's hand bones were crushed, but with an alchemist like me here, they are alive and well again. The one who is in real trouble is you, Selina."
Mason did not hide Catwoman's current situation.
He pulled out an X-ray film from his pocket, put it in front of Selina and said:
"Your heart has shrunk by one third, your spleen has almost completely disappeared, and your digestive system has been affected less, but it's enough to force you to be a vegetarian for the next half month.
These injuries have begun to recover with the help of the healing potion made from unicorn blood, but for the next week, you will need to drink a bottle of potion every day to ensure that you are fully restored to health.
I have to warn you that the healing process of your internal organs is very painful...
It hurts a lot.
It should be similar to giving birth to a child. Anyway, you have a lot to endure next."
"That damn monster!"
Catwoman cursed under her breath and said:
"It tempted me with sweet words, and it assured me that it was harmless. I was so bewildered that I actually agreed to it and accepted it, even though it did save me."
“It didn’t lie.”
Mason fed Catwoman and explained:
"It's just that the symbiote's understanding of 'healthy' and 'harmless' is different from ours.
But the good news is that during your recovery, the unicorn blood will strengthen your physique, allowing you and Ertong to slowly surpass the level of normal people.
After you have a superhuman physique, the effect of Venom on you will be much weaker. After all, that kind of "symbiote suit" is not for ordinary people to use.
But as long as you are strong enough, the negative effects will be minimized."
"Who would ever wear it again?"
Catwoman sneered and said:
"I'm not stupid."
"But you'll need it eventually, Selina."
Mason put down the bowl of porridge, handed a cut strawberry to his elder sister, and said:
"I got you involved in the mess between Team K and the Star Society, so I have to be responsible for you, and the same goes for everyone else. We can't stay this weak forever. Compared to other ways of gaining power, the symbiote is a relatively safer one.
Those things don't have such things as personalities. They won't actively harm their hosts because they can't think without their hosts. So whether a symbiote is good or evil doesn't depend on itself but on the thoughts of its user.
But you really have to make some rules with Venom in advance.
But what can I say?
You can raise a zombie cat like Miss Mag as a pet, I believe it will not be difficult for you to tame Venom. Besides, your body has already adapted to it once, it would be a pity to give up this opportunity. "
Mason's words made Selina nod. A few minutes later, Mason looked at the time on his watch and said:
"You should take a rest. Barbara will take care of you and urge you to take your medicine in the next few days. I have to go to work. I have been absent for such a long time. If I don't go, I will really be fired."
"I don't understand why you insist on holding on to that small clinic?"
Selina picked up the vegetable soup at hand and sniffed it, then said in a strange tone:
"I know there are a lot of pretty and cute nurses there. What's the matter? Are you attracted to them?"
"Of course not for such a strange reason."
Mason shrugged and said:
"It is for a greater cause and the simple ideal of saving the dying and the wounded, and of course the in-depth study of first aid so that in the future when we are in danger, there will be no irreversible casualties.
Magic is amazing, but it can't solve all problems.
Also, Judy was sent to our world by the Afterlife Team as a liaison representative. That child might come to see you. I mean, you should be more restrained."
Mason whispered:
"Don't really cause any emotional trouble. Everyone knows that your charm is popular with both men and women."
"Tsk, don't underestimate me."
Catwoman grabbed the cup on the bedside table and threw it at Mason, but the captain easily caught it in his hands. He smiled and said goodbye, then closed the door and left, leaving Selina alone to recuperate.
The eldest sister leaned against the head of the bed, covering her face and recalling what happened last night. After several minutes, she let out a long sigh.
Why did I accept that symbiote who was obviously not a good person? What was my mental state at that time?
Could it be that she was also dissatisfied with her status as a vase as the poster girl of Team K and wanted to really help?
No way.
I have always been a pacifist.
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"Mason Cooper! How dare you come here? Can you calculate how many days you have been in class with me in the past month?"
