The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 41 41. Touching the fish? Touching the butt! I’m going to fucking explode

Dr. Leslie's clinic was busy.

The gun battle three blocks away seemed to be getting worse, and wounded people were being brought in one after another.

In addition to the homeless people who had no way out, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected. Even the seriously injured young man on both sides of the gunfight was sent over in the end.

When Nightwing introduced this clinic to Mason before, he said it was a "truce zone" for nearby gang wars.

When Mason saw the truth today, it was indeed extraordinary.

Don't worry about how passionately the two groups were exchanging blows outside. Once they entered the clinic, even the most ferocious guy in sunglasses put away his gun obediently.

The two groups of people boarded the elevator glaring at each other, looking like they were in constant danger of fistfights, but there was no incident all the way to the ward.

Of course, it is obviously the best choice to place the two groups separately.

The nurses in the clinic have also seen a lot of "battle-hardened" experiences. The hot-tempered young nurses are not used to these guys and scold them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

From this small detail, we can see that the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins has a "powerful" invisible status in the nearby neighborhood.

Of course, all this currently has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is busy applying hemostatic bandages to patients with minor injuries who do not need to enter the emergency room. He quickly completes the hemostatic bandages again and again, which is a reminder that his first aid skills are constantly improving.

It’s almost as fast as the screen refresh rate.

This made Mason confident that he had found a job that was most suitable for him while he was focused.

"The bandaging is over, let's go to the infusion, next one!"

Mason, who was wearing a nurse's uniform, a mask and a hood, and took off his medical gloves, gave instructions to the patient in front of him, and said it expressionlessly.

Next to him, the little nurse Wendy, whose mouth was slightly open and already a little stunned, was awakened and quickly glanced back.

"Mason, no more."

Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:

"The remaining patients are all going to the emergency room with more serious injuries. You should probably take a rest."

"Huh? No more? So soon?"

Mason glanced back.

Sure enough, the bustling and wailing crowd had almost dispersed, which disappointed the young man who was content with his continuous breakthroughs in first aid skills.

He even complained about both sides in the gunfight, complaining in his very dark mind about why they didn't fight harder?

Is it because there are not enough bullets or not enough manpower?

If it’s not enough, go to the minions union to recruit! If you want to become bigger and stronger, don’t you need to invest?

"never mind."

He said something in his mind while taking off his mask and hood.

It's already very good to be able to do this on the first day of work.

Although there is no progress bar reminder for the promotion of first aid skills, Mason is sure that if there are so many "practice" opportunities every day, he is sure to break through to Lv2 within a week.

On the way back to the nurse's station, Mason checked the first aid tips of the past hour. Most of them were rapid first aid bandaging with normal proficiency improvement, and about one-fifth of them were excellent and fast bandaging.

As for the outstanding craftsmanship that can bring about a tenfold improvement in proficiency, it has never appeared once.

This made the young man sum up today's performance in his mind. He was still a little uncomfortable and a little nervous, which affected his performance and missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.

To sum up, you still need to practice basic skills!

When you can achieve mostly excellent craftsmanship, and when moderately perfect craftsmanship is achieved, the skill of first aid bandaging can be considered to be well practiced.

This is not to say that Mason is being picky, the main reason is that the situation is indeed serious now.

The skill branches provided by the character card include alchemy, engineering, blacksmithing, tailoring/leatherworking, first aid, enchantment, inscription, jewelry processing, first aid, and dual collection.

There are also optional interest branches such as cooking, fishing and archeology. The categories cover almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person can come into contact with in a lifetime.

If Mason practices everything step by step, even if he rubs his hands to make sparks 24 hours a day, he will not be able to achieve the goal of being a "full-time master craftsman".

The only possible way to comprehensively improve is to increase the "quality rate" as much as possible within the limited number of exercises.

Relying on the leap-forward improvement of five times or ten times bonus proficiency, he can make full use of every minute he has.

Young people are reviewing themselves for not being diligent enough.

But in the eyes of Wendy, the little nurse who had been watching him secretly, this handsome black-haired sunny boy, who was actually three years younger than her, already belonged to the kind of "hidden" image of an "outside the world".

She had been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she had never seen anyone move as efficiently as Mason. From the moment he entered the ward, Mason had been standing in front of the treatment table, barely moving 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, little was said except for necessary inquiries.

He cooperated with another doctor and focused on the process of constant cleaning and bandaging after simple operations. From the perspective of Wendy, who was responsible for helping, Mason even enjoyed this process and was quite happy with it.

