The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 41 41. Fishing? Fuck! I **** fucked

  Dr. Leslie's clinic is full of hustle and bustle.

  The shootout three blocks away seems to be showing signs of intensification, and the wounded are constantly being sent here.

  In addition to the vagrants who had nothing to go out, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected by the disaster, and even the boys who were seriously injured on both sides of the gun battle were sent here at the end.

  When Ye Yi introduced this clinic to Mason before, he said that it was a "truce zone" where nearby gangsters fought.

   Mason saw the truth today and it was really extraordinary.

  Don't worry about how passionately the two groups shoot each other outside, once you walk into the clinic, even the fiercest black guy with sunglasses will obediently put away his gun.

  The two groups of people glared at each other and boarded the elevator, seeing that there was always the risk of punching each other in that posture, but there was no disturbance on the way to the ward.

   Of course, it is obviously the best choice to separate the two groups of people.

  The nurses in the clinic have also seen a lot of "experienced battles". The short-tempered little nurses are not used to this group of guys, and yell at them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

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

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is currently busy with hemostasis and bandages for minor injuries who do not need to enter the emergency room. It's almost catching up with the speed of swiping the screen.

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

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

  Wearing a nurse's uniform, a mask and a hood, and taking off his medical gloves, Mason exhorted the patient in front of him, and then said something expressionless.

  Beside him, the little nurse Wendy, who was already a little stunned with her mouth slightly open, was awakened and hurriedly glanced back.

   "Mason, no more."

  Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:

   "The rest of the patients are all seriously injured and need to go to the emergency room. Maybe you should take a break."

   "Huh? No more? So soon?"

   Mason glanced back.

   Sure enough, the bustling and howling crowd just now had almost dispersed, which disappointed the young people who entered the state and were satisfied with the continuous breakthrough of first aid skills.

   Even complaints against both sides of the shootout arose in my heart, and I complained in a very dark mind why they didn't fight harder?

   Is there not enough bullets, or not enough manpower?

   If it’s not enough, go to the minion trade union to recruit! Don't you need to invest if you want to become bigger and stronger?

"never mind."

  He said something in his heart, while taking off the mask and headgear.

  It is 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 opportunities to "practice" 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 from just an hour ago. Most of them were rapid first aid dressings with normal proficiency improvements, about one-fifth of which were excellent and fast dressings.

  As for the outstanding craftsmanship that can bring about a ten-fold increase in proficiency, it has never appeared once.

   This made the young man sum up today's performance in his heart. He was still a little uncomfortable. A little nervousness affected his performance, and he also missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.

  To sum up, the basic skills still need to be practiced!

   When you can do it, most of it is excellent craftsmanship, and the skill of first aid bandaging when perfect craftsmanship appears in the middle is considered to be well practiced.

   It's not that Mason is carping, but the main reason is that the situation is really serious now.

  Character cards provide a total of ten skill branches including Alchemy, Engineering, Blacksmithing, Tailoring/Leatherworking, First Aid, Enchanting, Inscriptions, Jewelry Processing, First Aid, and Double Gathering.

   There are also optional interest branches such as cooking, fishing, and archaeology, which cover almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person can touch in a lifetime.

  If you practice all the steps step by step, even if Mason rubs his hands out of sparks 24 hours a day, he will not be able to complete the goal of "full-time master craftsman".

  The only possible way to improve overall is to increase the "quality rate" as much as possible in a limited number of exercises.

   Relying on five times, ten times the reward proficiency, this leap-forward improvement allows him to make good use of every minute of himself.

  Young people are reviewing themselves for not being attentive enough.

  But in the eyes of Wendy, the little nurse who has been secretly watching him, this handsome black-haired sunny guy who is actually three years younger than her already belongs to the image of a "superior outsider" who "hides deeply".

  She has been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she has never seen such an efficient action as Mason. Since entering the ward just now, Mason has 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 "emergency machine".

   During the process, he rarely spoke except for necessary inquiries.

