"Judging from the physical examination report, the symptoms you called qi deviation were organ damage. At least, the result was organ damage. So you'll probably have to recuperate here for a while, unless you want to vomit one of your organs out through your throat when you go home."
Schiller stood at Shang-Chi's bedside with a medical report in hand. Shang-Chi, lying in the bed, was clearly far from comfortable. Sweat beaded on his forehead as Natasha stood in the room, staring at him.
Face-to-face with the beautiful red-haired female agent so many transmigrators fantasized about, Shang-Chi could not even muster the slightest thought of admiring her.
Natasha was the Black Widow, a super agent trained by the Soviet Union. When she was not pretending to seduce someone with her looks, she only brought to mind certain dark forms of torture.
Or rather, every agent standing in this room was capable of that. Their careers had honed them into military daggers. They needed not only enough lethality, but also enough intimidation—ideally, one glance from them would make someone confess the color of their underwear. That was an agent's job.
Shang-Chi realized that all his beautiful fantasies about Marvel had completely ended in this hospital room.
The truth was that S.H.I.E.L.D. was not like it was described in so many transmigration stories, a place people could enter and leave at will, as though it were the backyard of the Avengers and their friends.
This was an extremely dangerous agent base. For ordinary people to be selected to investigate Superpower Users was proof that they were exceptional, that they had at least reached the pinnacle of what ordinary people could achieve.
Faced with pair after pair of cold eyes staring at him in the room, let alone a college graduate who had