[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Suddenly a voice in Peter's heart told him that it was a wound pierced by a bullet.

How much torture she has suffered.

"No..." Peter said tremblingly, not believing it at all.

It happened so suddenly, just like the girl came back suddenly, she was fine at first, and she was talking to her with a smile, why did she suddenly have so many wounds on her body?

It is obvious that it has overcome all obstacles and made it to the happy ending, so why did it return to the abyss of nightmare?

Peter hugged Mo Sheng blankly, without any movement for a while.

Questions flooded his mind, what he wanted to do, but just like before, like every time he was in a similar situation.

There was nothing he could do.

Push the timeline forward a few seconds, to the moment when Mo Sheng said the last sentence.

When Mo Sheng mentioned the syllable of me, she suddenly realized the changes in her body. She knew what was going on—the protection mechanism of her body. She wanted to digest this energy and use it for her own use, so she fell into a deep sleep .

After she finished saying 'I love you', she still wanted to explain a few words to Peter, but after all, she couldn't resist the restraint of her body, and she could only follow her instinct after making a 'don't' mouth shape. Down.

Before Mo Sheng fell down, she saw Peter's flustered eyes, so she realized that Peter didn't notice her mouth shape.

She tried her best to say "I'm fine" to Peter, but she could only think about it, her consciousness was quickly swallowed by darkness, and she fell into a boundless deep sleep.

And all these thinking and changes happen within two seconds.

As quickly as every unexpected change before.

"Mo Sheng..." Peter knelt on the ground uncontrollably, hugged the girl's body, and murmured her name.

He could feel her pulse, she was still alive, but her pulse was very weak, as if she might die at any moment.

When was the last time you looked at someone like this?

Not too far.

What about the last time?

It was a regret that would haunt him all his life.

"Child, let's come." Natasha's voice sounded behind her at the right time.

Peter turned his head and looked behind him, only to realize that Tony, Natasha and Jarvis had both come over at some point, and he didn't hear their footsteps.

"I think—" He was about to say something more, but he swallowed it again because of Natasha's waving hand.

"Son, I know what you're thinking, but we have to be careful, shouldn't we?" Natasha squatted down and hugged Mo Sheng in the most standard way, "We can't cause her a second injury."

"She needs to be treated appropriately as soon as possible."

Peter nodded sullenly, then looked down at Mo Sheng, not wanting to look up at the expressions of other people.

The four of them walked into the base very quickly. As soon as they arrived at the base, a stretcher came out from the corner by itself. Natasha put Mo Sheng on the stretcher and turned sideways.

"Now you can push." ​​She said to Peter beside him who was frowning and looking at Mo Sheng with worried eyes, "Let's go to the medical room."

The medical room is fully equipped, even more complete than the hospital. After all, this is the base of the Avengers Alliance, and its technological strength is much stronger than that of ordinary civilians.

But no matter how powerful technology is, it is not magic.

After Mo Sheng was put in a fixed position, Tony began to check her body, and the checking process was very laborious.

Because there are so many wounds on Mo Sheng's body, so many that there is almost no place to stick testing instruments, large and small wounds are all over the body, it is difficult to find a large piece of complete skin.

After struggling to stick the detection instrument on, Tony hammered down the table, broke the silence with a 'bang', and cursed in a low voice: "Damn clown!"

These wounds, looking at these wounds, how could he not imagine what kind of torture the little girl endured?

She is such a person who is afraid of pain, how much despair does she have?

It will take some time for detailed detection results to come out, but simple Jarvis can be scanned quickly.

"There is a fracture in the left hand. There are also signs of fracture in other places, but they have recovered. The wounds on the skin are all caused by sharp tools. From the traces, it is inferred that it should be a small knife more than 20 centimeters long."

"There is an obvious wound on the forehead. It is inferred from the surface wound that such a wound is enough to cause death, but the injury here disappears after entering the skin for a short distance, which is against common sense."

"But based on Miss Mo Sheng's ability, there is a high probability that the wound here was healed by herself."

After talking about the general situation, Jarvis paused for a while. Seeing that the three of them had no intention of speaking, he continued, "The following are all my speculations."

He rarely speculates (generally refers to things with low probability or no certain basis), but this time is different.

"Personally, I don't think a wound on the forehead is a cure."

"What's that?" Peter listened to Jarvis very seriously.

