While Viper was speaking, she supported herself on the operating table beside her with both hands.
Then, with her back to Lauren, she slowly bent down.
Immediately after, she slowly turned her pretty face, half-hidden in her green hair.
With a feeling like holding a pipa half-covered, she made eye contact with Lauren.
"Master, come?"
"Damn it... your sister's...."
Looking at Viper, who was suddenly trying to entice him, Lauren didn't react for a moment.
A woman's heart is indeed like a needle at the bottom of the sea, it's no joke.
One second she was shouting to kill him, and the next second she suddenly had a 180-degree change in attitude; he was completely bewildered.
But now was not the time to care about this; the Viper in front of him was truly too much, actually damaging his Dao heart.
This is intolerable!
So he let out a low shout, took out his signature weapon, and charged forward fiercely.
"Dead woman, you're courting death, take a blow from me!"
****
In the VIP ward of Presbyterian Hospital in New York, Peter Parker, who had been rescued overnight, finally saved his life.
However, as Alice had analyzed, a medical miracle did not happen to him, and his right arm was not saved.
On the hospital bed, Peter, with an oxygen tube inserted, stared blankly out the window.
In his eyes, a hint of resentment and unwillingness flashed and disappeared.
"Oh, my poor Peter, how could this happen? How will you live from now on!"
By Peter's bedside, Aunt May, with white hair and nearing seventy, was crying and wiping away tears.
"Aunt May, don't be too sad, you need to take care of your own health. Peter will be fine."
"Yes, technology is very advanced now. I can get Peter the most advanced prosthetic limb, which will definitely not affect his future life."
In the ward, besides Aunt May, Gwen and Harry were also there.
Compared to Aunt May's pure sadness, Gwen and Harry appeared more practical. The two of them had already started thinking about Peter's future life.
Now that the severed arm has become a reality, it cannot be changed.
So, how to live in the future is what they need to consider more, and high-tech prosthetic limbs are clearly the best choice.
However, although they were well-intentioned, they did not consider Peter's feelings at the moment.
As someone who had just been severely injured and unfortunately lost an arm.
At this time, the last thing he wanted to hear about was the matter of his severed arm.
Because at this very moment, he had not accepted this cruel reality from the bottom of his heart.
Their words were like rubbing salt into a wound, only making him more painful.
Listening to their conversation, Peter, who had just woken up from a coma not long ago, secretly clenched his only remaining fist, his eyes full of grief and indignation.
However, he couldn't even get up to pee by himself now, let alone express his dissatisfaction to them.
"Aunt May, I... I want to sleep...!" Peter said this sentence with the greatest strength he could muster at the moment.
Aunt May, sitting by the bed, immediately understood Peter's meaning. She quickly wiped away her tears and then said warmly, "Gwen, Harry, thank you both for your kindness. Let's talk about the prosthetic limb later! You stayed up all night, you should go back and rest!"
Hearing this, Gwen and Harry nodded silently, then glanced at Peter, and quietly exited the ward.
"I think I said something wrong and made Peter unhappy."
"It would be strange if Peter was happy when you suddenly brought up the prosthetic limb at a time like this."
"What should we do then? Should we go apologize?"
"Let's not! What he needs most right now is to be alone quietly; he'll figure it out."
"Oh right, Lauren has so many high-tech companies under him, maybe he can help Peter. How about we go find Lauren?"
Hearing Harry say they should go find Lauren, Gwen immediately thought of the Silver-haired woman who had fought her to a standstill yesterday.
Immediately, a hint of resentment appeared on her face.
Then she shook her head, "You go find him yourself! I'm tired and need to go back to rest."
After saying that, Gwen raised her hand to hail a taxi and left angrily.
"???"
Looking at Gwen, who had suddenly gotten angry, Harry was completely bewildered.
"It's understandable for Peter to be angry, but why did Gwen suddenly get angry too? Did I say something wrong again? That shouldn't be the case!"
*****
Inside the secret Base of S.H.I.E.L.D..
Tony Stark, with bandages wrapped around his body, was standing quietly in front of his damaged Iron Man Armor, his expression complex, not knowing what he was thinking.
Just then, Natasha pushed a nursing cart in, "It's time to change the dressing, Mr. Stark."
Hearing Natasha's voice, Tony turned around, "I remember the Nurse just changed it for me three hours ago, why do I need to change it again?"
"You had breakfast three hours ago, and you'll be having lunch later!" Natasha said mockingly while preparing the medication.
Hearing this, Tony Stark smiled awkwardly and shifted the topic to Natasha.
"I remember your name is Natasha, right?"
"Miss Natasha, thank you for saving me. Has anyone ever told you you're very beautiful?"
"For a woman as beautiful as you, I must properly repay you. Tell me what you want, and I can give it to you."
As the most notorious playboy in America, it had become his habit to actively flirt with every beautiful woman he saw.
However, facing Tony Stark's flirting, Natasha did not respond, but a cold smile flashed in her eyes.
It was also at this time that she quickly cut open the bandage on Tony's shoulder.
Then, without saying a word, she took an unknown spray and vigorously sprayed Tony's wound.
The spray's composition was unknown, but as soon as it touched the wound, it made Tony scream in pain.
"Ah!!! Stop, stop, stop! What the hell is this?"
While shouting, Tony tried to stop Natasha from changing the dressing.
However, Natasha ignored him.
Instead, she continued to spray the medicine while teasing, "Didn't you ask me what I want? I want you to stop screaming. Can you do that?"
Tony naturally heard that Natasha was mocking him, so he smartly shut his mouth and said nothing more.
"This is a wound healing medicine we recently developed. After spraying, it can quickly stop bleeding and greatly increase the wound's healing speed. For injuries like yours, spray it three times a day, and you should be fully recovered in about 3 days."
As Natasha spoke, she directly tossed the spray in her hand to Tony.
Taking the spray, Tony Stark examined it up and down, his face full of surprise.
"It can completely heal my injury in three days? If that's the case, then this is a miracle drug.
What kind of organization are you? You can even create something like this. I've never heard of it before."
"We are S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Just as Tony Stark was asking his question, Nick Fury, wearing a black trench coat, walked in briskly.
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