Chapter 74 26 Weeks Ke'er: Mr. Mason's Medicine Is so Good that I Can't Help but Want to Give Him a Gift [950]

Chapter 74 26. Zhou Keer: Mr. Mason's medicine is so good that I can't help but want to give him a gift——[950]

((Additional chapter for "Midsummer's Insolence"))

Mason stayed up all night again, and in the morning of the next day, he drank a bottle of advanced vitality potion with a fairy face to revive himself instantly. After taking a shower, he rushed to the clinic across the street on time to work.

Of course, he couldn't avoid being scolded by Dr. Leslie.

However, the cold-faced and warm-hearted doctor didn't really kick Mason out of the clinic. After all, it's really hard to find an employee who takes the initiative to do so.

And the doctor also saw the whole process of Mason curing Batman. Although she was not interested in the mysterious alchemy, it was not a bad thing to keep Mason in the clinic.

In case he really encountered a patient who couldn't be cured, the pragmatic Dr. Leslie didn't mind using power other than science to cure the disease and save people.

But today's Gotham is indeed so quiet that it makes people feel a little at a loss.

After taking care of all the dressing and dressing work in the clinic, Mason was actually idle. He sat in the nurse's lounge and looked at the city outside the window in some confusion.

This shouldn't be the case!

It has been two days since Batman was attacked.

Why can those guys who attacked Batman still hold their breath? In this case, shouldn't they immediately start a bloody storm in the city?

"Are you very idle?"

Dr. Leslie, who was wearing emergency clothes and seemed to be going to the operating room, suddenly opened the door and saw Mason who was slacking off. She raised her eyebrows and said:

"Go and clean up and help in the emergency room. A patient who needs surgery has just been sent. Can you suture?"

"I've practiced."

Mason immediately got up and followed.

Thirty minutes later, he and the doctor walked out of the emergency room and were scolded by the doctor:

"Compared to your perfect bandaging skills, your suture skills are as bad as an intern! Come with me and I will only teach you once. If you can't learn it again, I will deduct your salary!"

Mason complained in his heart that although the suture just now did not reach the level of outstanding craftsmanship, it was also an excellent evaluation, and it was impossible to be worse than an intern.

But when the doctor wanted to teach him something, Mason certainly would not refuse.

He followed him and learned for almost an hour, and then went to the kitchen to be a guest chef until the afternoon off work, and the day passed like this.

Mason, who learned a lot of new skills, was in a good mood and kept saying that Dr. Leslie was a good teacher. He left the clinic with a suitcase and crossed the street back to his cabin.

As a result, before he opened the door, a small car stopped behind him with a bang.

"You almost hit me!"

Mason frowned and scolded, but when the car door opened and a blonde girl came out to apologize repeatedly, Mason's anger disappeared.

It's not that he treated her differently.

He had to thank the female driver for not killing him.

"Why is it you?"

The young man opened the shutter of Cooper's shop and looked at Dr. Harley Quinzel in sportswear in front of him in surprise. He said in a strange and somewhat guilty tone:

"Is there something wrong with the medicine? You come to complain to me?"

"No, no! There is no problem!"

Dr. Harley was very excited, and felt that the street was not a place to talk, so she pushed and pulled Mason into the shop and closed the door. Then she said with joy:

"Your medicine is very useful! I tried it on several of my patients last night, except for Mr. J who was very resistant Except for the other patients, the performance of other patients last night was excellent.

But I am in charge of a lot of patients, so the potion has run out and I hurried to come to you to get some more. ”

“Mr. J is very resistant? Joker?”

Mason raised his eyebrows, put the suitcase on the counter and unbuttoned his coat, and asked:

“Why is he resistant? Is it because the potion doesn’t work for him?”

“No, it’s very useful, even too useful.”

Dr. Harley’s face fell and said:

“I gave him a reliever first, and he said that he did feel relieved, but the feeling of peace of mind The feeling made him sick, and then he showed very manic symptoms, so I had to give him two doses of tranquilizer.

It worked very well.

He quickly calmed down.

In fact, even the dean said that he had never seen Mr. J so cooperative. I was observing him last night.

He seemed to be very resistant to the feeling that could make him relax.

He resisted sleeping and asked me to get out of his ward. I had no choice but to use euphoria on him again, trying to make him feel excited and happy.

Then

he hit his head on the toilet and tried to commit suicide. "

At this point, Dr. Harley was very frustrated. She even had red eyes and whispered:

"But I know it's not your medicine, Mason, Mr. J just doesn't like the kind of positive happiness that makes him excited. He is a person who seeks chaos, and things that make ordinary people happy are the most terrible poison to him.

He hates me.

