Viper said while holding the operating table beside him with both hands.
Then he turned his back to Loren and slowly bent down.
Then, she slowly turned her pretty face that was half hidden in her green hair.
With the feeling of holding a pipa and half-hiding her face, she made eye contact with Loren.
"Master, come?"
"I'll wipe... your sister's..."
Looking at Viper who was suddenly flirting with him, Loren didn't react for a while.
This woman's heart is like a needle in the sea, it's really not a joke.
One second he was yelling at him to be beaten and killed, but the next second his attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he was confused.
But now is not the time to care about this. The Viper in front of him is really too damn excessive, and it actually broke his heart.
Scholars can endure it, but who can't?
So he shouted in a deep voice, took out his guard weapon, and rushed over ferociously.
"Damn woman, you're looking for death, so I'll give you a stick!"
****
In the VIP ward of New York, Presbyterian Hospital, Peter. Parker finally saved his life after a night of rescue.
However, as Alice analyzed, the medical miracle did not appear on him, and his right arm was not saved.
On the hospital bed, Peter, with an oxygen tube inserted, looked out the window with blank eyes.
In his eyes, there was a flicker of resentment and unwillingness.
"Oh, my poor Peter, how could this happen? How will you live in the future!"
Beside Peter's bed, Aunt May, who is nearly 70 years old and has white hair, is crying and wiping away his tears.
"Aunt May, don't be too sad. You have to protect your body. Peter will be fine in the future."
"Yes, technology is very advanced now. I can install a state-of-the-art prosthesis on Peter, which will definitely not affect his future life."
In the ward, in addition to Aunt May, Gwen and Harry are also there.
Compared with Aunt May who is blindly sad, Gwen and Harry appear to be more pragmatic. They have begun to think about Peter's future life.
Broken arms have now become a reality and cannot be changed.
Then how they will live in the future is what they need to consider more, and high-tech prosthetics are obviously the best choice.
However, although they had good intentions, they did not consider Peter's mood at the moment.
As a person who had just been seriously injured and unfortunately lost an arm.
At this time, the last thing he wanted to hear was about his broken arm.
Because at this moment, he did not accept this cruel reality from the bottom of his heart.
Their words were like adding salt to the wound and would only make him more painful.
Listening to their conversation, Peter, who had just woken up from a coma, secretly clenched his only remaining fist, his eyes full of grief and anger.
However, now he couldn't even get up to pee himself, let alone express his dissatisfaction to them.
"Aunt May, I... I want to sleep...!" Peter said this sentence with the greatest strength he could muster at the moment.
Aunt May, who was sitting by the bed, immediately understood what Peter meant. She quickly wiped away her tears and said in a warm voice, "Gwen, Harry, thank you both for your kindness. Let's wait until later to talk about the prosthetics! You guys stayed up all night last night, so it's time to go back and rest!"
Hearing this, Gwen and Harry nodded silently, then glanced at Peter and quietly exited the ward.
"I seem to have said the wrong thing to make Peter unhappy."
"It's strange that Peter is happy when you suddenly talk about prosthetics at this time."
"Then what should I do? Why don't you apologize?"
"Forget it! What he needs most at this time is to be left alone quietly, and he will figure it out."
"By the way, Loren has so many high-tech companies under his control. He may be able to help Peter. How about we go find Loren?"
When Harry said that he wanted to find Loren, Gwen's mind immediately thought of the silver-haired woman who fought equally with her yesterday.
Suddenly, a look of resentment appeared on her face.
Then he shook his head and said, "Go find him yourself! I'm tired and want to go back and rest."
After saying that, Gwen raised his hand to stop a taxi and left angrily.
"???"
Looking at Gwen who suddenly became angry, Harry looked confused.
"It's understandable that Peter is angry, but why did Gwen suddenly become angry? Did I say the wrong thing again? I shouldn't have!"
*****
S.H.I.E.L.D., in the secret base.
The bandaged Tony. Stark was standing quietly in front of his damaged Iron Man Armor, with a complicated expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, Natasha walked in pushing a nursing cart, "It's time to change the dressing, Mr. Stark."
Hearing Natasha's voice, Tony turned around and said, "I remember the nurse just changed it for me three hours ago. Why do I have to change it again?"
"You had breakfast three hours ago, and you will have lunch later!" Natasha joked while preparing medicine.
Hearing this, Tony. Stark smiled awkwardly, and then changed the topic to Natasha.
"I remember your name seems to be Natasha, right?"
"Miss Natasha, thank you for saving me. Has anyone ever said you are beautiful?"
"For a woman as beautiful as you, I must repay you well. Tell me, and I can give you whatever you want."
As the most dissolute playboy in the United States, it has become his habit to take the initiative to hook up with all the beautiful women he sees.
However, in the face of Tony. Stark's flirtation, Natasha did not respond, but a sneer flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, she cut off the bandage on Tony's shoulder.
Then, without saying a word, she took an unknown spray and sprayed it hard on Tony's wound.
I don't know what ingredients the spray was made of, but as soon as it touched the wound, Tony couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Ah!!! Stop, stop, stop, what the hell is this?"
Tony shouted while trying to stop Natasha from changing the dressing.
But Natasha ignored him.
Instead, while continuing to spray the medicine, he joked, "Didn't you ask me what I want? I want you to stop screaming, can you do it?"
Tony naturally could hear that Natasha was mocking himself, so he wisely closed his mouth and said no more.
"This is a wound healing drug we have recently developed. After spraying it, it can quickly stop bleeding and greatly increase the healing speed of the wound. For your injury, if you spray it three times a day, it will heal in about 3 days."
Natasha said and threw the spray in his hand directly to Tony.
After receiving the spray, Tony. Stark looked up and down, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Can my injury be completely healed in three days? If that's the case, then this is a miracle medicine.
What kind of organization are you? You can even do this kind of thing West City. I have never heard of it before."
"We are S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Just when Tony. Stark asked questions, Nick Fury, dressed in a black windbreaker, walked in like a storm.