Dr. Leslie's clinic was busy.

The shootout three blocks away seemed to be showing signs of intensification, with a steady stream of wounded being brought in.

In addition to the homeless who had nothing to go out, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected, and even the younger brother who was seriously injured on both sides of the shootout was sent over at the end.

When Nightwing introduced Mason to the clinic before, he said that it was a "truce zone" for the nearby gangsters.

Mason's revelations today were truly extraordinary.

You don't care how the two groups of people shoot each other passionately outside, once they enter the clinic, even the fiercest sunglasses Xiao Hei obediently put away his gun.

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

Of course, it is obviously the best option to house the two groups separately.

And the nurses in the clinic are also "experienced", and the grumpy little nurses are not used to this group of guys, and they are told to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

This small detail shows the invisible status of the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins in the neighborhood that can be called "powerful".

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is busy stopping bleeding and bandaging minor injuries and patients who don't need to enter the emergency room.

This made Mason confident that he had found the best job for him.

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

Mason, who was wearing a nurse's gown, a mask and a hood, and took off his medical gloves, gave a word of advice to the patient in front of him, and said something with a blank face.

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

"Mason, no."

Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:

"The rest of the patients are more seriously injured and need to be admitted to the emergency room, so you should probably take a break."

"Huh? Without? Is it so fast? ”

Mason glanced back.

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

even complained about the two sides of the gunfight in his heart, and complained in a very dark mind why they didn't fight harder anymore?

Is it not enough bullets, or is there not enough manpower?

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

"Forget it."

He said something in his heart as he took off his mask and hood.

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

Although there is no progress bar to improve the first aid skills, Mason is sure that if there are so many opportunities to "practice" every day, he is sure that he will break through to Lv2 in a week.

On the way back to the nurse's station, Mason checked the first aid tips for just an hour, most of them were rapid first aid bandaging normal proficiency improvement, about one-fifth of excellent fast bandaging.

As for the longed-for outstanding craftsmanship that would bring a tenfold increase in proficiency, it was not seen once.

This made the young people summarize today's performance in their hearts, and they were still a little uncomfortable, a little nervous and affected their performance, and they also missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.

To sum up, you still have to practice the basic skills!

When can you do most of the excellent craftsmanship, when the perfect craftsmanship occurs in the moderate, the first aid bandaging technique is considered to be practiced at home.

It's not that Mason is nitpicking, it's mainly that the situation is really grim right now.

The skills provided by the character cards are Alchemy, Engineering, Blacksmithing, Tailoring/Leather Making, First Aid, Enchantment, Inscriptions, Jewelry Processing, First Aid, and Double Gathering.

There are also optional branches of interest such as cooking, fishing, and archaeology, which are divided into categories that encompass almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person can have access to in a lifetime.

If he practiced all the steps step by step, Mason would not be able to accomplish his goal of being an "all-professional master craftsman" even if he rubbed his hands together 24 hours a day.

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

Relying on a five-fold or tenfold bonus proficiency to make the most of every minute of his life.

Young people are criticizing themselves for not being careful enough.

But in the eyes of Wendy, the little nurse who has been secretly watching him next to her, this black-haired sunny handsome guy who is actually three years younger than her already belongs to the kind of "hidden and unleaked" image of a "master of the world".

She had been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she had never seen such an efficient action as Mason, who had been standing in front of the treatment table since he entered the ward, barely moving his feet for an hour.

No matter where the patient's wound is, or what the patient's identity is, Mason is as busy as a sophisticated "emergency machine".

Seldom speak during the process, except for necessary inquiries.

He worked with another doctor to focus on the process of constant cleaning and dressing after simple surgery, and in Wendy's opinion, Mason even enjoyed the process a little, and had some fun with it.

"Are you really not a medical student?"

Seeing Mason tidying up the patient's treatment without saying a word after returning to the nurse's station, the little nurse finally couldn't help but ask:

"You're almost as skilled as Dr. Leslie, but you've been a doctor all your life, and you're really only 17?"

"Well, I practiced it before."

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

"Maybe I'm more talented?"

"It's not a matter of God's ability to explain!"

The little nurse laughed when she saw Mason's smile, in the past, she, the most junior newcomer, was busy half to death when she encountered this kind of thing, but today there is the sudden emergence of Mason, a "bandaging powerhouse", so that Wendy is almost a strong onlooker the whole time, except for handing over the tools, the little nurse did not do anything the whole time.

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

"I didn't help at all, why don't I treat you to dinner at noon?"

It's a hint too.

But Mason didn't seem to grasp the meaning of the little nurse at all, and when he heard the word eating, he jerked his head up and glanced at the time.

"Ah, yes, I forgot about it."

Mason patted his head and smiled at Wendy, saying:

"I'll invite you to dinner, and when they come to change shifts, we'll go to the staff cafeteria."

"What are you doing there?"

The little nurse suddenly pursed her mouth and complained in a low voice:

"It's free of charge, but it really tastes like pig food."

"That's why 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, and returned to the break room to take out another outfit.

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

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

He pushed open the door to the back kitchen and shouted to a middle-aged, balding man who was dozing inside, whose eyes widened and tried to retort and swear his ownership of the kitchen.

But young people who are eager to break through their culinary skills, who cares about you?

He stepped forward and took over the small kitchen, and then washed and chopped the vegetables in a decent manner, poured oil and waved the shovel in one go.

Although he has not been specially trained at the Bruchette Professional School, which of the gourmets from the big foodie country can't get a recipe or two when necessary?