After he failed to commit suicide and was rescued, he asked the dean to change a primary doctor. He yelled at me and said he never wanted to see me, a "witch" again.

Mason, do you think I am really annoying? "

The girl seemed to be hit.

She looked up at Mason pitifully, like a cat asking for a pat. Mason wanted to say something to comfort this poor woman who was abandoned by the clown.

But the next moment, Mason's expression became strange.

Last night, due to the darkness and lighting, he didn't pay much attention to Harley Quinzel's eyes, but it was still dusk, and Mason quickly discovered some strange places under the natural light.

Dr. Harley Quinzel's pupils were obviously abnormally dull, which reminded him of some of the symptoms of "charm" and "hypnosis" he had seen in the potion encyclopedia.

"Come here and sit here!"

Mason pulled a chair over for the female doctor in front of him to sit down. He bent down and looked into her eyes carefully and said:

"Take off your glasses."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

Harley took off her glasses obediently and blinked her beautiful big blue eyes.

Mason could see it more clearly now. The dullness in her pupils formed a sharp and weird contrast with the entire lively expression on her cheeks.

Mason's brows furrowed even more.

After a moment, he reached out and touched the lapel pin on his collar, injecting a little burning magic power into it when his fingers flickered sparks.

"John, can you hear me?"

the young man asked.

"This thing is not for you to communicate across the world!"

After several seconds, Zha Kang's intermittent voice came from it, and he said:

"Keep your tattoos close."

Mason leaned his left arm on his collar, and Constantine's voice suddenly became smoother. He said:

"I'm studying this weird curse thing. It should have more uses, such as long-distance magic communication. Can it trouble me? I'm busy feeding the 'Rainbow Pony' you left here.

If none of you want it, I'll give it to Xiao Zha.

This little bastard just chewed up my magic book! "

"Wow, your lapel pin is talking."

Dr. Harley was startled, and her scream made Zha Kang instantly "energetic". The crooked guy whistled and said:

"Hey, there's a girl next to you, little Mason? It must be almost evening over there, right? This is an ambiguous time, are you in bed?

I didn't disturb you, did I?

Is it because the little bird doesn’t know how to take the next step in contacting me in this case?

It doesn't matter, let Brother John teach you.

First, lick your finger and then put it in."

"Shut up, John!"

Mason scolded, showed an apologetic smile to the red-faced Dr. Harley, and whispered:

"Help me take a look at the situation of the lady in front of me, John. I suspect that she was hypnotized. There are obvious signs of sluggishness in her pupils. But the strange thing is that her actions and thinking are not affected."

"Isn't that weird badge around your neck vibrating?"

Zha Kang asked, but Mason denied it. Then he heard the black magician say impatiently:

"Then it has nothing to do with magic! It should be the spiritual guidance of a skilled hypnotist or the long-term effects of certain drugs that can affect the mind. The most likely reason is that she took too many drugs.

Anyway, give her a pick-me-up!

A strong stimulus at five times the dose should be enough to break this hypnosis.

Don't bother me with these little things next time. Of course, if you have a conscience, remember to open your eyes and let me watch the 'live broadcast' when you are with a girl next time.

That's all.

I only have 98% of my magic power left.

Next chat. "

The eyeballs of the Hell Eye on Mason's collar were strangely closed.

This bizarre scene made Dr. Harley, who was just an ordinary person, widen her eyes. She looked at Mason curiously and wanted to ask. But when he thought that the young man in front of him was an alchemist, everything seemed to make sense.

But Harley disagrees with the idea that she was hypnotized. She put on her gold-rimmed glasses and retorted in a very academic tone:

"I have a doctorate in psychology, Mason. I can confirm whether I was hypnotized or not. Your suspicion is totally unreasonable!"

"Yeah?"

Mason curled his lips, put five bottles of refreshment on the counter with a bang, and said to Harley Zequiel:

"Then drink them all to prove it. I have to make the potion you want now. It will take a few hours. You can help me look after the store.

Don't bother me in the basement. "

After saying that, the young man rolled up his sleeves and walked to the basement with his suitcase and slammed the door.

Dr. Harley, who was left in the store, looked at the five bottles of refreshing potion in front of her. She hesitated, but since she had confirmed that Mason's potion had no side effects last night, she had nothing to do now anyway.

She walked up to the counter and pretended to be the owner of the shop, then unscrewed the gag and took a sip into her mouth.

The Rejuvenating Potion is a potion specially used to boost the spirit. Its effect is simpler but also much stronger than the Rejuvenating Potion. This potion with a strong mint flavor makes Harley Quinzel feel like swallowing it as soon as she takes it. She hit a mental bomb, and the stimulating feeling went straight to the sky, making her shiver several times before she could react.

"Comfortable!"

