Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

It was a little kid, about a year old, probably not even able to walk yet. He collapsed limply in his mother's arms, only crying loudly and forcefully, as if trying to fight for more of his limited time.

"William has a fever again, and he vomits everything he's fed. He can't eat anything. He also seems to be unable to move much. It hurts wherever you touch him. Doctor, please save him."

"Hey. Come in, I'll see if I can help you." Although he wanted to drive them away, the repairman let the mother and child in after hearing the child's disturbing crying.

The sight of the person on the bed and the large amount of blood startled the young mother. There wasn't much room inside the clinic, so the repairman pointed to the only remaining chair and said, "Sit over there. Expose the child's bottom. I'll give you a fever-reducing injection."

The tinker opened the back door, walked out, and came back with a tray in his hand containing some medicines and utensils.

First, he disinfected the wound with cotton and alcohol, then used a syringe to draw out the medicine. The repairman skillfully gave the child an injection on the buttocks, which made the child cry even louder.

Looking at the young mother who was distressed about her child, the tinker said coldly, "Take the child back. I should have told you that there's not much we can do."

The heartbroken mother seemed to want more help, but the tinker wasn't about to ask. Last time, his excessive compassion nearly cost him an extra wife and child. These two were just trying to get their hands on her!

It was only after a more resolute attitude that the young mother gave up, otherwise this black clinic would have been transformed into a relief home.

In fact, children should not be given fever-reducing injections indiscriminately, because these injections only suppress symptoms and are of no help to the condition.

But this child had poliomyelitis, commonly known as 'polio.' First of all, there is no drug to treat this disease, but it can be prevented by vaccines.

Secondly, if infected with this disease, 90% of people will not have obvious symptoms of infection and will recover naturally; but 10% of people will have very serious symptoms.

Although children with severe inflammatory symptoms still have a chance of recovery, the high fever may damage brain nerve cells, causing muscle curling and developmental abnormalities.

In other words, this can only rely on supportive treatment to suppress symptoms and prevent the virus from causing irreversible damage to the human body. Then, we hope that the human immune function will play a role and protect the child's recovery.

It's a highly contagious disease, and the only reason it occurred in the United States in the 1990s was because a child was born unvaccinated and in a high-risk environment.

In other words, the true cause of this disease is poverty, not some nasty virus. Even if they can be saved this time, countless difficulties will await this young mother and child in the future.

After the first experience, not only did the repairman give her a cold shoulder, but even the young black mother knew his style. She couldn't ask for more.

In the final analysis, everything happened because she didn't have the courage to refuse, the courage to give up, or the courage to die. If she had been braver, would things have been different?

Pulling a few crumpled bills from her pocket, the young mother said, "This is all I have."

"Take it back." The repairman, who had packed up his things, looked at the mother and son who had fallen into the abyss of hell and said coldly, "I only buy his life, and his life is worthless. Take him back and be prepared."

The young mother wanted to say something, but the memory of the previous experience of having a gun pointed at her head weakened her legs and made her speechless. Not all doctors are good people.

In the end, she gave up asking for help, put away the few bills that everyone despised, and left with the child whose crying had slowed down a little.

Before opening the black clinic, the tinkerer thought that besides treating injuries caused by knives and guns, he would be able to see many difficult and complicated illnesses that poor families could not afford. Who knew that the people he saw most often were actually desperate lives.

Many diseases are not incurable, like the child just mentioned. However, the repairman cannot guarantee that the child will grow up healthily and have a full life.

If that child becomes a typical polio patient, he will become a burden to the family, especially when there is only one mother in the family. When maternal love is eroded and turns into despair, the outcome will be even more tragic.

No wonder the ancients in my hometown said, "If I can't be a good prime minister, I'd rather be a good doctor." Being a doctor is only my second choice, because the most difficult diseases are never in the human body.

Maybe even that fever-reducing injection shouldn't have been given.

With this thought in mind, Henry returned to his rental apartment and changed out of his tinkerer's attire. The feeling of helplessness he felt, along with his clothes, was left behind in the black clinic in South Los Angeles.

