Early the next morning, at seven o'clock in the morning, Selena opened her eyes in the luxurious box of the Iceberg Bar.

She felt like she was having a terrible nightmare, she was being caught by a black ooze monster, swallowed and chewed into her mouth bit by bit as food.

The pain in that dream was so real that Catwoman could feel herself screaming and begging for salvation.

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 doorway, causing Catwoman, who was still a little confused, to turn her head and see the young man walking over with a light breakfast for a sick person.

Judging by the pyrotechnics on his body, these should have been done by Mason himself.

He stepped forward to help Catwoman up and let her lean against the head of the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed again and picked up a bowl and spoon to feed her warm porridge, and after a few minutes, Selena sighed and said:

"If you continue to be so gentle, I'm going to fall in love with you, little Mason."

"That's too bad."

Mason was already familiar with the routine of this bad big sister who liked to flirt with little boys, and he rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and said:

"I'm not interested in the old aunt who is old and has a bad personality."

"Can't you say something nice?"

Selena rolled her eyes, closed her eyes again, and whispered:

"I did something stupid and got you in trouble, didn't I? I still vaguely remember that monster beat the three of them badly... Are they alright?"

"Charles has broken his left leg, and the two barrels have been crushed to the bones of his hand, but with me, the alchemist, they will be alive again. You're the one who's really in trouble, Selena."

Mason didn't hide what Catwoman was doing right now.

He took out an X-ray from his pocket, put it in front of Selena's eyes, and said:

"Your heart has shrunk by a third, your spleen is almost completely gone, and your digestive system is less affected but enough to be vegetarian for the next half a month.

These injuries have already begun to heal thanks to the healing potions made by unicorn blood, but you will have to drink a potion every day for the next week to ensure that you are fully healthy.

I want to remind you that the process of healing the internal organs hurts...

It hurts a lot.

It should be similar to having a baby, anyway, you're going to have a hard time."

"That damn monster!"

Catwoman scolded in a low voice, and she said:

"It tempted me with rhetoric, it promised it harmless, and I was so foolish that I agreed and accepted it, though it did save me."

"It's not lying."

While feeding Catwoman, Mason explained:

"It's just that symbiotes don't have the same understanding of 'health, and 'harmlessness' as we humans.

But the good news is that as you recover, the unicorn blood will strengthen your physique and allow you to slowly cross the realm of normal people like Erke.

After you have a superhuman physique, the venom's effect on you will be much less, and after all, that kind of 'symbiote suit' is not for ordinary people.

But as long as you're good enough, the negative effects will be minimized." ….

"Who's going to wear it again?"

Catwoman scoffed and said:

"I'm not stupid."

"But you'll always need it, Selena."

Mason put down the porridge bowl and said while giving the eldest sister a cut strawberry:

"I'm the one who got you involved in the things of Team K and the Stars, and I'm responsible for you, and for everyone else. We can't stay so weak forever, and the symbiote is a relatively safe one compared to other ways of gaining power.

There is no such thing as a personality for that thing, they don't actively harm the host because they can't think without the host, so one

Whether a symbiote is good or evil does not depend on itself but on the ideas of its users.

But you really have three chapters with the advance and Venom covenant.

But how to say it?

You can keep a zombie cat like Miss McGonagall as a pet, and I'm sure it won't be difficult for you to tame Venom. Besides, your body has already adapted to it once, so it's a shame to give up this opportunity."

Mason's words made Selena nod, and after a few minutes, Mason looked at the time of his watch and said:

"Rest, Barbara will take care of you and urge you to drink medicine these days. I have to go to work, and I've been absent for so long, and if I don't go, I'm really going to be fired."

"I don't understand, why do you have to hold on to that little clinic and not let go?"

Selena picked up the vegetable soup in her hand and sniffed it, and said in a strange tone:

"I know there are a lot of beautiful and cute little nurse sisters out there, what's the matter? Spring is budding?"

"Not for such a strange reason, of course."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and said:

"For a greater cause, a simple ideal of saving lives, and of course, a deep study of first aid so that there will be no irreversible casualties in the future when we encounter danger.

Magic is magical, but it doesn't solve all problems.

Also, Judy was sent to our world by the Afterlife Team as a liaison representative, and that kid might come to see you, I mean you restrained a bit."