He has to listen carefully, he wants to get all the information about the girl.

"It was a fatal wound that was healed after resurrection."

Natasha nodded: "I agree with what Jarvis said."

It's not that she has never seen such wounds on people, but when they saw them...

For a while, no one spoke.

What is resurrection?

It is resurrection from the dead.

It's a good word, because one has escaped death and returned to the world.

But this word has a premise - death.

Without death, how can we talk about resurrection?

"Then Mo Sheng..." It was still Peter who broke the silence, but only said his name.

He looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed, his heart was full of sorrow, and the pain crawled into his heart again.

Even though the girl was unconscious, she still frowned, as if immersed in some nightmare, oh, no, she has been in a nightmare.

Peter seemed to be able to feel the pain of the girl in her sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to have turned into Mo Sheng.

The girl must have dreamed about being tortured by a clown, otherwise she wouldn't have shown this expression.

"Mr. Stark, is there any way to make Mo Sheng relax?" Peter asked again.

He thought that no matter how sad and sad he was, what he needed now was to make Mo Sheng recover, to restore her body to its original state.

Hey, that's not bad, at least it's not the worst possible outcome, is it?

Peter thought wisecrackingly to himself.

Believe in the future, the most difficult moment has passed, even if there are still some thorns, it will eventually lead to a better tomorrow.

Tony could only sigh a long time, looked at the wires connected to Mo Sheng's body and said, "...I can't think of any way."

Now even the little girl is not sure when she will wake up, so how can she relax.

At this time, it is a matter of spiritual level, and they cannot intervene.

Besides, which one of them is relaxed?Everyone can't wait to write their sorrows on their faces, the comfort is only false, and then they accommodate each other——

The result is only good on the surface.

The four of them sat in the medical room, there was nothing but the sound of Didi's equipment.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone looks at one thing and meditates.

Until a voice other than this suddenly appeared.

"Tony, I heard that Mo Sheng—" Steve pushed open the door, his voice drifted in first, but he stopped suddenly when he saw the girl lying on the hospital bed, his footsteps were slightly faster and there was a "swipe" slippery, "Oh, my God."

Even if he is Captain America, he can't help sighing that he has been to countless battlefields.

The bloodstains on Mo Sheng's body were not completely wiped off, most of the bloodstains had solidified, removing it with force would only aggravate her wounds, not to mention the wounds all over her body.

Although cleaning the wound is necessary for treatment, it cannot be done if cleaning will cause bad effects.

"How did she come back?" Steve asked after he calmed down, "It looks like this..."

"We don't know." Tony shook his head. "Only Peter talked to the little girl after she came back."

"But she didn't say anything about it," Peter added.

And he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask.

"She probably didn't want to mention it," Natasha continued, "and I don't think we should ask after she wakes up, unless she brings it up."

"Because she is very likely—" Natasha said the reason after everyone else looked at her, "but I want to say it is certain."

"There must be PTSD."

"PTSD..." Tony repeated the word. Among the few people present, no one knew PTSD better than him, and no one knew better than him what it feels like to have PTSD.

I will often fall into hallucinations, thinking that I am still in a dangerous situation, subconsciously fight back, and then wake up, and find that everything is my own fantasy, and I have caused additional damage.

This tends to heighten the guilt in the person with PTSD, which can make the condition worse.

It's hard to cure because it's not a physical disease, it's a mental disease, and when you think about it, who can ever get rid of the effects of a bad situation?

No, not a single person.

Even if it looks like it's getting rid of it, it will fall into it when it encounters a similar scene, and this kind of outbreak that doesn't usually occur will become more intense after a sudden outbreak.

Also, it was mentioned earlier that a person with PTSD will subconsciously make counterattack behaviors in reality after encountering enemies in fantasy.

If this person is an ordinary person, it's okay to take care of it, after all, it won't cause much damage, but what about a person with strong abilities?Powerful enough to do anything?

The answer is self-evident.

And that is something that has always been worried about by caring people.

Tony thought very far. He thought that among the few people present, only Natasha could vaguely guess what he was thinking at the moment.

This problem will have to be faced sooner or later, and no matter how they try to prevent it, they must also admit that there is no answer to the problem except that the little girl comes out by herself.

Steve came down later because he was resting upstairs, and he, too, hadn’t had a good rest for a long time, and was either running around on the way to tasks or checking various information every day.

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