The female doctor grinned and felt that she was full of energy now, all the fatigue had been swept away, and even her mind seemed to be much clearer.

She glanced at the remaining four bottles of potion again, and then reached for the second bottle.

Three hours later, when Mason walked out of the basement with a small box of potions he had just made, he saw a man lying on a chair behind the counter, staring at the ceiling blankly, even his shoes had been kicked off, and he curled up like It's Harley Quinzel who's "having a bad time".

The five empty bottles of refreshment were thrown at his feet, the exquisite gold-rimmed glasses were also thrown on the counter, and the hair that was originally tied up in a very formal way was loosened and draped on the shoulders.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Mason asked.

Dr. Harley didn't speak but curled up tighter.

After a few seconds, she buried her head in her arms and said:

"I was hypnotized, oh my God. I was hypnotized by Mr. J and I didn't realize that the villain had been tempting me to think in his crazy way.

I'm such a fool for trying to turn me into a lunatic like him.

Ivy kept reminding me, even Clayface reminded me, but I was completely unaware of it.

Almost!

It was just a little bit too close for me to look back.

I simply thought that it was just because I was very tired during this period that I liked to think wildly. I thought that the wild thoughts that occasionally burst out from my heart and wanted to smash something were just because of stress.

No!

no

He is transforming me!

That villain is using his ideas to transform me! "

"But now that you are awake and happy to have escaped the dark prison that a madman set for you, you have truly realized how dangerous your patient is.

Maybe this will make you think more rationally when choosing your career goals in the future. "

Mason shrugged, placed the box full of potions on the table in front of Dr. Harley, and said:

"These potions should be enough for your patients to use for a week. I hope you can help me record the process of their effectiveness and their effectiveness in different conditions.

If you trust me, I will have more magical potions that can be given to your patients in the future. "

"Why are you helping them?"

Dr. Harley's mood was a little unstable at this moment. She opened her red eyes and asked:

"You know they are all serious criminals! They are not good people!"

"I think there's a slight problem with your definition of 'help'. I'm using them for drug experiments now, Harley."

Mason replied quietly.

One sentence stopped all Dr. Harley's questions.

"You are a professional psychiatrist. Zhou Keer cannot hypnotize you with just words. He must have also used some drugs that can interfere with mental thinking."

The young man glanced at Harley Quinzel's current state, rubbed his chin and said:

"I'm very interested in those drugs. Can you allow me to go to your place of work? Maybe you need a personal consultant? The kind who doesn't work but provides medical advice and special treatments."

Harley immediately understood what Mason meant. She rubbed her head and said:

"You're still the first person to take the initiative to work as an assistant at Arkham Asylum, but maybe I do need an alchemist friend to protect me so this shit doesn't happen again.

I will have to deal with Mr. J in the future.

I wouldn't dare go near him again without your help, but Mason, I don't have that much money to pay you. "

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as a charity action."

The young man smiled.

Reaching out to pull up Dr. Harley Quinzel, who might never be "Harley Quinn" again in this life, Harley looked at Mason's sunny and gentle smile and was silent for a moment.

There was a sharp contrast between the young man in front of her, who was ten years younger than her, and Mr. J, who was baring his teeth like a devil and laughing sinisterly in her heart.

She whispered thank you and went to the bathroom to clean her face.

A few minutes later, the two of them took Harley's car and rushed to the outskirts of the city. The world-famous lunatic asylum was on the outskirts. When they arrived at this gloomy place, Mason got out of the car and called Kite Man.

"No wait, we will meet at midnight tonight when I get back from my work."

Mason complained on the phone:

"Those bastards who attacked Batman couldn't wait and waited. Seeing that Batman was about to recover but didn't show up yet, they probably wanted to avoid this act of destruction.

There is no hope of waiting for those losers from the League of Assassins to stir up chaos so that we can fish in troubled waters.

Let's do it tonight!

Go to Wayne Industries' medical warehouse and steal the vaccine. Catwoman will stabilize Batman on his side and create enough time and opportunities for us. "

"Okay, boss, I'll prepare now."

The kite man replied confidently, and then asked:

"But you seem to be very busy now? Where are you, boss? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"I was sightseeing in Arkham Asylum."

Mason followed Dr. Harley into the dark building in front of him and said:

"I feel very accomplished just after retrieving a lost soul from Mr. Zhou Ke'er. I am now planning to have a chat with your former boss.

Charles, do you want me to bring him a message for you? "

"Let that psychopath die."

The kite man said with disgust:

"I don't want to have anything to do with him in my life. Boss, please be careful. Zhou Ke'er is a real lunatic. If he smiles at you, it means he is going to do bad things to you.

Don't talk to him again, give him a shot immediately!

Don't miss it.

Trust me, the whole world will thank you for it. "