Mason whispered:

"Don't really make emotional disputes, everyone knows that your charm is a murder for both men and women."

"Hey, don't underestimate me."

Catwoman grabbed the cup at the head of the bed and threw it at Mason, who was easily picked up by the captain, who smiled goodbye and closed the door and left, leaving Selena alone to recuperate.

The eldest sister leaned against the head of the bed and covered her face to remember the events of last night, and only sighed after a few minutes.

Why would I be obsessed with accepting that symbiote that is not a good thing at first glance? What was my mental state like at that time?

Could it be that he is also dissatisfied with the vase identity of his K team Kanban Niang, and wants to really help?

No way.

I've always been a pacifist.

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"Mason Cooper! Do you still have a face? How many days do you count how many hours you've been on duty with me for more than a month?"

In Dr. Leslie's office, Mason is being scolded by her boss in her office.

But this time he did not deserve sympathy. ….

Because his absences were indeed outrageous, that is, Dr. Leslie did not have to pay him a salary, otherwise Mason would have to deduct a fine for this full attendance.

"If you don't want to come, you can't come, Mason. I'm serious, I know you're a supernumerary member of the Bat family, you must have your own secret affairs, and I don't want to ask too much."

After losing his temper, Dr. Leslie, who was cold-faced and hot-hearted, sighed as well.

The doctor, who was no longer young, sat down in her chair, picked up her teacup, and whispered:

"You're a good young man, you're very good in every way, and I'm just giving you a little advice, maybe you should focus on something and not distract yourself.

The rest of the clinic has a good impression of you, but your sudden disappearance like this will make it difficult for me to manage my clinic after three or two days of sudden disappearance."

"You can treat me as a volunteer."

Mason didn't have much psychological pressure.

He sat down across from Dr. Leslie, and said very seriously:

"Anyway, I don't need a salary or treatment, I really just want to do what I can to help others practice my healing skills and saving people.

I'm pretty good at the suturing techniques you taught me, so why don't I show you some more?"

"Not necessarily."

Dr. Leslie snorted and said:

"I don't know much about how talented you are in this area, but what the hell are you doing after disappearing for so long?"

"Make medicine."

Mason took three bottles of potion from his bosom and placed them in front of the doctor.

Dr. Leslie had a disgust with these godly babbles, but Mason was an exception, and the burn and scald ointment he had given to the clinic was now almost a signature.

Last week, there were patients from Star City and Chicago.

"These three potions don't seem to be the same as the previous ones?"

Dr. Lalith put on her glasses and carefully observed the potion that Mason had taken out, although she was not a professional, it was not difficult to see that the medicine must have been a bit of a problem with her understanding of the medicine.

"That's right, these are all high-grade potions."

Mason picked up the white potion and explained:

"This bottle is called 'White Honey,' Don't be fooled by the name, it's actually a highly effective antidote, which not only removes most toxins in less than ten minutes, but also treats those who suffer from the after-effects of poisoning.

Even in magic circles, this potion is rare.

It took me a lot of work to refine it. I hope you will cooperate with me through the clinical trial of this potion, I need some data to adjust some of its ratios."

"It doesn't sound scientific."

Dr. Leslie pushed his glasses and said:

"Can it be effective against most poisons? Isn't that a bit too omnipotent? Isn't it flawed?"

"Yes."

Mason said truthfully:

"Although it can detoxify, it is also highly toxic.

This thing is not for ordinary people, so when it is used, it should be mixed with normal saline or glucose in a ratio of at least 1:50.

We also have to add the powder of fecal stone to suppress the toxicity." ….

"Well, in this case, I can probably understand how it works, fighting poison with poison."

Dr. Leslie nodded, looked at the remaining two potions, and said:

"What about their effects?"

"It's called 'Troll,'"

Mason pointed to the potion on his left and said:

"It can effectively accelerate the recovery of vitality, and it is very good to use for seriously injured patients, but it is also toxic so it needs to be diluted, this is only done when practicing hands.

It's the bottle on the right that really sucks it."

The young man smiled mysteriously, and he took the pink potion on his right hand and handed it to Dr. Leslie, and whispered as if sharing a secret:

"This is what you need most! It's called 'Beauty Elixir,' as you name it, and it can rejuvenate women's hair, smooth wrinkles and maintain skin, and improve endocrine.

It is said that if you drink it regularly, you can even lose weight.

