"All right, thanks for cooperating. I hope you recover soon." Clark packed up his things and walked out.
"He really is a good man," Lex Luthor sighed from his hospital bed. He pressed the button by his bedside to summon a nurse. "I feel pretty much recovered. Have the doctor come examine me. If there's nothing wrong, I'll check out."
"Of course. I'll get the doctor right away. Please don't move around yet," the nurse said hurriedly.
After a series of examinations, Lex Luthor was discharged. He asked Mercy, "Did anything unusual happen in Metropolis while I was unconscious?"
"No." Worried that news related to Superman would trigger another mental breakdown, Mercy didn't mention that he had been exposed as Superman.
"No news about Superman either?"
"No."
"Good. Let's go back to the office first." Lex Luthor returned to LexCorp and began handling his daily business.
"Looks like we'll have some peace for a while." Watching from a distance, Clark's lips curved slightly upward, and he continued helping people around Metropolis.
Metropolis was especially peaceful that day. Superman rescued a cat trapped in a tree, helped several elderly people with mobility problems reach their destinations, hauled a child who had secretly gone swimming out of the river, and urged his parents to go easy on him when they spanked him.
"Whew." Superman bought a sandwich and a cup of cola at a convenience store. Just as he was about to eat lunch, he noticed a girl standing atop a distant building, sadness written across her face.
He immediately flew over to her. "Hello. Would you like to talk—"
The girl interrupted Superman. "People say that once you make a promise, you never break it. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Then I want you to promise. Give me your word that if