He recalled the clues he had found on the two gunshot wounded during his previous treatment, such as the documents they had carried with them, which he had observed with his X-ray vision. He wrote them down on a piece of paper. Together with the information he had accumulated from the patients at the black clinic over the past few days, Henry drove to the Continental Hotel.

Non-bounty intelligence also has a value ranging from one to ten points. As long as the basic requirements of a name and movement, or a name and plan, are met, the rest depends on how many people report it.

If the same information is reported by different people, the first person has the opportunity to receive an informant fee of five to ten thousand yuan, depending on the richness of the information.

Starting with the second person, the reward for intelligence will decrease. However, if no new information is provided to supplement the original intelligence, the reward will be the lowest.

The reason why it is not reset to zero is that the people who designed this intelligence collection system know very well that the spread of a message itself is also a kind of intelligence.

It's generally believed that the more people share something, the more credible it is. However, when news spreads abnormally, doesn't it also mean someone might be behind the scenes?

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Chapter 223 Management Office of Continental Hotel

Henry's black clinic is an off-site base of the Continental Hotel. Although it is not an obligation to report the movements of patients, he is not opposed to making some extra money.

Anyway, from the hotel's point of view, except for the people who pay gold coins to request services, who need to be kept confidential, the rest of the people can be betrayed.

Don't think that a black organization like them is particularly morally upright. They only pay lip service to their brothers' loyalty, but they put a price on their moral integrity every day.

So even though he was in it, Henry kept an attitude of being on the outside and ready to withdraw at any time.

But he also had to confuse others and make them think he was deeply trapped in the system of the mainland hotel. Otherwise, why would others let Henry take advantage of him for nothing?

To achieve this, you can only rely on acting skills.

Since it wasn't rush hour, traffic in the city center was relatively light. Henry soon turned into the parking lot near the Continental Hotel, parked his car, and walked into the hotel through the side door.

The side door has no concierge and doesn't connect to the lobby, but instead leads directly to the management office in the basement. This area houses intelligence gathering and trading, as well as task bounty lists, and is a bustling place.

But for the hotel's contracted gunmen, all you need is a gold coin, and there will naturally be someone running around for you, selecting suitable tasks and collecting corresponding information.

But Henry, like most rookies or poor people, went to the basement and dealt with the hotel staff in person. He sat down at the counter where a beautiful woman in a light gray professional office lady suit was sitting.

If you didn't look at her purple-dyed, sky-high hair, nose ring, black lipstick, and the large tattoos that stretched from her buttoned-down collar all the way to her cheek, you might think she was an elite who graduated from a prestigious university and worked on Wall Street.

But if you look at her overall appearance, you'll think she's some spirited young girl who's turned over a new leaf and still has some ties with her former boyfriend.

"Hi, Lina, your look today is still so unique. But this perfume... it has a citrus scent, which is very unfamiliar." Henry greeted the girl in front of him and handed over the intelligence information he had prepared.

"This is my grandmother's secret recipe. Besides its natural and elegant fragrance, it also helps maintain skin. I wouldn't tell anyone about it."

The little girl had Indian ancestry, and her ancestors had many traditional remedies. Henry even suspected that her ancestors were wizards or witch doctors. These things were all very complicated.

However, Henry did not try to get her secrets, but instead praised her: "I told you, most girls' hands are rough. If you want to maintain them well, you have to be a girl who does not do anything and is well-maintained by her family.

"Unlike you, you're so hardworking and capable, and you even take care of your hands to be as delicate as a baby's. Take a look, wow, they're almost as smooth as milk."

Henry took the hands with red nail polish and rubbed the fingertips one by one, playing with them carefully.

Lina didn't object to this behavior, but she also didn't let Henry have all the fun. Instead, when the heat reached a point where it was too late, she quickly slapped the Kryptonian's mischievous hand away. "You think you're satisfied with just touching my hand? I should have called you earlier."

"Hey, you have a boyfriend, right? It's my life principle not to ruin other people's love lives. I'm afraid of being resented by too many people." Henry, having finished boasting, quickly changed the subject, saying, "Help me see how much money I can get this time."

"Even if you don't destroy it, you will still be hated, you know." Lina rolled her eyes, then put on her pointed glasses and got back to work.

