He felt like his throat was like sandpaper, and the piercing screams came from afar, and then poured into his ears. His memory was a mess. He closed his eyes, and the chaotic red and blue lights in the darkness in front of him were entangled together.
Just like his consciousness, the most inconspicuous part of his consciousness began to work. The subconscious line in the flickering and twisted chaotic consciousness slowly stretched, and began to help the awakening brain clarify his own situation and recall what he had lost.
Part of the memory - nightclubs, women, old men and alcohol. He kept drinking, kept drinking, and he had no idea why he was so easily persuaded to drink so much liquor.
His body told him that he was lying on something hard now, with only his head and neck cushioned by soft objects. The experience hidden in his subconscious answered that this was a pillow and disinfectant. He tore it open with difficulty
His lips were stuck together. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his lips were covered with thirsty and necrotic cuticles. He tasted the taste of blood, and the salty smell made him wake up a little. The sudden violent sensation hit him.
The pain kicked hard in his brain, completely pulling him out of the chaotic consciousness and emerging from the dark surface of consciousness.
The memory gap caused by the hangover began to recover, and Dave struggled to extract his weak memories. Soon, panic struck from the dark corner. He tried to open his eyes that were stuck together with secretions, for fear that he would see
What he saw was a dim environment and colorful lights, but he was more afraid of seeing a bill. He just wanted to know where he was.
His brain had already given the answer through smell and touch: he was in a hospital.
This made Dave even more scared. He didn't know if he came in an ambulance.
He is just an ordinary poor college student. If Balthazar hadn't helped him pay the high tuition, he would have even needed to take out a loan. The ambulance burned not gasoline, but his living expenses. "You are really a strange case.
"Doctor Dave, who was responsible for the diagnosis, said with great interest, "Do you know how many injections of Bromenal and Procaine injection we gave you when you were sent here? Your blood alcohol concentration is as high as 0.9%.
There’s no alcohol poisoning!”
The air flowed across his dry throat, Dave muttered hoarsely, and no one could understand what he was saying.
"You'd better lie down for a while," the doctor said. Dave complied with this suggestion. He had a headache so bad that he could hardly think, and his numb fingertips were so numb that he couldn't pick up things. Finally, the nurse gave him some water.
, so that he could barely speak. "You were sent in directly. If you didn't have identification, we almost threw you out. There are no empty beds in the emergency department to accommodate drunks and drug addicts." The doctor put his finger on the bandage.
My husband's eyes flickered, "Can you remember who you are? Can you clearly see what day it is? Although I am not a doctor specializing in neuroscience, I also know that your performance fully illustrates the magic of the brain. Do you have any ideas?
Interested in doing a survey?"
Dave had a splitting headache. He closed his eyes and searched for the strange old man he met yesterday in his chaotic memory. The constant headache interrupted his thinking. He didn't want to think about anything now. He just wanted to close his eyes.
Have a good sleep with your eyes.
"You slept for two whole days." Seeing Dave's reluctance to speak, the doctor shrugged. He had no idea how anxious Dave was, but his body didn't allow him to do anything. "I think you're still good.
You need to rest. Get some sleep, don’t worry, someone paid your medical bills.” The doctor said, “If you need anything, please ring the bell, Ms. Heidi will be happy to take care of you, handsome boy.”
When he opened his eyes again, he found a familiar person sitting next to him. Even if his vision was blurry and he couldn't see his face clearly, Dave could recognize him by the black leather trench coat that had not been washed for many years and the sloppy hair.
Identity. "It seems that you have also suffered the murderous attack of Merlin. Now that he is staying at Karma Taj, he will not come out to cause trouble." Balthazar pretended to be calm and stuffed adult magazines into the cracks of the sofa. "Salomon
Call me and he said you are in this hospital. He also called your girlfriend and said you went to Oxford for academic exchange." He pointed to a stack of papers on the bedside table and said, "Academic exchange.
The article has been prepared for you, and the academic exchange is also real. He guarantees that no one will find out. Believe me, this is useful. If women think you have cheated, then they are the most powerful detectives in the world."
"I haven't spoken yet!" Dave shouted in a hoarse voice.
Balthazar coughed twice. "I'm teaching you how to deal with the next situation, boy. Women are not easy to deal with."
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Salomon received the report from Tita, which described in detail the process of sending Dave to the hospital and settling the medical bills. The careful and rigorous android even pinned the bill to the report while filming
He received the photo and general information of the attending physician. The owner of the Eternal City frowned and browsed through it, signed his name, and then put it aside.
He didn't have time to take care of Dave himself. He could only entrust the artificial man to complete this task, but he didn't expect that Tita would actually do this little task herself. She was like a tireless machine, completing it with due diligence.
All the orders issued by Salomon. Salomon was very satisfied with her attitude towards the task, but she was too serious. He did not want Tita to focus on all the details.
He couldn't think of anything to reward Dita. Before that, he personally selected some cosmetics as gifts, including Dita's favorite YSL opium perfume and Givenchy Forbidden Kiss No. 16, paired with the pure beauty of the artificial human.
Her white hair, heroic and charming temperament make her look very charming. Yes, Salomon has remembered the preferences of artificial people, and he chose all of Dinah's clothes and cosmetics - in order to match the witch's shopping
and choosing clothes, he specifically learned this knowledge from Athena.
Judging from the results, this is a very useful subject.
This was followed by Agent Victoria Hand's report.
This is a document that has been sitting there for a long time. Since it was not marked as urgent, Salomon is only now starting to browse it: Agent Hill secretly contacted Agent Victoria Hand and wanted her to provide support to Coulson's team.
Maria Hill has included Victoria Hand on the death list in her report to the US government, just to hide her from the US government's investigation and use her as a secret blade. This is Nick Fury and
The tacit understanding between Salomon and Salomon was precisely because of this, Agent Hand was able to recruit her former colleagues to attack the tree house base controlled by Hydra in East Africa after she officially joined the Immortal City.
Agent Victoria Hand is happy to oblige.
"You actually let Grant Ward and John Gartler escape?" Agent Hand's expression was filled with indescribable mockery, anger, or both. "Just because a team member was taken as a hostage!"
She said, "We don't negotiate with terrorists!"
"Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists, we must cherish every agent." Agent Hill quickly came out to smooth things over. This was a vacation home with a swimming pool outside. Before that, Agent Hill had just taken the U.S. government
She found the secret base where Coulson's team was hiding, but she was still a step too late and failed to capture Grant Ward with the help of the US government.
"We will not give up any agent." Coulson said categorically, which was completely different from his very gentle image in the past. Agent Hand scorned Coulson's humane approach. In her opinion, this is now
In this situation where SHIELD is fragmented, what Coulson should do is to be decisive. If a rookie agent can be exchanged for a Hydra like John Gartler, it will be a good deal.
"I will help you catch Grant Ward, as long as you stop flying down from the sky in a flying car and get on the Internet." Agent Hand said, "Because of your weakness, Agent Koenig died, so my new
The boss lost a teammate who played Call of Duty with him. He was angry, really."