In Dr. Leslie's clinic, Mason is being scolded by his boss in her office.
But this time he doesn't deserve sympathy.
Because his absences were really too outrageous, Dr. Leslie didn't have to pay him. Otherwise, with this perfect attendance, Mason would have to pay a fine for the last month's work.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Mason. Seriously, I know you are a non-member of the Bat Family, and you must have your own secret affairs, and I don't want to ask too much."
After he had a tantrum, Dr. Leslie, who looked cold but had a warm heart, also sighed.
The doctor, who was no longer young, sat down on the chair, picked up the teacup, and said softly:
"You are a very good young man, very good in all aspects. I am just giving you some advice. Maybe you should focus on some careers instead of spreading your energy too thin.
Other people in the clinic have a good impression of you, but it is difficult for me to manage my clinic if you disappear and then reappear for two or three days."
"You can treat me as a volunteer."
Mason doesn't have too much psychological pressure.
He sat opposite Dr. Leslie and said seriously:
"Anyway, I don't need salary or benefits, I just want to do what I can to help others and practice my skills in curing illnesses and saving lives.
I am now very skilled in the suturing technique you taught me. Would you like me to show you again?"
“That’s not necessary.”
Doctor Leslie snorted and said:
"I know very well how talented you are in this area, but what on earth were you doing disappearing for so long this time?"
“Making medicine.”
Mason took out three bottles of medicine from his arms and placed them in front of the doctor.
Dr. Leslie was originally disgusted by these superstitious things, but Mason was an exception. The burn and scald ointments he donated to the clinic have almost become the clinic's signature product.
Last week, patients from Star City and Chicago came to visit.
"These three bottles of potion seem to be different from the previous ones?"
Dr. Lalis put on her glasses and carefully observed the potion that Mason took out. Although she was not a professional, with her understanding of medicine, it was not difficult for her to find that this medicine must have some origin.
"Yes, these are all high-level potions."
Mason picked up the white potion and explained:
"This bottle is called 'White Honey'. Don't be fooled by the name, it is actually a highly effective antidote. Not only can it remove most toxins within ten minutes, it can also treat patients who have sequelae due to poisoning.
Even in the magic circle, this potion is rare.
It took me a lot of effort to make it. I hope you can cooperate with me to complete the clinical trial of this potion. I need some data to adjust some of its proportions. "
"That doesn't sound scientific."
Dr. Leslie pushed up his glasses and said:
"It can be effective against most poisons? Isn't this a bit too omnipotent? Doesn't it have any shortcomings?"
"have."
Mason said truthfully:
“Although it can be used to detoxify, it is also highly toxic in itself.
This thing is not for ordinary people, so when using it, it must be mixed with saline or glucose in a ratio of at least 1:50.
We also have to add fecal stone powder to reduce toxicity.”
"Well, now I can probably understand how it works. Fighting poison with poison."
Dr. Leslie nodded, looked at the remaining two bottles of medicine, and said:
"What are their effects?"
"This one's called 'Troll'."
Mason pointed to the potion on his left and said:
"It can effectively speed up the recovery of vitality and is very good for using on seriously injured patients, but it is also toxic so it needs to be diluted. This is only done when practicing.
The real highlight is the bottle on the right.”
The young man smiled mysteriously, picked up the bottle of pink medicine on his right hand, handed it to Dr. Leslie, and whispered as if sharing a secret:
"This is what you need most! It's called 'Beauty Potion'. As the name suggests, it can make women's hair look younger, effectively smooth out wrinkles and maintain skin, and it can also improve endocrine.
It is said that drinking it regularly can even help you lose weight.
The only downside is that this effect is short-term, so once you start drinking it you have to keep drinking it, one bottle a week, or you’ll go back to your previous state.”
"Um?"
Dr. Leslie, who was usually calm, could no longer sit still.