While reading the information brought by Henry, he quickly tapped the computer keyboard.

The large, sizable CRT screen displayed a classic black-on-green display. Similar to banking systems, long before the rise of personal computers, Continental Hotels had established a database system and indexing system, providing terminals for shared use.

However, the early computer operation threshold was high, and all instructions had to be memorized. The girls working the counters also worked hard to flexibly use these systems, which may have been established only a few years ago but are now considered antiques in the information industry.

But as long as you become proficient in it, a database system with powerful indexing capabilities can be a great help.

At least the girls didn't have to search through paper documents with alphabetical indexes and then painstakingly check the contents of the intelligence Henry brought them. The working week was still at least three days.

Enter the search keyword based on the person's name, and all related content in the database will appear on the screen in the form of entries.

If there are too many duplicates, add the second and third conditions to filter out irrelevant content. If necessary, further manual deletion can be performed.

Although according to the rules, the new information must be verified with the existing information in the database to determine the approximate overlap rate, and the amount of the reward for the information will be determined based on this.

However, reading and subjective judgment can easily become points of contention. Therefore, in practice, the women in the Intelligence Department determine the price of intelligence based on the number of items ultimately screened.

A single screen can display ten intelligence items. If the filtered content shows nothing, then this information item will be worth the maximum of ten points.

For each additional entry, the reward will be reduced by one point. If the amount of relevant information is too large to display on one page, only the lowest reward will be given.

This method of judgment is understandable to anyone who can count, and it reduces a lot of disputes. However, there is still room for manipulation.

Simply put, how you type keywords and set conditions will affect the number of intelligence items displayed. This is also why Henry wants to befriend these girls.

Whether other people know it or not, it’s someone else’s problem.

As Lina verified the information, she picked up a red pen and annotated the bounty amount on the intelligence document. After checking all the documents, she took off her glasses and said, "Your bounty today is 23 taels of silver. Do you want small change or whole bills?"

"Give me some round bills. I need to restock some medicine and supplies, and small change isn't very convenient."

Although Henry promised that the black clinic would not sell medicine, everyone was actually hinting that medical drugs such as rice and antibiotics were still needed.

"Please wait." Lina smiled formally. She rolled up the paper documents and placed them in a cylinder. Then she stuffed the entire cylinder into the pneumatic transmission line behind her.

With a whoosh, the new information was delivered to the data room responsible for inputting and storing paper documents. There, more people were assigned to handle related matters.

Lina, who was in charge of the front desk, took out sufficient cash from the cash register, counted it, and placed it on the tray in front of Henry.

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Chapter 224: Surgical Experience in the Black Clinic

Just as Henry was about to reach out to take the money, Lina suppressed his outstretched hand at lightning speed.

Compared to her palms that were so strong that veins were exposed, Lina maintained her usual smile, with a cold and elegant look but also a hint of courtesy and alienation, and said, "Call me." Her voice was a little gritted.

Henry remained calm and took Lina's hand. He brought it to her face and gently kissed the skull tattoo on her middle finger knuckle. He said, "There's a chance, sweetheart."

Then he quickly took the money from the tray with his left hand, shook it, and prepared to leave.

But as soon as Henry turned around, he was blocked by another woman. He greeted her respectfully, "Ms. Fisher."

Favoring retro looks, especially figure-flattering dresses, this hotel manager looks like a Hollywood starlet walking the red carpet every day.

Today, she wore a deep-V, high-slit emerald green gown that would make anyone, regardless of gender, blush. Her wavy red hair covered half of her face and fell over one shoulder.

Those charming eyes swept over Henry, and she said with a bit of annoyance: "Hmm. Lina, Luna, Anya, Dalia, Laura, and then I am Ms. Fisher?"

Jealous? Don't let your imagination run wild. Henry observed that this woman treated everyone the same way, using the unique weapon of women to the fullest.

The majority of contract gunmen fell for this approach, while the few remaining female gunmen would submit to his authority and not dare to challenge a mainland hotel manager.

But Henry wasn't one of them. He chuckled and said, "There's a difference in status. And I'm allergic to power, so I have only respect for you, ma'am, and would never dare to offend. I'm still busy. Going away. Adios."

