In the basement, Anna built an operating room on the basis of the original mouse production base, which is strictly dust-free and sterile.

Piloting Donald Duck to the room, "Anna II" was already waiting, laying out the operating table, Anna climbed out of the Donald Duck robot and put Stark on it.

Click, click, clasp the iron buckle, and there is cowhide under the iron buckle.

Recently, the construction site is too noisy, and the little short legs have specially added soundproofing materials to the wall, and the constrained damping sound insulation is used to keep the room below 0 decibels all year round.

Putting on the exoskeleton armor, sterilizing the surgical hands, putting on the surgical gown, turning on the shadowless lamp, making preliminary preparations, and the little short legs were about to dry, Sharon Carter walked in.

"You said you wanted to help?!"

Anna shrugged and pulled on the suspender straps: "I'm sorry, I'm responsible for Mr. Stark. ”

The little short-legged felt that Sharon was useless except for her ass and breasts, until she pulled a copy of her papers from her ass pocket and threw it at Anna's side.

Seeing the word ASA on the cover, wow... I can't believe that Sharon is a registered anesthesiologist and a member of the American Society of Anesthesiologists.

"I took the exam in college, so that I could come out of the Carter family and eat in the future." Sharon Carter said, looking at the expression, it is very serious, it turns out that the princess also has a time of adolescent rebellion.

Not only can he eat well, but after all, the little short legs are in the name of Columbia Cardiac Surgery, and he knows that in the United States, doctors and lawyers are a proper elite class, among which anesthesiologists are the elite of the elite.

According to the current market, anesthesiologists can earn $400,000 a year, which is enough to live on Madison Avenue.

Yes!

Before she could speak, Sharon had already put on her surgical gown and picked out ketamine.

Anna didn't stop her.

"Mr. Stark is awake!" Agent Sharon said.

Calculate the dosage as you speak.

Looking at Stark's expression, he was dizzy, probably thinking that he had arrived in heaven, and he wanted to reach out to the shadowless lamp, but found that he was locked.

Struggle!

Sharon calmly flicked the needle, expelled the air, and injected ketamine intravenously.

Stark's breathing gradually subsided.

Anna watched Sharon put on an ECG monitor and install a ventilator, looking quite professional.

………

Three days later, Stark was still unconscious, and Pep sat next to him pursing his lips.

Recently, the company's situation is not optimistic, Pep is too young, Stark is irresponsible, and the mess in the Hudson River three days ago has spread all over the Internet.

Now, the whole world knows that Stark fights with people.

Stark Industries, Hugh Jones blocks the door every day, the lion opens his mouth, and it is another billion.

Pep asked the appraisal company and estimated the price of the ferry terminal according to the market price, and there were thousands of fatalities.

Hugh Jones also said that this is to make up for the mental damage fee given to tourists, 300,000 dollars per tourist, and 1,000 tourists is 300 million.

Pep found a ferry design company, checked the drawings, and took a cursory look at the seats in the waiting room, iron benches and stone benches, which were only 150 seats.

It is also unknown where Hugh Jones said the 1,000 tourists came from.

Hugh Jones didn't care about this, and babbled on and on, complaining that the ferry terminal was affected by this time, and the number of tourists had dropped significantly, and the performance of the coming year would definitely decline significantly.

There is a fart performance, through insiders, Pep knows that Hugh Jones is preparing to divest the bad assets, and if Stark is a month and a half late, the ferry terminal will change its surname!

To put it mildly, Hugh Jones just wouldn't.

In short, it is to bite the green mountains and not relax.

Pep was annoyed, she felt that Hugh Jones was also a dignified president, and she was still going to the door like a scoundrel to cheat and cheat.

It's too much of a bargain.

Anna listened, and she felt quite considerate of President Rockson.

In the past two years, Rockson's performance has not been good, and it is rare that the big dog has committed a crime in his hands, and he expects the compensation to live.

Disasters are not a single line.

At this time, the military also ran out to make trouble, and the New York City Police Department testified that even the chief came out to speak.

They believe that if Stark is allowed to continue to hold the power armor, it will be a threat to the national security of the United States.

With the existing weapons, neither the New York City Police Department nor the military stationed in Jamaica Bay have weapons in their hands to sanction power armor.

The meaning inside and outside is that if Stark doesn't hand over the power armor, they will strike.

When the time comes, there will be chaos, and which of you will fall in love with whom.

As for Anna's wrecking ball, Osborne knew it, but didn't say it.

Director of the Marinated Egg pretended not to know, now it is the US military and Stark who are on the bar, the Director of the Marinated Egg is not stupid, he knows what is wrong, and when others ask him, he says that he is investigating.

No one saw how the Wrecking Ball appeared, or how the Wrecking Orb and Power armor disappeared.

As long as the little short legs don't stupidly jump out and say their own, no one will care.

It's just bitter Pep.

Stark didn't wake up, and all the pressure was on Pep's back.

"Anna, what's going on with Stark?!"

Anna lay on the table and opened the chest X-ray to see how healing it was.

The operation went wrong that day, the operation took too long and the anesthetic dose was not enough, and Stark woke up halfway through.

Fearing that he would bite his tongue and kill himself, Anna shoved a stick in Stark's mouth.

"It should be fine!!" Anna wasn't sure either, Stark woke up and shook the operating table, causing her heart to bleed profusely.

At the critical moment, it was the ECM gel that came in handy and plugged the gap.

That's one of them, it's the big problem.

There is also a small problem, the thoracotomy robot developed by Anna was made improvised, and it was not smart enough, and the scalpel scratched the organs.

It seems to be the kidney location.

It shouldn't be a big problem, Anna thought.

Anyway, there are two kidneys.

The day before yesterday, Coulson had returned, running to Xavier Castle with a stubbled beard.

It is said that he went to the North Pole, and there was a big mess there.

It depends on the situation, and it is not optimistic.

Coulson went from being fat three times to being skinny three times, and that skinny guy was not there.

The director of the boiled egg and Maria Hill ran over together and asked long and short questions.

Anna was also in attendance, and the problem was serious, the polar bear was extinct.

Coulson pulled out a lot of photos, all dead bodies, polar bears, penguins, sea lions.

There was also a whale, stranded on the glacier, and the whale, which was more than twenty meters long, was almost roasted.

Meteorologists predict that the Arctic is melting at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the rate of melting is accelerating.

A large amount of energy residue was detected at the site.

"Since when?"

"It's probably April."

In April, Little Short Legs touched her chin, and she remembered that she had just moved into Xavier Castle in April.

And then what, Polaris appeared, mechanical spiders appeared, and the slaughter of mutants began.

What a coincidence.

The little short legs drooped their eyebrows, holding the photo.

Suddenly, a term popped up - gamma rays.