"Please wait a moment, you two. I'll go get you something to eat..."
Su Ming acted like a hospitable host. After leaving those words behind, he opened a portal and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Nick Fury was still somewhat dazed as he felt around his body, as though confirming that he had truly recovered his health.
Until he touched one of his ribs.
"Hiss—"
A burst of intense pain snapped him back to his senses.
From the feedback of his touch, he determined that at least three ribs were fractured or displaced to varying degrees.
"Looks like even someone as powerful as Mr. Destiny can't restore me completely."
On second thought, Fury felt immensely fortunate.
He had gotten back more than half his life. What were a few ribs worth?
At the same time, he deeply appreciated the true value of Su Ming's words—"It wasn't really necessary."
Of course. With such miraculous power, who the hell needed a doctor?
Medical facilities were even more unnecessary!
Thinking back on how ridiculous his reaction had been, Nick Fury felt that despite having served as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director for many years, there were still too many wonders he had never encountered or witnessed.
He could not help sinking into thought.
When Agent Hill saw Nick Fury sitting blankly on the hospital bed, bare from the waist up,
with a pensive look on his face, she worried that he might breathe his last at any moment.
She cautiously asked,
"Director Fury...?"
When Agent Hill received no response from Director Fury for a long while, she worried about his condition and hurried over to touch his dark forehead—no fever.
Nor had it turned cold.
She quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fury was startled awake by Hill's action. Coming back to himself, he