After saying this, Henry moved cleverly, bypassing the human wall formed by Muni Fisher's men, and leaving them no time to block him.

"I heard!" Muni Fisher's voice stopped Henry in his tracks again. The noble hotel manager continued, "You performed a very difficult operation in your shabby little place earlier."

Henry turned his head and said honestly, "No surgery is difficult. Some people just want to find the easiest and least damaging method so that the patient can recover smoothly after the operation.

"Those who say a certain surgery is difficult are just trying to drive up the cost. Otherwise, if a hospital tells you a certain surgery is simple but charges you a million, no one would do it, right?"

The person who spoke downplayed the difficulty of the operation because he didn't want to be too conspicuous.

And Henry didn't know which operation Muni was referring to: the skull base tumor removal performed on a child a while ago, or the hand reattachment performed on a contract gunman. Which one was more difficult?

For Henry, a Kryptonian, as long as the lesion can be clearly identified and treated surgically, it's usually not a big deal. At most, it's just postoperative care and medication, which must be adapted to individual circumstances, but there's always a pattern.

The most challenging part is operating on children. Children have smaller bodies and organs, so the operating space is naturally smaller than that of adults.

Secondly, suturing and other procedures must take into account that children's organs are still developing, unlike adults, whose organs are fixed in size. Improper suturing can cause organ maldevelopment and functional impairment at best, and even death at worst.

Fortunately, there are successful cases for these problems. Henry only needs to find relevant information and learn the methods used by his predecessors without having to think about them himself.

In the field of medicine, no one will be shy about the details of successful surgeries, and the relevant knowledge can be found in full in medical journals.

It’s just that surgical operations rely heavily on clinical experience, so experienced doctors or doctors with successful cases are so popular and trusted by patients.

Henry lacked clinical experience in the diagnostic stage, how to make the correct judgment and identify the lesion. When it came to the surgical stage, as long as the chosen surgical procedure was correct, with Kryptonian abilities, failure was impossible.

Henry even drove out the outsiders when performing the two operations and completed them at super speed. Not only was the bleeding reduced to a minimum, but even blood transfusions were not required.

To put it a little exaggeratedly, Henry was ready to suture the wound before his skin even felt cut and the pain reached his brain.

At this speed, even if an artery was accidentally injured, Henry could still light a cigarette and easily suture or ligate the blood vessel before heavy bleeding occurred.

There was no need for a professional anesthesiologist to administer general or partial anesthesia. As long as he could block the pain and avoid overstimulating the patient, Henry wasn't worried about the patient moving around. In his hyper-accelerated sensory world, the patient seemed to be motionless.

He had to find another place to slack off and kill time before he could tell everyone the operation was over. Most people just ran back to their rented room and typed a few lines of code.

But I didn't have to wait for hours. I spent maybe an hour or thirty minutes, then went to let my family know I was safe. No one knew how long a surgery like this normally took, so he had the final say.

Moonee didn't quite believe what Henry said, but she wasn't sure whether she should believe what the other doctors said.

Just as this man said, merchants often make exaggerated statements in order to maintain the prices of their goods; they even destroy overproduced goods in order to avoid selling them at a low price.

So, is it really true that doctors exaggerate the difficulty of the surgery in order to charge more? So she asked again, "Is the surgery really that simple?"

Henry replied, "First, I don't know what surgery the lady is asking about. Second, do you really think I can perform any difficult surgery in that crude, tattered place in your mouth? Is this harming people or saving them?"

These two rhetorical questions added weight to Ms. Fisher's preconceived answer. It wasn't that Henry didn't want to tell the truth, but rather that no one would believe him even if he did, so he just let it go. People only hear what they want to hear.

But of course the lady wouldn't let the man off easily; these topics were just excuses. Muni said, "Then why don't you stay and tell me how simple the surgeries you performed were?"

"Haha, it's really that simple. It's all done in three steps. Cut it open, cut it off, and sew it up. Okay, I'm done. I have more to do, ma'am."

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry prepared to slip away regardless of how the hotel manager got angry.