  He cooperated with another doctor and focused on the process of constant cleaning and bandaging after simple surgery. According to Wendy who was in charge of helping, Mason even enjoyed this process a little bit, and seemed to enjoy it.

   "Are you really not a medical student?"

  Seeing that Mason was sorting out the treatment of patients without saying a word after returning to the nurse station, the little nurse finally couldn't help but asked:

   "You are almost as proficient in dressing as Dr. Leslie, but the doctor has been in this business all his life. Are you really only 17 years old?"

   "Well, I practiced before."

  Mason turned his head and showed 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, a newcomer with the lowest qualifications, would be very busy when encountering this kind of thing, but today, with the sudden emergence of Mason, the "strong bandage", Wendy was almost overwhelmed. The crowd watched the whole process, except for handing over the tools, the little nurse didn't do anything the whole time.

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

   "I'm not helpful at all, why don't 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 "eating", 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:

   "Let me treat you to dinner. When they come to change shifts, we will go to the staff cafeteria."

   "What are you doing there?"

  The little nurse suddenly pursed her mouth and complained softly:

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

   "So I'm here."

  When he saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, Mason took off the nurse's uniform and hung it on the wall, and went back to the lounge to take out another outfit.

  Under the surprised gaze of the little nurse Wendy, the young man who put on a chef uniform hummed and led her to the staff cafeteria on the first floor.

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

  He pushed open the door of the back kitchen and called out to a middle-aged bald man who was dozing inside. The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to refute a few words to swear his ownership of the kitchen.

  But young people who are eager to break through their culinary skills don't care about you?

  He stepped forward and took over the small kitchen, and then washed and cut vegetables in a decent manner, pouring oil and swiping a shovel in one go.

  Although he has not been specially trained at the Bruschet Professional Academy, which of the gluttonous souls from a big foodie country can’t come up with one or two special dishes when necessary?

  Wendy outside the kitchen looked dumbfounded.

  It was really difficult for her to combine the young man wielding the shovel in front of her with the image of the cold face and quick first aid just now.

But the fact is that an hour later, when the exhausted Dr. Leslie came to the cafeteria with his assistant after the last emergency operation, what he saw was a group of nurses chattering about how good the new chef was today. How handsome is the skill of flipping spoons and so on.

  Afterwards, Dr. Leslie, whose eyes were twitching, saw the scene where Mason was handing a large plate of fragrant Sixi meatballs to Wendy, who then brought them to the dining table.

   "What the **** are you doing?"

  The cold-faced doctor went berserk!

  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 voluntarily."

  The young man pushed the chef's hat, spread his hands and said:

   "Doctor, don't worry, that guy didn't ask for a severance package, because I recommended him to work as a food chef in a newly opened bar, and 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 right now, so I can only cook with the things in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl of thick soup? "

  Dr. Leslie was choked and speechless for a long time.

  Looking back at the cheerful nurses eating exotic dishes, the blessing of food seems to have eliminated a lot of fatigue from the morning.

  The cold-faced lady was silent for a full minute before pointing her finger at Mason, gritted her teeth and said:

   "I will not pay you double!"

   "I don't want it either."

  The young man glanced at the culinary skills that had broken through to Lv1 in the light curtain in front of him, and said in his heart that the best reward you gave me has arrived.

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

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

  She may have made a lot of money, but Mason has never lost.

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

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

  “I can learn the technique of nutritious meals by myself, but if I do this, I may have to leave work earlier than other nurses before meal time.

   But don't worry, I can catch up with them when they're off.

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

  Dr. Leslie fell silent again.

  Her hand holding the spoon was trembling.

  Having been a doctor for most of her life, she has worked in large hospitals, and also went to Africa and South America to support medical treatment for many years, and finally returned to Gotham to open a public welfare clinic.

   Rao has so much experience, and it is also the first time for the doctor to see a young employee like Mason who took the initiative to open the book and rolled it to such an amazing level.

   But the problem is that you don’t do it for making money. What are you planning?

   A few seconds later, she seemed to think of a reason, sighed, and said to Mason in a low and serious voice:

   "Tell me honestly, did Gordon send you here? Tell him for me that I have no intention of remarrying in the rest of my life! Don't use this method to please me!

