Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Daisy didn't expect that she would run into this when she was out wandering around. Who treated this guy after he was seriously injured? After thinking for a while, I found that this information was not in my memory.

Before she could figure out the abnormality, Frank's breathing became weaker and weaker, and she sensed his heartbeat. Even though he had never studied medicine, Daisy knew that his life had entered a countdown.

Looking around, no one from heaven came to save Frank.

Shouldn't I be the one to treat you? That's too strange... Well, you're lucky! She struggled for a while, and seeing that Frank was about to die, she hurriedly put her hand on his chest and activated her own Shock ability.

With very slight force, a trace of energy was injected into the heart to help it start beating again.

Ah - Frank suddenly sat up as a reflex, but his body was too weak and his movements were too large. He sat up at 45 degrees and lay back down again.

The blood gurgled out as if it was free of charge.

Daisy was extremely speechless. This guy's nerve reflexes were too fast, and her treatment methods were also a bit overbearing...

Seeing Frank faint again, she was also blinded.

Calling the hospital is obviously not the best idea. The person targeting Frank has a lot of background. It is very likely that he will not be able to be saved by then, and he will be involved in it.

She had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

The former Pujie writer only had some theoretical knowledge accumulated from reading novels, but the original Daisy battled wits and courage with her white classmates and had basic treatment experience.

When both parties are combined, theory is combined with practice, perfect!

He glanced at the ground and saw a faint trail of blood extending from the park to his car, as if he was afraid that the enemy would not know that the target was in his car.

Daisy quickly drove out of Central Park and turned into a remote alley. On the way, she bought some gauze and alcohol needles and thread. Then she checked the basic treatment steps in her notebook and started on-site treatment.

After disinfecting with alcohol, the rebound ejected the bullet and sutured the wound as fast as the most skilled surgeon.

The speed was fast enough, but the craftsmanship was really sparse, and in the end Frank was wrapped in gauze like a rice dumpling.

Brother, are you feeling better? Do you have somewhere you want to go? I'll take you there. Her method of waking people up is to twitch loudly.

After five or six strokes, the other party finally regained consciousness.

He looked at her with dull eyes and realized that he didn't recognize her.

I'm just passing by. You seem to be in trouble. I can't take you home. You'll scare my roommate to death... Is there somewhere you can go? Shall I take you there? Dai Xi pointed at himself and said.

Frank's eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he had no attachment to life.

Daisy waited for a few seconds and found that he did not respond to her.

She could only find a private house nearby that had not been occupied for a long time, opened the door lock, supported her future uncle, and stumbled in.

The furnishings in the house were very old, and she didn't know whether the original owner had moved away or died. She put Frank on the bed, but he still didn't say a word.

We don't know each other. I can help you to this point. Let's recuperate on our own. Daisy said, opening the door and preparing to leave. She stepped out with her left foot and then took it back.

After looking through Frank's wallet, I found that this guy may have been a soldier all year round and had no concept of money at all. He didn't even have a dollar in his bag.

...I'm not rich either. I'll give you two hundred, don't think it's too little. Daisy was afraid that this guy would starve herself to death, so she reluctantly took out two hundred from all her savings and stuffed it into his wallet.

There is a lot of dust accumulated on the indoor floor and tabletop. In theory, the original owner will not show up in a short time.

Ordinary people need special help when they have a cold or fever, but Frank doesn't need to at all. He can recover on his own by relying on his tough physique honed through hard work on the battlefield. He is a pure military king and does not need outsiders to worry at all.

I returned to the rental house and turned on my computer to start investigating. The Internet only recorded a firefight in Central Park, and someone saw some bodies. As for who the two parties were, and how many casualties there were, everything was unknown.

Thinking about the tragic fate of the Punisher family being killed, Daisy sighed, practiced her abilities for a while, and fell asleep on the bed. Touching his wallet with only five hundred dollars left, he was so poor that he couldn't sleep.

While thinking about how the senior time travelers made their first pot of gold, I felt that I had forgotten something, and finally fell asleep.

...

The next day, Daisy simply brushed her teeth, washed her face, ate bread and gestured to the air with her fork.

She really can't think of any profitable business. There are some software in her mind that can make money, but they all require costs, at least labor costs. She doesn't want to lock herself in a room and spend half a year typing code. That shouldn't be her way of life. .

As for the rest, I don't know at all.

Codeword? Harry Potter didn't exist in this world, but she felt that even if she copied the original text, it might not be successful, not to mention that she couldn't remember the original text.

Draw comics about Superman Next Door and Wonder Woman? She also has no painting skills.

When she walked out of the room and opened the car door, the smell of blood in the car almost stun her.

She forgot to wash the car last night. This car was rented... Now after one night, she couldn't even mention the smell.

The car must be returned, but it cannot be returned like this.

A car full of blood, I asked, how can I explain it?

Daisy scratched her head a little, thought about it and decided to wash the car.

She definitely can't go to serious car washes. She can only go to those car washes with gang backgrounds.

Searching her memory, she drove to a place called Veles Taxi.

This is the territory of the Russian gangsters, who are responsible for a series of tasks such as painting, remodeling, and car washing.

Daisy covered her face. The chance of a conflict between the two parties was as high as 80%. To be honest, she was not worried, and was slightly excited.

But she felt a little worried when she thought about weapons. She only had the anti-wolf stun device left over from her previous life. She couldn't buy a pistol just to wash the car, could she? That's too ridiculous...

Deciding to improvise, she drove around Hell's Kitchen, eventually driving into Russian territory.

This is an underground parking lot. Because it is daytime, there are not many people.

Two people were talking in the middle of the venue. One of them Daisy had seen before, it was James Wesley who came to acquire the land on behalf of the Kingpin. This guy was still wearing a crisp suit and glasses, with a gentle look and scattered around. The several sturdy men around him formed a sharp contrast.

Opposite him stood a thin man. The two were arguing in a low voice. When they heard the sound of the car engine, they turned their heads strangely.

The thin man motioned to his subordinates to come over and take a look.

A strong man walked up to the car and asked roughly, What are you doing?

Daisy was a little speechless. She obviously came at the wrong time. She could only say in a hoarse voice: Wash the car!