The only downside is that the effect is short-lived, so once you start drinking, you have to keep it up, once you drink it, once a week, otherwise it will go back to your previous state."

"Huh?"

Dr. Leslie, who had always been calm, couldn't sit still.

She looked at Mason with the look in her eyes like she saw those scammers who sold the magic pill of the charlatans, but considering Mason's previous "good credit", the doctor still took the potion with suspicion.

She put it in her hand and looked at it, and said:

"This thing... How do I use it?"

"Drink it directly, of course, you can also put it in a small bottle and spray it as a perfume."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and said:

"It's up to you, I've added some gardenia flavor to it, I know you like it, well, old Gordon too."

"Shut up!"

Dr. Leslie blushed and slapped the table, saying:

"I have nothing to do with Gordon! It's just that Barbara's matter is very painful for him, so recently I will give him regular psychological interventions, so that the old guy will not suffer from mental illness because of too much pain... That's right

I'll admit we went out for two meals together, but that's just a thank you from the patient to the doctor!

We are innocent between us!

Mason!

Don't talk nonsense!"

"Ah, yes, yes, innocent, I know."

Mason didn't discuss the issue much with the screwed doctor in front of him, and he knew that the story between Dr. Leslie and Director Gordon was complicated.

Listen to Barbara say that they had a child when they were younger, but...

In short, it's a very complicated love story for the elderly, and Mason, a young man, can't get involved in this kind of thing at all.

On the one hand, he sent the beauty potion over to prove that he was not absent from work to do other things, and on the other hand, it was also to curry favor with his superiors.

After all, a place like Leslie's Clinic where Mason could practice first aid and cooking was not easy to find in Gotham, unless Mason was going to try his hand at his career as a black market doctor.

But how can he have that time to shuttle through the other world.

"Then I won't bother you, I'll be busy."

Mason stood up, said goodbye to Dr. Leslie, turned to leave the office, and resumed his career as a nurse.

Thanks to the endless gangsters and supervillains in Gotham City, there is no shortage of patients here, and Mason ends his day in a busy one. ….

He felt that after another week of practice, his first aid skills would break through Lv5.

It's really gratifying.

But the joy didn't last long, as he got a headache when Mason returned to his cabin from work to see Harley Quinn, covered in blood and still brandishing a baseball bat with a nail head to Poison Ivy.

Since the patient let himself go, he has become more and more "free" in his actions.

Although it has not yet reached the point where Harley Quinn is a real Harley Quinn who cares about human life, in the days since Mason left, Harley Quinn has already dominated the small gang in a few neighborhoods.

Judging by her eagerness, she was already planning to step out of Crime Alley and into the wider Black Zone.

"You go down like this, pills!"

Mason took off his coat and hung it on the pole of his clothes, and sighed to Harley Quinn, who was circling around him excitedly telling the heroic story of how she had blown the heads of several bastards with a stick today:

"Did you not take your medicine on time? You're so bad, Hallie."

"I ate it!"

Harley, whose face was still stained with blood, retorted with great momentum and triumph, as if taking her medicine on time was a great achievement.

The poison ivy girl beside her also nodded silently.

She can see the changes in her best friend, although Harley's current mental state is a little worrying, but at least she is happy now.

Yes.

Happiness like a nervous disorder.

"I've gone out and made some great friends this time."

Mason rolled up his sleeves and walked to the basement, and said to Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn who followed behind him:

"They have a miraculous way to cure schizophrenia like Harley, just implant a small emotion chip in her brain to bring her back to her senses and live a normal life again.

Think about it, both of you.

I'm serious.

Hallie's condition can only be kept from getting worse by potions and psychotherapy alone, and she has to be ruthless if she wants to cure it completely."

"Huh? Put something in my head?"

Harry's eyes widened, and she hugged her head in horror and said:

"No! I refuse! You can say it straight up when I'm not doing well, Mason, you can't make me a fool like that, can you? The more I listened, the more it felt like a prefrontal lobotommy or something."

"I'm not kidding."

Mason emphasizes:

"That's really a very effective treatment, so I'll see you and her in a few days

Just get it. Now, I'll have to check Ivy's alchemy skills.

I have a new job for you, Ivy.

But I declare in advance that you can refuse, because it is dangerous.

It's not even just dangerous.".

Handsome dog Frank