"Are you really not a medical student?"

Seeing Mason returning to the nurse station and sorting out the patient's treatment without saying a word, the nurse finally couldn't help but ask:

"Your bandaging skills are almost as good as Dr. Leslie's, but doctors have been doing this all their lives. Are you really only 17 years old?"

"Well, I've practiced before."

Mason turned his head with a gentle smile and said to Wendy:

"Maybe I'm more talented?"

"This is no longer something that talent can explain!"

The little nurse laughed when she saw Mason's smile. In the past, she, the most junior newcomer, would have been busy half to death when encountering this kind of thing. But today, with the sudden emergence of Mason, the "strong bandaging expert", Wendy was almost overwhelmed.

The whole process was watched by a strong crowd, and except for handing over the tools, the nurse did not do anything during the whole process.

This made her feel a little embarrassed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said to the young man a little shyly:

"I can't help you at all. How about I treat you to dinner at noon?"

This is a hint.

But Mason didn't seem to understand the meaning of the little nurse at all. When he heard the word "eat", he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the time.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot about it."

Mason patted his forehead, smiled at Wendy, and said:

"I'll treat you to a meal. When they come to change shifts, we'll go to the staff canteen."

"What are you doing there?"

The little nurse suddenly pursed her lips and complained softly:

"Although it is provided for free, it really tastes like pig food."

"So I'm here."

When he saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, Mason took off his nurse uniform and hung it on the wall, then returned to the lounge and took out another outfit.

Under the surprised gaze of the young nurse Wendy, the young man who had put on a chef's uniform hummed a song and led her to the staff canteen on the first floor.

"I am Dr. Leslie's newly hired chef, and I am in charge here today."

He pushed open the door to the kitchen and shouted to a middle-aged bald man who was dozing inside. The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to retort and declare his ownership of the kitchen.

But who care about young people who are eager to break through in cooking skills?

He stepped forward and took over the small kitchen, then washed and chopped vegetables in a decent manner, pouring oil and swinging a shovel to finish the work.

Although he has not been specially trained at Bruchet Professional Academy, which foodie soul from a big foodie country cannot come up with one or two special dishes when necessary?

Wendy outside the kitchen was dumbfounded.

It was really difficult for her to combine the image of the young man wielding a shovel in front of her with the cold-faced image of quick first aid.

But the fact is that an hour later, when Dr. Leslie, who had just completed the last emergency operation and was exhausted, came to the cafeteria with his assistant, what he saw was a group of nurses chattering about how awesome the new chef was today.

How handsome is Dian Shao's craftsmanship, etc.

Then, Dr. Leslie, whose eyes twitched, saw Mason handing a large plate of fragrant Four-Xi meatballs to Wendy, who then brought it to the dining table.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The cold-faced doctor went crazy!

She screamed through the kitchen dining window:

"Mason! What are you doing in there? Where is my old cook?"

"Oh, he tasted my food, his self-confidence was shaken and he resigned voluntarily."

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 compensation because I recommended him to work as a waiter in a newly opened bar. He can earn five times the salary here.

Before he left, he thanked me for coming and insisted on buying me a drink.

By the way, what would you like to eat?

There is no menu now, so I can only make it freshly made with what I have in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl of soup?"

Dr. Leslie was choked and couldn't speak for a long time.

I looked back at the nurses who were happily eating exotic dishes. The blessing of delicious food seemed to have relieved a lot of the fatigue from the morning.

The cold-faced lady was silent for a whole minute, then she pointed her finger at Mason and said through gritted teeth:

"I won't pay you twice!"

"I don't want it either."

The young man glanced at the cooking skill that had reached Level 1 in the light screen in front of him, and said in his heart that the best reward you gave me has already arrived.

In addition to skill proficiency and dish craftsmanship, the improvement of this hobby branch seems to be related to the number of diners. With the support of more than a dozen doctors and nurses, Mason completed the Lv1 breakthrough in just one meal.

Dr. Leslie got an excellent assistant nurse and a promising young chef today.

She may have made a lot of money, but Mason definitely didn't lose.

"Doctor, I have an idea, let the patients come here to eat."

During the break, Mason said to Dr. Leslie, who was enjoying seafood soup:

"I can learn the techniques of nutritious meals by myself, but if so, I may leave work earlier than other nurses before meal time.

But don't worry, I can work overtime to make up for it after they get off work.

I can accept it as long as I get off work before 10pm."

Dr. Leslie was silent again.

Her hand holding the spoon was shaking.

