Chapter 34: Fruit and Milk: Necessities for Visiting the Sick (Ch 837565875)

The next morning, Wayne was practicing the Flowing Rock-Breaking Fist at the door in a depressed mood. Everything on the ground was swept into the trash can while he was moving smoothly.
Yesterday’s electric shock hair follicle therapy was obviously very successful, but it had unexpected side effects. At the end of the treatment, a burning smell came from Black Mask’s head. It turned out that the grown hairs encountered high temperatures, and it was too hot for them to withstand and died collectively.
What’s worse is that the side effects spread throughout his body. An unknown burnt smell also came from Black Mask’s lower body. A lot of curled things fell out of his trouser legs as he shook, making Wayne feel so sick that he spent two hours thoroughly cleaning the laboratory, and then kicked Black Mask back to his special ward.
There is also good news for Roman. After the electric shock treatment of hair follicles, his big head is still black, but another part of his head is white!
It’s a pity that Wayne failed in developing the props, otherwise he could have sold it to Lai Tu and made a windfall.
After the boxing match, he took out the hospital’s advertisement and prepared to put one outside, otherwise all his efforts to get Bruce to sign would be in vain.
Buzz buzz buzz
At this time, Dick’s red modified sports car drove over from a distance, slowed down and stopped at the hospital gate. Today he came to take Wayne to see Barbara for a follow-up visit. He had to wait for Wayne’s attending physician to confirm before he could feel at ease.
After getting off the car, he moved closer out of curiosity. Wayne’s actions of hanging up the slogan were too obvious, and Dick was a little curious about what was written on it.
With his outstanding reading ability, he quickly finished reading the content, and his expression gradually changed from curiosity at the beginning to dumbfoundedness, especially after seeing Bruce’s two signatures on it, he looked even more constipated and confused.
Dick: “…”
“How on earth did you convince Bruce to sign it? This thing looks like something a charlatan would use.” Dick complained speechlessly. It was hard to imagine that Batman, who always had a paralyzed face, would be in cahoots with Wayne.
“Otherwise, guess where Bruce got the information about Damian from.” Wayne’s face was full of pride, thinking back to when Gotham’s Dark Knight signed this thing, his hands were shaking.
“You’re really good at tormenting him. By the way, Bruce has recently started preparing to attack the League of Assassins.” Speaking of Damian, Dick mentioned this to Wayne.
“Wow, that’s pretty fast. I thought they would wait until Barbara recovered before fighting with the Assassin’s League for her. Is there any accident?” Wayne was a little surprised. He didn’t expect that the master loved his son so much that he couldn’t wait to kill her.
“Well, to be honest, Damian’s affairs were accidentally known by Alfu, and Bruce was worried that Alfu would do something stupid, so he had to start the plan ahead of time.”
“As expected, grandfathers always think about having grandchildren. By the way, are you ready to fulfill your duties as the eldest brother?” Wayne touched his chin, anticipating Butler’s actions.
There’s no way around it. After all, he’s the Wayne family’s biological son. It’s normal for the old butler to care so much about him. Maybe instead of letting Bruce become Batman, Alfred would rather let him be a playboy who has affairs everywhere and expand the family.
Among the old Batman’s Robins, perhaps only Dick, the eldest, can be compared with Damian in status.
Someone might ask what about Bruce’s eternal guilt over Jason?
Wayne just wants to say, let the damn old bat add Jason’s portrait to the family portrait first!
“You asked me if I’m ready to fulfill my duties as a big brother? Then I tell you, no, not at all. On the contrary, I’m at a loss right now. When Jason was here, I couldn’t do anything about his temper. Now you say something worse is going to happen… I’m still worried about whether I’ll get my throat cut when I sleep tonight!”
Dick smiled bitterly. He was good at fighting monsters and picking up girls, but he was helpless when asked to take care of children, especially those who killed people without blinking an eye.
“Who knows what will happen in the future? Let’s go see Barbara first.” Wayne clapped his hands, sat in the passenger seat, hacked into the music player, and imported the songs he downloaded yesterday.
“The vast horizon is my love~”
Dick, who had just opened the car door, stumbled and almost fell to the ground when he heard the lyrics. He looked at Wayne speechlessly. You are from an aristocratic family after all. I thought you would play classical music or something, but what is this? A rustic love song?
“Seriously, shouldn’t you bring some mysterious and weird little props?” Dick turned the car key and glanced at Wayne, who was naked. The other party was not wearing a white coat today, and his salty temperament made him completely unlike a miracle doctor.
After a moment of silence, Wayne clapped his fists and said, “You’re right. I almost forgot how can I visit a patient empty-handed? Nephew, don’t go to the hospital first. Let’s go to the best mall in Gotham. Wait for me to bring a box of milk and fruit!”
Hearing this, Dick almost bent the steering wheel: “No… I mean you don’t bring medical equipment for seeing a doctor, at least bring a stethoscope!”
“Why do you need those things? As a ‘friend of women’, these backward and ancient methods have long been eliminated in my hands. My eyes are like X-rays. No matter who the patient is, their condition will be exposed in front of me.”
“Okay, okay, okay, as long as you can see a doctor, anything is fine with you. As long as you are happy.” Dick waved his hand, and the car started quickly and headed towards the hospital… and the Wayne Shopping Mall next to it. He felt that asking Wayne to bring some things at least made it look like he was going to see a doctor.
During the journey, Wayne’s “The Most Dazzling National Style” finished playing, and when the next song started, he continued to hum along.
“I remember those lost in the dark…Keep your eyes on the road ahead…Don’t be drawn into the light or the shadows in your head~”
Looking at the leisurely Wayne, Dick couldn’t help but ask again: “Wayne, how did you do it?”
“What and how did you do that?” Wayne shook his head slightly, feeling like he was back in the days of fighting Osmond Sadler.
“Don’t play dumb, it’s Xiaoba’s surgery. I watched the surveillance video in the Bat Cave.” Dick held the steering wheel with both hands, thinking back to the CT scans taken after she was sent to the hospital. “According to the assessment of the injury by several top doctors, Xiaoba’s spinal cord injury is so severe that it is irreversible.
And you relied on an ordinary first aid kit and a scalpel, and in such a simple environment, you turned her, who was at least paralyzed from the waist down, into a minor injury of excessive blood loss, and after she recovered, it didn’t affect her standing up again at all. It’s simply a medical miracle!”
Wayne smiled, tapped his temple with his index finger, and said mysteriously, “‘Medical miracle’? Minor surgery is nothing to worry about. I’ve said that I’m a friend of women. There is no lady that I can’t cure. Otherwise, do you think I got the name of ‘Strange Doctor’ by cutting hemorrhoids on clowns?”
“If the clown is willing to let you cut off his hemorrhoids, I think there’s nothing wrong with this title.” Dick was embarrassed. The idea of ​​cutting off the clown’s hemorrhoids was really something he didn’t expect.
The sports car sped away, and soon there was no trace of the New Arkham Hospital.
In a single room in Gotham Hospital, Barbara sat on the bed, looking at the rehabilitation training manual with a sad face. It was undoubtedly great news that she didn’t have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, but it was also a torment to slowly go through the rehabilitation period.
“Beautiful librarian, do you need a bottle of fresh milk~”