People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 102-Mouth Escape

“Don’t S.H.I.E.L.D covet the steel battle suit?” Mike asked Phil Coulson.

“As far as I know, no.” Phil Coulson shook his head.

“I don’t believe it, it’s not the style of black marinated eggs.” Mike curled his lips.

“The black braised egg… is really an image. But I don’t recommend you to say it in front of Nick. I know you are very stubborn. But Nick is actually a little belly, and he will not show it in person, but will write it down in his notebook. Wear little shoes again…” Phil Coulson caught a glimpse of Mike’s phone interface and almost lost his soul.

“You are recording!”

“Yeah.” Mike smiled genially. “If you send that paragraph to the black marinated egg, what do you think will happen?”

“I don’t want to know. Mike, please tell me if you have anything in the future, don’t be polite, politeness is the biggest insult to me.” Phil Coulson said solemnly, “Can the recording be deleted?”

“Yes, but not now. It depends on your performance in the future!” Mike put away the phone.

Phil Coulson thought: “The devil is definitely the devil.”

I also blame myself for being overwhelmed for a while.

I want to hit the steering wheel with my head.

The thought of dying together came out again, stronger than before.

Phil Coulson broke the jar. “Nick didn’t even think about getting the steel battle suit. He was looking at Tony who made the battle suit.”

A bunch of low-end players only stare at the eggs, but high-end players like Nick are staring at the chicken laying the eggs.

Good guys!

The reloaded car set off again, and finally entered the underground parking lot of a super-large shopping mall called “Good and Many”.

In the elevator, Phil Coulson opened a hidden panel and entered the fifth floor of the four-story parking lot.

Fury looked back and saw Phil Coulson coming in from the elevator, and Mike looking around like a mud-bun.

“It’s S.H.I.E.L.D, it’s just a trench. It doesn’t hurt to spend taxpayer’s money, right?” Mike opened the mouth as a flying darts dumped on Nick Fury.

But who is Fury, this kind of Mouth escape, tickle it.

On insidious and cheeky, I haven’t lost. Okay.

Upon hearing the special “assistant” coming, Stark’s medical team came out to watch.

The chief surgeon is Dr. Wu from the celestial dynasty, a heart surgery expert and a friend of Stark.

The deputy is Donald who graduated from Harvard Medical School. Dr. Hailun Zhao and Leo Fitz of S.H.I.E.L.D. provided technical support for the surgical instruments. Gemma Simmons was also there. She was in charge of checking Stark’s vital signs during the operation.

As for the other assistants, anesthesiologists, instrument nurses, and itinerant nurses, they are all top staff from the Mayo Clinic.

“Hey, why isn’t Juan Fu? Can’t you please or can’t you please?” Mike looked curiously.

I didn’t see it.

“Who is Juan Fu and where is the doctor?” Fury’s face changed.

If there are top doctors but they haven’t invited them, it is S.H.I.E.L.D’s mistake.

“I just said casually, it doesn’t matter…”

“No, this is very important.”

“Um, Stephen Strange.”

Mike had just said the name, and many people in the medical profession showed a stunned expression on their faces, and they obviously knew this person.

“It turns out that Dr. Strange was nicknamed’Volume Fu’.”

“This man is super arrogant and arrogant.”

“People have conceited capital and are hailed as God’s gift to the surgical industry.”

“Wait, Doctor Strange specializes in neurosurgery.”

“…”

At this moment, other people look at Mike’s eyes strangely-they are clearly laymen, how come they become “important assistants”? No one is joking about Stark’s surgery, right?

Dr. Wu, who is in charge of the sword, knew Mike’s role in advance, he had no objection, and it was not easy for others to question it.

The medical profession is also a highly hierarchical and relatively closed circle.

Making a common sense error, Mike stepped aside with a smile. Tell him about this, listen more and say less about things you don’t understand.

The Ark reactor needs to be taken out during the operation. After taking out the reactor, the shrapnel slowly flows to the heart. The doctor must take it out before Stark is killed by shrapnel.

The operation time is estimated to be three and a half hours, after which the operation must be terminated, otherwise Stark will be life-threatening.

What Mike has to do is to wrap the shrapnel with mental power and don’t let it flow to the heart.

Therefore, continuity and stability are very important.

Since arriving in the basement, the surgical team conducted several simulations, each for several hours.

The shrapnel used for simulation is exactly the same as the shrapnel in Stark’s blood vessel, including shape, weight, and placement angle.

“Unexpectedly, the training can actually strengthen the control accuracy of mental strength, which is a surprise.”

As for asking Mike to directly take out the shrapnel with mental energy… Fury considered it, but in the end he chose the plan of multi-release collaboration, which is more secure.

Five days later, the operation proceeded as scheduled.

The operation took less than three hours, which was smoother than expected.

“Very well done, everyone.” Dr. Wu shook hands with all the personnel involved in the operation.

Strong veteran cadre style.

But as a doctor, he is indeed very good.

“Wu Jiaqi, I didn’t come, it’s a pity…” Mike muttered in a low voice, very regretful.

“Wu Jiaqi, who is it?” Fury on the tip of his ear secretly wrote down the name.

A few days later.

In the intensive care unit.

Stark was able to speak, but his face was pale. The doctor said that the prognosis is good and will soon be like a normal person.

The two energies submerged into Mike’s body and synthesized a fruit of destiny with the previously collected energy.

“Senbon Sakura was opened last time, what will be opened this time?” It has been some time since the last synthesis of the fruit of destiny, and Mike is looking forward to it.

This is the ward.

never mind.

Just concentrate on eating dog food-dog food comes from Stark and Pepper. The two fingers interlocked, expressing affection.

“I worried you, sorry.”

“You’re fine, it’s more important than anything.”

The two were tired and crooked for a while, Stark turned to Mike, “I have to tell you something, my will has your name written in it, leaving you a lot of small money, do you regret saving me? Are you very unhappy? Say it and make me happy.”

“I’m considering whether to kill you bastard right now, right away, right away.”

“Haha!” Stark reached out to Mike.

“shake hands?”

“right.”

“Too deliberate, it feels a bit disgusting.”

“Just bear with me, I’m also a rich man, or Iron Man, and give me some face.

“All right.”

Hold the two hands together.

“Thank you.” Stark said solemnly. “You saved my life again.”

“Don’t say that, you can’t die without me.” Mike was telling the truth, at least not from Ten Rings or from palladium poisoning.

I hope the future will not die on snapping my fingers.

Pepper hugged Mike and whispered, “Mike, you saved me twice, thank you.”

“Director Fury…” Stark said.

“It’s my turn? That’s why I’m busy, and only rank third.” Fury took a step forward.

“I mean, you blocked the door and the lady nurse who changed the dressing can’t get in.”

Fury turned his head and glared at the nurse who came in to change the dressing, frightening the young and beautiful nurse.

His face became darker.

Fortunately, it is dark to a certain extent, and there is no difference between black and darker.