Miss O'Neill seemed to be very busy. She felt that she was well. After sincerely thanking Gao Ning, she left in a hurry.
Gao Ning could tell that there was a camera in the small bag she carried. Although the shape was a bit strange, it didn't look like the silly, big, black and thick type in the 1990s.
But considering that this is Marvel, and technology is not science at all, what appears does not seem to be surprising.
After solving this small episode, Gao Ning did not stay in a certain hospital any longer.
After briefly getting familiar with the environment and asking for information about the night shift staff, I left in a hurry.
Now that you have settled down in New York, let’s take care of the trivial matters around you first.
As for the little note, he decided to keep it, observe the little nurse, and decide whether to make that call in two days.
To avoid having to go to the toilet for no apparent reason.
Although he is not a mysophobic, he still hates this kind of behavior.
At night, O'Neal had just stepped out of the Daily Bugle building in high heels when a familiar cat meow came from the alley next to him.
Just listen to the short turtle man continue: "According to Shao Smith's research, this toxin will only make you feel like you are not breathing smoothly at the initial stage, but before one to two hours, that feeling will turn into a heart rate
The heart beats unevenly, resulting in a series of symptoms caused by insufficient blood supply to the heart.
"what?"
Oliel looked at the antidote in his hand, carefully packed it away in his large bag, and then left the alley slowly.
"It's bad, you will pay attention to the doctor. No matter if everything is alright, keep the antidote with you. If you feel that nothing is right, swallow it out of your stomach as soon as possible!"
Natero breathed a sigh of relief and walked over slowly: "It's a bad night, Michelangelo, if you remember correctly, it was Raphael who should have contacted you that week."
Before I listened to Michelangelo's retelling, I pondered for a moment and said, "Does acupuncture detoxify? You haven't done much in-depth research on that category, but you also vaguely know that acupuncture does not have that weak effect.
The other party probably just used some ordinary method to temporarily stimulate Shen Pingchan's own immunity, and then temporarily suppressed the virus in my body. Yes, it really doesn't make sense. I asked Shaona to find a way to investigate.
Well, you have no interest in me!"
Michelangelo had no doubts: "Has he still felt it? Later, when Shaonarotta checked the relevant monitoring of the Little Foot Gang, he found that he had appeared far away from the dock warehouse.
Although this is not the first time I have seen it, I still find it very magical.
"Then you are being vague. You are definitely not as minor as they say. You are normal. Dr. John O'Neill, who is treating you today, should be able to help!"
"Well, you will tell Young Smith and the master what he said when you go back. Are you sure he is John O'Neill? Am I kidding him?"
Natero nodded seriously.
O'Neill was a little confused, but he still looked around and hurriedly walked into the alley.
"Antidote!"
Natero didn't even notice whether the other party had jumped under the roof or escaped from the sewer. In short, I just magically disappeared.
Natero pointed the large closed test tube at the moon and asked casually, and then asked without any doubts: "What antidote?"
Although people in the United States don't pay much attention to names, the surname is rarely used to distinguish people with the same name.
"So the poison in him was cured by the doctor? The truth is the same, but it seems to make sense! Young Smith said it was a virus!"
Michelangelo was even more puzzled: "Acupuncture? He means using large needles to prick the acupuncture points back and forth. Can this only relieve pain?"
"You also know that what is extraordinary is that acupuncture seems to be useless against that virus!"
A small hand stretched out, and a large closed test tube appeared outside the palm of Natero's hand. There was about ten milliliters of light golden liquid outside the test tube. Even in the dim light, it still reflected a harsh light.
, looks very magical.
Shen Pingchan smiled bitterly: "You must have known that there was no poison here, so you would have called the police directly. Who is so stupid as to run to die alone? You are lucky. You just felt that your body was not feeling well, so you went to the hospital immediately."
Although it is mortal, it can make a person lose abnormal mobility. If no one dares to peek or take photos at seven weeks, I can even give the things outside my hand to others, and I will lie down happily.
Under the hospital bed, and even said a word!"
Michelangelo grinned, took a step forward, half of his body was hidden in the shadows, and then the whole person who was so magical disappeared from view.
When Natero recalled what he had experienced this afternoon, his whole body was broken.
The alley was empty, not a soul in sight.
It's even a level higher than Zhang Wei. Is there really no one with a name like that?
"It's wrong. The current situation is not normal. Master Leonardo and I didn't take any action tonight. I asked you to come over and give him the things!"
But there is absolutely no difference between a name like John Shen Pingchan and Zhang Ba Li Qi.
Michelangelo was not surprised: "But do you think he looked affected at all? Did he wear a gas mask when he moved?"
"It's me, Ellie!"
"Although it's strange, the doctor seems to really have that name!" Natero also spread his palms helplessly, knowing what to say.
O'Neal stood at the corner of the alley, cautiously not moving forward, but stood there and shouted: "Who is it?"
A humanoid mouse wearing a narrow sleeved robe, only less than one meter tall but with a half-meter long white beard, stood at the entrance of the passage, leaning on a cane.
"OK! That's not what you want!"
On the ground in New York, in an abandoned sewer.
The narrow space outside has often been transformed into a residence, with all kinds of furniture and living facilities, but there are no room separations, a living room, a bathroom, a research room, a training room, or even a small living room.
Dojo.
I guess he was taking photos of us. But he may have known that Schneider, the bastard, had placed poisoning equipment in this area, and the air in the entire dock area was mixed with a biological virus."
"What?" Natero was so frightened that his face turned pale.
Michelangelo quickly explained: "Don't take it easy, don't take it easy. This is New York after all. Even a crazy person like Schneider will still commit a small massacre. Otherwise, I would have been chopped into pieces and thrown back into the Thomson River."
"Damn it, I'd like to thank Mr. Smith for you! My brother hasn't done anything yet. Last time you went there, you brought a few pizzas of the smallest size!"
A green monster over two meters tall and unusually tall came out of the shadows, with orange streamers on its eyes swaying.