She has been a doctor for most of her life and has worked in large hospitals. She has also been to Africa and South America and other places to support medical care for many years, and finally returned to Gotham to open a charity clinic.

Rao has so much experience, and this is the first time the doctor has seen a young employee like Mason take the initiative to open a book and get involved to such an astonishing degree.

But the problem is that you are not doing this to make money, so what are you after?

After a few seconds, she seemed to think 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 in the rest of my life! Don't use this method to please me!

That's enough!

That seemingly honest man really has too many tricks up his sleeve."

"Well, it's hard for me to explain, but it's not what you think."

Mason shrugged, took a few mouthfuls of fried rice and looked at the time, and said:

"I'll do the rounds in the wards and change dressings for patients in the afternoon, and let my colleagues have a good rest. They were too tired in the morning."

After saying that, he didn't 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 nurse sisters who were generally five, six or even ten years older than him.

The cold-faced lady was sitting in the cafeteria. Gritting her teeth, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number that she had not saved but had always remembered. The moment the communication was connected, she shouted over there:

"Gordon! You are so despicable as an old man who takes advantage of young people! I'm warning you! Don't appear in front of me in the future!"

"Dudududu"

In the office of the Gotham Police Chief, Chief Gordon, an old man who was eating takeout, stared at the communication in his hand in shock. He had no idea what was going on.

I don’t know why Leslie is so angry suddenly?

"This woman is crazy!"

The director complained like this.

He put down his cell phone with the screen saver showing travel photos taken when he and Leslie were passionately in love when he was young. Things in Blackgate Prison were not over yet. The Director was very busy these days.

——

At nine o'clock in the evening, after inspecting the ward and completing the last patient dressing change and dressing, Mason moved 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 would gain from working today.

I completed almost 70 bandages, cooked two meals, gained acceptance and love from a group of sisters, and improved my first aid skills and cooking skills.

“What a fruitful day!”

Mason came to the street with his suitcase, thinking that if he practiced so intensely every day, he might be able to achieve a breakthrough in first aid within three days?

"Then go back and prepare to start the all-night attack on alchemy, and try to get it to Lv2 within a week!"

The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket again. There were also several potions with unknown effects that he had accidentally obtained during his previous attempts at alchemy.

As he walked on the street, he frequently looked at the homeless people on the roadside, wondering whether he was looking for a few "voluntary drug testers" here.

By the way, even if Hobo disappears suddenly, no one will care, right?

It’s just that if someone from the Bat Family discovered this, it would be difficult to explain.

Mason suppressed his dark thoughts and hailed a taxi to go back to the Glacier Bar. On the way, he kept thinking about the problem. He felt that he had to find a voluntary participant who was trustworthy and preferably had some professional knowledge and could summarize it by himself.

Assistant for recording potion effects.

But if you think about it, you will know that it is difficult to find such people.

As the taxi entered the street commonly known as "Glacier Avenue", gunshots and even sporadic explosions were heard from far ahead.

Mason's ears moved and he immediately recognized that it was a flight engineering bomb made by himself.

It seems that the "war situation" is fierce here tonight.

The driver refused to go any further and dropped Mason nearly a kilometer away from the Iceberg Bar.

Although Gotham is a real "Sin City", there are still more ordinary people in this city.

The young man sighed, took out his cell phone, dialed Kite Man's number, and scolded:

"Are you crazy? Throw bombs in the street! Where is the flare gun I gave you? We are clean now, do you understand? Let's find 'professionals' to handle this kind of thing!"

"Sorry, boss, I'm used to it. I'll take care of it now. Don't worry, the Falcone family's minions have all been killed and they are running away.

The guy we hired this time is very capable, and you really get what you pay for!"

The Kite Man responded hurriedly, and Mason suddenly thought of something. He asked:

"How many people were injured on the other side?"

"About a dozen. Do you want to refill? Boss."

Charles said:

"We have contacted the cement tankers at the dock. They are all professionals in this field. It only takes a few dozen minutes to handle the matter without leaving any hidden dangers."

"That's a life! You cold-blooded guy!"

Mason was shocked by his younger brother's disregard for human life, and he scolded:

"This is such a good drug sample and you know it is delivered to your door. Quickly carry the injured poor people into the bar. I will bandage their wounds myself."

Well, I’m really grateful for the gift of nature.”

PS:

Thanks to the two brothers "Midsummer's Insolence" and "Anlos" for their rewards, the additional chapter will be added on the day it is released ~ I won't forget it!

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