The way she looked at Mason was as if she was looking at those swindlers who were selling miraculous medicines, but considering Mason's previous "good credit", the doctor still took the potion with doubt.
She held it in her hand and looked at it for a moment, then said:
"How do I use this thing?"
"You can drink it directly, or you can put it in a small bottle and spray it as perfume."
Mason shrugged and said:
"It depends on your preference. I added some gardenia essence to it. I know you like this scent. Well, old Gordon likes it too."
"Shut up!"
Dr. Leslie blushed and slammed the table.
“Gordon and I have nothing to do with each other! It’s just that Barbara’s matter made him very distressed, so I will provide him with psychological intervention regularly recently to prevent the old guy from developing a mental illness due to too much pain… Yes, I admit that we went out to eat twice together, but that was just the patient’s gratitude to the doctor!
There is nothing innocent between us!
Mason!
Don’t talk nonsense! "
"Oh, yes, yes, it's clear and innocent. I understand."
Mason didn't discuss this issue with the twisted doctor in front of him. He knew that the story between Dr. Leslie and Commissioner Gordon was very complicated.
Barbara said they had a child when they were young, but...
In short, it was a complicated love story of the elderly, something that a young man like Mason had no say in.
He sent the beauty potion over on the one hand to prove that he was not absent from work to do other things, and on the other hand to please his superior.
After all, it is not easy to find a place like Leslie Clinic in Gotham where Mason can practice first aid and cooking freely, unless Mason plans to try the career plan of a black market doctor.
But he doesn't have the time to travel around other worlds.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll get busy now."
Mason stood up, said goodbye to Dr. Leslie, turned and left the office and continued his nursing career.
Thanks to the endless gang fights and the endless stream of super villains in Gotham City, there is no shortage of patients here, and Mason ends his day in a busy manner.
He felt that after another week of practice, his first aid skills would be able to break through Level 5.
That's really cause for celebration.
But this happy mood did not last long. After Mason returned to his cabin after work and saw Harley Quinn covered in blood, waving a baseball bat with nail heads and bragging to Poison Ivy, he started to have a headache.
Since this patient of mine let himself go, he has become more and more "free" in his behavior.
Although she hasn't reached the level of the real Harley Quinn in taking human lives, in the few days since Mason was away, Harley Quinn has already unified the small gangs in several nearby blocks.
Judging from her eager look, she is already planning to move out of Crime Alley and into the wider dark area.
"You go down like this, pills!"
Mason took off his coat and hung it on the clothesline. He sighed to Harley Quinn, who was circling around him and excitedly telling him how she had smashed the heads of several bastards with a stick today.
"Did you miss your medicine again? You are being naughty, Harry."
“I ate it!”
Harley, with blood still on her face, retorted with great vigor and complacency, as if taking medicine on time was some great accomplishment.
Poison Ivy beside her also nodded silently.
She has seen the changes in her best friend. Although Harley's current mental state is a little worrying, at least she is happy now.
Yes.
As happy as a psycho.
“I made some great friends this time out.”
Mason rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the basement, then said to Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn who were following behind him:
"They have a magical way to treat schizophrenia like Harley. All they need to do is implant a small emotion control chip in her brain to restore her sanity and allow her to live a normal life again.
You two should think about this.
I'm serious.
In Harry's case, potions and psychological treatment alone can only prevent her condition from getting worse. If you want to cure it, you have to be ruthless."
"Huh? Put something in my head?"
Harry's eyes widened, and he held his head in horror and said:
"No! I refuse! You can just tell me what I did wrong, Mason. You can't turn me into a fool this way, can you? The more I listen, the more I feel like this is a frontal lobotomy or something like that."
"I'm not kidding."
Mason stressed:
"That is indeed a very effective treatment. You will know when you meet her in a few days. Now, I have to check Ivy's alchemy level.
I've got a new job for you, Ivy.
But I tell you in advance that you can refuse because this job is very dangerous.
It’s not even just dangerous.”
