Marvel's Strange Magician

Hell's Kitchen, inside Brooke's apartment.

Watson looked at Brooke's room and praised:

"You have pretty good taste."

"Thank you."

Brooke responded, then sat back in front of Watson with two cups of brewed coffee.

"What are we going to do next?"

He put a cup of coffee in front of Watson and asked at the same time.

Watson glanced at Brooke, who was sitting upright in his own home with a serious look on his face, and said helplessly:

"No wonder that boss is so prejudiced against you. Can't you show a smile when facing your boss?"

Brooke glanced at Watson, and then suddenly bared his teeth at him, showing a smile that could no longer be fake.

Watson looked at the extremely calm upper half of Brooke's face, and suddenly laughed a little and said:

"Well, there's still a bit of a sense of humor."

He shook his head, took a sip of coffee, and then asked Brooke:

"Would you rather be the dean or the general manager?"

"Attending doctor, but even if I wanted to be, my current qualifications are not qualified for the position of dean."

Watson nodded after thinking, then pushed the bank card containing three million US dollars in front of Brooke and said:

"I want to build a private hospital, and you can use these three million as start-up capital.

You can find partners who are interested in opening a private hospital to invest, you can also find qualified doctors to join, or you can even open it as a clinic.

I only have one request, our shareholding must exceed 50%, do you understand? "

"clear."

"Also, I want to start this matter as soon as possible. After you go to take the high-level potion for your mother tomorrow, you can focus all your attention on this matter.

Here, take this bottle of high-level potion. If you drop it, I won't give you another bottle. "

Brooke took the life potion, and there was obvious excitement in his eyes.

He carefully put the life potion into the safe in the bedroom, then walked up to Watson again, and bowed to Watson solemnly:

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Mr. Auston."

Watson gave up and chuckled:

"Okay, okay, now it's time to believe that I'm not an evil person, right?"

Brooke straightened up and smiled sheepishly.

"By the way, I want you to do something for me."

After Brooke sat down again, Watson suddenly said:

"I want you to help me create two new identities."

"New identity? Do you have any requirements?"

"One identity is 'a rich boss in his thirties', and the other is that I want you to turn my current identity into a real existence."

A glint suddenly flashed in Brooke's eyes when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly and said:

"Yes."

Watson glanced at Brooke with some admiration, and then said in a gentle tone:

"If you want to ask anything, you can ask directly. I'm not some evil mysterious boss, and I don't have so many unspeakable secrets.

Besides, I value you very much. Even if it is to make you stay more at ease, we should have this conversation to dispel your doubts. "

Brooke hesitated for a moment, and then quickly asked:

"Mr. Alston, I just want to know whether the technology of this magical potion you have developed has matured? Will there be any serious side effects after a living body uses it?"

"no side effects."

Watson replied affirmatively.

"Phew, that would be great."

Brooke breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this. It was as if he had been relieved of some burden. His whole person became relaxed in an instant. Even his slightly cold face became softer at this moment. A lot of sunshine.

"Anything else to ask?"

"Gone."

Brooke sat back in his seat, chuckled and shook his head.

"Then let's continue talking about your mission."

Watson took out another bottle of healing potion and put it on the table, and said helplessly:

"You have also seen the efficacy of intermediate potions. It only takes a few minutes to restore the ability of a wounded person with a punctured belly to move.

Naturally, we would like to see such a therapeutic effect in battle or on our own friends, but if it appeared on patients in a hospital, it would be too hard for the world to accept.

I established the hospital just to use the powerful recovery ability of intermediate medicines to maximize the success rate of surgeons' operations and the cure rate of various difficult and complicated diseases, and then use this sign of high cure rate to gradually expand our The size of the hospital.

Using this method to make money does seem a bit tricky to me, but after all, I am really doing something good that benefits everyone, right? "

“It’s just that we can help dying patients stay alive, and we can help seriously injured patients escape danger, but we no longer have the ability to shorten the recovery period of patients.

If our hospital can even do this, then the first thing we will receive will definitely not be the support and respect of the people.

Therefore, I need someone I trust to help me conduct experiments and help me determine the dosage of intermediate medicine required for each level of damage.

Brooke, I know you are not a laboratory worker and are not good at this kind of work, but I can't let too many people know about this, so I'll leave this task to you, okay? "

"This is a feat that benefits the whole world. It is an honor for me to be a part of it!"

Brooke looked serious and promised:

“I understand your concerns and concerns, Mr. Auston.

Please rest assured that I will complete this task for you carefully. "

"It is really a relaxing and pleasant thing to have a smart person as your subordinate."

Watson praised Brooke without hesitation, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, so he asked Brooke:

"By the way, are all those gang leaders that rich?"

If those mindless gang leaders could just hand over three million, then he would start a shitty business and turn into a thieves tomorrow night, robbing the rich and "giving money to the poor".

"No, gang leaders at that level usually don't have more than one million dollars in money.

The 'boss' is rich because he is the illegitimate son of an oil tycoon in East Africa. His father has no other children, so after his father's death, he inherited the shares of the two largest oil mines and the corresponding companies.

The 'boss'' annual income can reach about 6 million. Before the last transaction, he had a total of 10 million in liquid funds. "

Watson was silent for a while, then asked speechlessly:

"Why does he want to be a gangster with so much money?"

"I don't know this either. I only know that his biggest hobby is gambling..."

Watson shook his head and stopped worrying about this "boss". He took out a magician's matchbox and handed it to Brooke, explaining:

"If you get into trouble, you can slide the box in a figure-eight motion, or just crush it.

And..., don't be afraid of what you see next, remember we are all on the same side. "

Watson warned while moving his hand in circles in front of him. Soon, a space portal as high as one person appeared in Brooke's room.

"Remember to finish what I asked you to do as soon as possible. Goodbye."

Watson, who stepped into the portal, waved to Brooke, then raised his right hand slightly, dissipating the portal, leaving only Brooke holding the magician's matchbox, staring blankly at the normal space in front of him. .