I'm a boss at Marvel

Chapter 4 He's Sick

09:30am.

Outside New York City Hall.

A black stretched Lincoln sedan slowly stopped on the steps in front of the city hall.

A dozen muscular bodyguards in black suits jumped out of the four black off-road vehicles next to them.

An old man with white hair and a big belly leaned out of the luxury stretch Lincoln.

He walks steadily, eyes like a falcon.

More than a dozen bodyguards guarded him, with solemn expressions and professional movements.

Several senior officials of the city hall came over with smiles on their faces, and greeted the old man in various ways.

But the old man just snorted a few times in contempt, and walked inside with a straight face.

The bodyguards immediately cleared the passage.

Han Long and Natasha who had just entered the city hall were also blocked.

The old man hurried past Han Long, and Han Long glanced briefly, "He is sick."

The middle-aged male assistant who was carrying a bag and making a phone call turned around and glared at Han Long.

Natasha was afraid of causing trouble, so she hurriedly said, "Sorry, he didn't mean you."

The middle-aged assistant didn't seem to want to waste time for the low-class people, so he continued to make phone calls and chased the fast-paced old man.

After the bodyguards dispersed, Natasha viciously pushed Han Long against the wall, "Can you stop making trouble for me?"

"He's really sick." Han Long said calmly, "And if he doesn't take preventive measures quickly, he will die soon."

"Who do you think you are? A doctor?" Natasha couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Even if you're a doctor, you have to do a laboratory test first to determine if someone else is sick!"

Han Long said lightly: "You are talking about ordinary doctors, but truly advanced medical skills are based on seeing, hearing and asking. For a real genius doctor, you only need to look at it to determine the focus of the disease."

"You mean, you are a genius doctor?" Natasha smiled.

Han Long shook his head, "No."

"Okay, it seems that you still have some self-knowledge." Natasha said.

"No, what I mean is... I am not only a miracle doctor, but also a poison saint." Han Long said lightly.

"You...forget it, hurry up and get the marriage certificate, and then I have to investigate the Hydra killer." Natasha said coldly.

The two entered the chapel of the city hall and quickly processed the marriage certificate.

From this moment on, they are considered husband and wife.

After getting the marriage certificate, Natasha left.

Just as Han Long was about to leave, he saw chaos on the second floor of the city hall.

"Doctor! Doctor! Is there a doctor here!" A bodyguard in black hurried down the stairs.

"I am a doctor!" Among the crowd, a long-legged beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes raised her hand to signal.

"I'm Christine Palmer, Surgical Trauma Traumatologist, City Hospital of New York!"

"Great doctor! My master has fainted and is in critical condition!"

"lead the way!"

The beautiful doctor Christine did not hesitate to follow the bodyguards up the stairs, throwing off her two chopstick-like long legs.

Many people also followed curiously, wanting to see the excitement.

Han Long didn't want to join in the excitement.

But...Kristen Palmer?
Isn't this the female doctor that Doctor Strange pursued?

Of course, in the current Marvel universe, Stephen Strange has not yet become Doctor Strange.

Although Han Long had no interest in the long-legged beauty doctor Christine, since Christine appeared here, the old man must not be an ordinary person.

What's more, practicing medicine and treatment in this world can also increase Han Long's spiritual strength.

After weighing it for a while, Han Long walked up to the second floor at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, on the floor of the corridor on the second floor, an old man was lying sprawled on the ground.

The old man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was blue, and his breath was extremely weak.

Surrounded by a large group of overwhelmed bodyguards and staff.

The old man's assistant looked nervous, and he was grabbing the phone and yelling in a hurry: "I don't care if you send an ambulance or a helicopter! Even if you send an aircraft carrier! In short, I want your emergency medical team to rush over immediately. Come here! If something happens to the master, all of you will be fired! Everyone!"

He hung up the phone angrily, "This group of trash actually said it would take 10 minutes to get here!"

"Let Jean! The doctor is here!"

Bodyguards in black protected the beautiful doctor Christine and squeezed in.

Christine lay on the old man's heart and listened.

"Heartbeat is very weak!"

"CPR must be done immediately!"

While pressing the old man's heart hard, Christine asked, "Does he have any past medical history? What medicine is he currently taking?"

"This..." the assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Our master has always been in good health, and he went boating on the Hudson River yesterday."

They were completely unprepared for the sudden illness of the old man.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

"Damn! The heartbeat is even weaker!"

Christine pressed harder.

Han Long stood on the edge of the crowd, and said lightly: "He is too bloody, if you use such force, he will only die faster."

Christine turned her head sharply, her almond eyes glared, "Who said that?"

The crowd of onlookers immediately made way for a gap.

All eyes were on Han Long.

Han Long looked calm: "I said so."

Christine looked at Han Long's clothes and said coldly, "Are you a doctor?"

Han Long said: "No."

Christine sneered: "Human life is at stake, you don't understand anything, so don't talk nonsense here!"

"That's it!"

"Where did this guy come from?"

"The genuine doctor is there desperately saving people, but this kid is making trouble beside him!"

"Looking at how shabby he is dressed, I'm afraid he is trying to cheat for food and drink?"

All the people present looked at Han Long with contempt.

"Wait! It's you?" The assistant suddenly remembered, "When we walked in just now, it was you! You said that he was sick! The sudden behavior of our master must have something to do with you! Bodyguard! Put him first! Grab it!"

"Yes!"

Seven or eight bodyguards in black immediately rushed forward and surrounded Han Long.

Han Long looked around coldly, "That's right, I did say that he was sick, look now, did I say something wrong?"

The assistant immediately froze in place.

Han Long said coldly: "Your master's life is at most three minutes away. I am the only one who can save your master. If you want him to die suddenly, then go ahead and arrest me."

The bodyguards were all stunned.

The assistant also hesitated.

Christine frowned, and said in a stern voice: "Sir, please don't play tricks here! You will only delay the patient's life! If the patient has a problem, can you afford the responsibility?"

The corner of Han Long's mouth smirked slightly, and he said lightly: "Unbutton his chest, and look at his Shenzang acupoint—oh, that is, the second sternocostal space, the part two inches away from the front midline. Purple black congestion?"

Christine was taken aback, and hurriedly unbuttoned the old man's shirt.

Sure enough, at the location Han Long mentioned, there was really a mass of purple-black blood the size of a coin!

Christine gasped.

She is a surgical trauma doctor. She has never seen this kind of situation, let alone how to deal with it.

"You, how do you know?" Christine asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"There are still 2 minutes." Han Long said lightly.

(End of this chapter)