Wendy outside the kitchen looked stupid.

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

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

Then, Dr. Leslie, whose eyes twitched, saw Mason handing over a large plate of fragrant Four Joy Balls to Wendy, who would then bring them to the table.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The cold-faced doctor went straight to the frenzy!

She screamed through the kitchen window:

"Mason! What are you doing in there? What about my original chef? ”

"Oh, he tasted my food, his self-confidence was hit, and he voluntarily left his job."

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

"Don't worry, doctor, that guy didn't ask for severance pay because I recommended him to work as a side chef in a new bar and earn five times as much as here.

Before leaving, he thanked me for coming and invited me to drink.

By the way, what would you like to eat?

Now I don't have a menu, I can only use what I have in the kitchen, do I want a bowl of soup? ”

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

Looking back at the nurses who were elated to eat exotic dishes, the blessing of food seemed to have made the fatigue of the morning much less.

The cold-faced lady was silent for a full minute before she stretched out her finger and pointed at Mason fiercely, gritted her teeth, and said:

"I'm not going to pay you double pay!"

"I didn't want it either."

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

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

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

She may make a lot of money, but Mason definitely doesn't lose.

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

In between breaks, Mason said to Dr. Leslie, who was enjoying the seafood bisque:

"I can learn the techniques of nutritious meals on my own, but if I do, I may have to leave work earlier than the other nurses before the meal.

But don't worry, I can make up for them after they work overtime.

As long as I get off work before 10 p.m., I'm okay with that. ”

Dr. Leslie was silent again.

Her hands trembling as she held the spoon.

She has worked in large hospitals for half of her life, and has also been 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 such a rich experience, and it is the first time that the doctor has met a young employee like Mason who took the initiative to open the book and roll up to this amazing level.

But the question is, you're not doing it to make money, what are you trying to do?

After a few seconds, 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? You tell him for me that I have no plans to remarry for the rest of my life! Don't try to please me like this!

That's enough!

That seemingly honest man has too many fancy intestines. ”

"Uh, it's hard for me to explain, but things aren't what you think."

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

"I'll come to the ward in the afternoon to change the patient's dressing, so that my colleagues can have a good rest, they are too tired in the morning."

After saying that, 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 with his nurse sisters, who were generally five or six years older than him, or even teenagers.

The cold noodle lady sat in the cafeteria, she gritted her teeth and took out her mobile phone and dialed a number that was not saved but had been remembered in her heart, and at the moment when the communication was connected, she shouted to that side:

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

"Doodoo"

In the Gotham Police Commissioner's office, Chief Gordon, an old man who was eating takeout, stared at the communication in his hand in a daze, 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.

Putting down the screensaver in his hand, the mobile phone that took travel photos when he and Leslie were in love when he was young, the matter of the Black Gate Prison is not over, and the director is very busy these days.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Mason, who had finished his rounds of the ward and completed the last patient dressing change and bandage, moved his shoulders, completed the handover with the nurse sister on the night shift, and then clocked out of work.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the clinic, while mentally calculating the harvest of today's work.

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 out on the street with his suitcase, thinking that if he practiced so intensively every day, he might be able to make a breakthrough in first aid in three days.

"Then go back and prepare to start the alchemy assault of staying up all night, and strive to do it to Lv2 within a week!"

The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket again, which contained several potions of unknown effect that he had accidentally obtained during his previous alchemy attempts.

He walked down the street and frequently looked at the homeless people on the side of the road, and had a dark mind in his heart whether to find a few "willing drug testers" here.

Anyway, even if hobo disappears suddenly, no one should care, right?

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

Mason suppressed his dark thoughts and flagged down a taxi back to the Glacier Bar, thinking about his question on the way, and he felt that he had to find an assistant who volunteered, could be trusted, and preferably had some professional knowledge, and could summarize and record the effects of the potion himself.

But such people also know that they are difficult to find.

As the taxi pulled into the street, colloquially known as "Glacier Boulevard", gunshots and even sporadic explosions could be heard in the distance.

Mason's ears moved, and he immediately recognized that it was a flight engineering bomb of his own making.

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

And the driver refused to go any further, and put Mason down nearly a kilometer away from the iceberg 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, dialed the kite man, and scolded:

"Are you crazy? Drop bombs in the streets! Where's the flare gun I gave you? Do you understand that we have whitewashed it now, and this kind of thing is handled by 'professionals'! ”

"I'm sorry, boss, I'm used to the profession, I'll clean it up. Don't worry, the Falcone minions have been wiped out, and they're on the run.

The little brother we hired this time is very powerful, and he really gets what he pays for! ”

The Kite Man hurriedly answered, and Mason suddenly thought of something, and he asked:

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

"About a dozen, do you want to refill the guns? Top dog. ”

Charles said:

"The cement tankers on the other side of the wharf have been contacted, and they are all professional in this business, and they will not leave hidden dangers if they are disposed of in dozens of minutes."

"That's a life! You cold-blooded fellow! ”

Mason was shocked by his own little brother's careless behavior, and he scolded:

"It's such a good sample of medicine and I know how to send it to my door, and I'm going to carry the poor injured people into the bar, and I'm going to bandage their wounds myself.

Well, thank you for nature's gifts. ”

PS：

Thanks to the alliance leaders of the two brothers "Midsummer's Presumptuous" and "Dark Rose" for their rewards, the chapter will be added on the day it is put on the shelves~ I won't forget it!