   Really enough!

  That seemingly honest man really has too many tricks. "

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

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

   "Let me inspect the ward in the afternoon and change the patient's dressing. Let my colleagues take a good rest. They are too tired in the morning."

   After speaking, he didn't give Dr. Leslie time to refuse, went back to the kitchen, took off his chef's uniform, and went back to the second floor talking and laughing with the sister nurses who were generally five, six years old or even teenagers older than him.

  The cold-faced lady was sitting in the cafeteria. She gritted her teeth and took out her mobile phone to dial a number that was not stored but was always in my mind. The moment the communication was connected, she shouted over there:

   "Gordon! You old man who takes advantage of young people is really despicable! I warn you! Don't appear in front of me in the future!"

   "beep beep"

  In the Gotham Police Chief's office, the old man, Chief Gordon, who was eating takeaway, stared dumbfounded at the hung up communication in his hand. He had no idea what happened.

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

   "This woman is crazy!"

  The director complained like this.

  Put down the mobile phone in his hand whose screensaver is the travel photos taken when he and Leslie were in love when they were young. The affairs of the Black Gate Prison are not over yet, and Mr. Director is very busy these days.

  —

  At nine o'clock in the evening, after inspecting the ward and completing the last dressing change of the patient, Mason moved his shoulders, completed the handover with the evening nurse sister, and then clocked out of get off work.

  He put on his own clothes and walked out of the clinic, mentally calculating the rewards of going to work today.

   Completed almost 70 bandages, cooked two meals, gained the acceptance and love of a group of sisters, and improved first aid skills and cooking skills.

   "What a rewarding day!"

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

   "Then go back and prepare to start the night raid of alchemy, and try to do it to Lv2 within a week!"

  The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket again. There were still several potions of unknown efficacy that he accidentally obtained during his previous alchemy attempts.

  Walking on the street, he frequently looked at the homeless people on the side of the road, wondering if he was looking for a few "voluntary drug testers" here.

   By the way, even if hobo disappears suddenly, no one should care, right?

   It's just that if this is discovered by the Bat Family, it will be difficult to explain.

Mason suppressed his dark thoughts, stopped a taxi and went back to the Glacier Bar. On the way, he kept thinking about the question just now. He felt that he had to find someone who volunteered to participate, was trustworthy and had better know some professional knowledge, and could summarize by himself. Helper for recording potion effects.

   But such a person is hard to find.

  As the taxi drove into the street commonly known as "Glacier Avenue", gunshots from the front and even sporadic explosions were heard from a distance.

   As soon as Mason moved his ears, he immediately recognized that it was a flight engineering bomb made by himself.

  It seems that the "battle" in this place is fierce tonight.

  The driver refused to go any further, and put Mason down nearly a thousand meters away from the Bingshan Bar.

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

  The young man sighed, took out his mobile phone and dialed the kite man, and scolded:

   "Are you crazy? Throw a bomb in the street! Where's the flare gun I gave you? Now that we've been whitewashed, do you understand that this kind of thing should be handled by 'professionals'!"

   "Sorry, Boss, I'm used to my profession, so I'll clean it up now. Don't worry, the Falcone family's minions have been fucked, and they are running away.

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

  The kite man hurriedly responded, and Mason suddenly thought of something, and he asked:

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

   "About a dozen or so, do you want to repair the gun? Boss."

  Charles says:

   "The cement tankers at the pier have been contacted. They are all professionals in this line of work. It will take only a few tens of minutes to deal with it and there will be no hidden dangers."

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

  Mason was shocked by his younger brother's reckless behavior, he scolded:

   "What a drug sample and know how to deliver it to your door, hurry up and carry the injured poor people into the bar, I will bandage their wounds myself.

   Well, thank you for the gift of nature. "

  PS:

  Thanks to the leaders of the two brothers "Midsummer's Presumptuousness" and "Dark Loss" for their rewards, and the chapter will be added on the day it is put on the shelves~ I will never forget it!

  (end of this chapter)