After Doomsday fell, only shattered bone fragments remained on the wasteland.
Retsu Unohana withdrew her Bankai.
The blood-red liquid receded across the ground, condensed back into her Zanpakuto, and returned to her hand.
Her braid was neatly redone over her chest, and the gentleness had returned to her face.
"The patient has stopped moving."
She sheathed her sword.
"Does he need to be sent for dissection?"
Lying on the ground, Lex Luthor heard this, and one of his fingers twitched.
"No."
Bruce raised the spear, pulling the kryptonite out of Doomsday's chest cavity.
The grayish-white remains were still smoking.
"Confirm that he won't regenerate again."
"I need samples," Lex Luthor said.
Yang Ming was examining Clark's sternum. He did not even look up when he heard this.
"What you need is a lawyer."
"That corpse belongs to LexCorp."
"The corpse is already dead."
"He's the product of my research."
"Your research nearly demolished Metropolis just now. He belongs to the city now, not you."
Lex Luthor was strapped to the ground, with a broken steel plate weighing down his chest.
He struggled twice but failed to break free.
"Let me go."
Yang Ming cut away the parts of Clark's uniform contaminated with kryptonite dust and tossed them into a sealed bag.
"You're not fit to move around freely right now."
"I'm not injured."
"You were sent flying by something you created, and you're strapped to the ground. By medical standards, you're a high-risk patient."
"I don't accept your medical standards."
"That's fine. I accept your money."
Lex Luthor stared at him.
Yang Ming took out a small scanner and passed it over Lex Luthor's body.
"Hairline fractures in two ribs, soft tissue contusions in the left shoulder, and strap injuries to the wrists. No internal bleeding."
"You're examining me?"
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