Chapter 106 58 Dr. Mason Is Not Responsible for Giving Patients Any Life Advice [4150]

Chapter 106 58. Dr. Mason is not responsible for giving patients any life advice-[4150]

With the last experience of using the umbilical cord blood of a unicorn to make an antidote, Mason became obviously much more skilled in using the essence of the Lazarus Pool to make a recovery potion.

These legendary materials have very strong adaptability and can be directly added to the production process of the recovery potion without any additional processing to effectively improve the quality of the finished product.

Of course, this is a very low-end way to use them, but unfortunately Mason doesn't have a high-end way to use them now.

The most complex potion he has at his disposal does not require such high-grade materials.

However, the soaring quality of finished products brought about by successfully processing legendary materials and the super high proficiency rewarded are still very good. The new trait "Luxury Alchemist" transformed when adding Alchemy Level 4 brings an improvement in the quality of creations, allowing Mason to I successfully made my second epic item tonight.

Abyss Restoration Potion

Quality: Epic alchemical creation·Excellent craftsmanship

Effect of the item: Adding the water essence of the Lazarus Pool greatly improves the therapeutic effect of the potion, which can cure all injuries below [near death], but the dark power of the water essence will also affect the mind of the person who takes it.

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item description: If the Three Palace Demon knew that you wasted its precious diluted blood like this, it would definitely send its fragrant and soft daughter to crush you to death.

Successfully complete an epic quality and excellent craftsmanship alchemical item production, successfully complete a legendary material fusion, and increase the alchemy skill proficiency by X300.

"Ding"

Mason stretched out his fingers and flicked the small bottle of green recovery potion in front of him. He handed it to Charles beside him and motioned for him to drink it for Jason Todd.

"Don't forget to tie him up in advance. That guy won't give in so easily."

While the young man was packing up the crucible and distillation tube to prepare the next potion, he told his younger brother:

"You have to use ruthless tactics to deal with such a stubborn donkey! Take him with you tomorrow night, let him see the existence of other worlds with his own eyes, and then ask Zha Kang to get him a blood contract or something."

"I don't think it's safe yet."

The kite man tossed the potion in his hand up and down and said in a sinister tone:

"How about letting John put a curse on him! Hasn't he always boasted that his curse can completely control the mind?"

"Isn't this a bit much?"

Mason said in a playful tone:

"Will it make him think we are bad people?"

"We are planning to rob a doomsday world and kill so many prisoners with zombie viruses, boss!"

The kite man curled his lips and said:

"Do you still think we are good people? Once these crimes are exposed, Batboy will definitely throw you and us into the VIP cell of Arkham with his own hands."

"Yeah, that's true."

Mason nodded with deep understanding and waved his hand for Charles to do the work.

He continued to immerse himself in processing the materials in front of him. There were still 5 hours before dawn, and he had plenty of time.

However, this was Mason's first time making a potion like the Bone Spirit, which was considered quite advanced at Hogwarts, so he specifically asked Grayson to buy a few more ingredients for backup.

"I've drank this stuff before."

When Mason had processed as many as a dozen materials using enchanting techniques and started brewing medicine according to the records in the Potions Encyclopedia, the Kite Man also walked over.

He glanced at the book, shrank his head, and suggested to Mason:

"I drank this when you were operating on me to remove a bomb in the ruins of Hogwarts. Oh my god, it felt so uncomfortable as if my throat and stomach were being burned.

If you plan to give this to Miss Barbara, I think you should find a way to reduce its side effects.

The pain was unforgettable. "

"Isn't this just right?"

Mason took a dropper and dropped three drops of the purple drug extract into the crucible.

Amidst the explosion of black sparks and smoke, he slowly stirred the already quite viscous liquid in the crucible and whispered:

"Barbara has done something wrong, and this is when she blames herself so much that she wants to kill herself. She needs this unforgettable pain as a punishment for herself.

I don't understand psychology.

But I know that sensual pain is not a bad thing for her at this time.

Charles, do you think Team K still needs a logistics member who specializes in electronic countermeasures, information reconnaissance and collection, and hacking technology?

Don't you think Barbara Gordon would be a good fit? "

The young man narrowed his eyes and said:

"And she was once a Batgirl trained by Batman himself. Once her paralysis is cured, she won't need us to protect her at all.

When necessary, you can even charge into battle with Jason. This kind of perfect all-rounder is the talent we need most now.

Actually, after thinking about it, it is enough for Team K to expand to its current size.

There is no need for us to recruit more main players.

Leave those talented people from across the Caribbean world to John and you, treating them as followers rather than combatants.

After all, the resources we have available are limited.

We don’t have that much energy to train more people at the same time, what do you think? "

"Well, boss, your ideas are always so great. I have nothing to add."

The kite man said with a look of approval:

"But a few days after returning from the Caribbean World, there will be a trade fair of the Association of Stars. Didn't Mr. Hunter tell us to attend?

Should we tidy up the things we don’t need at the moment and take them out in exchange for some useful gadgets when the time comes? "

"The past few days have been so exciting that I almost forgot about this."

Mason rubbed his chin, glanced around, and said:

"Just take the opportunity to tidy up this place. Look at this mess! I will make some time in a few days to take to the fair and see if I can deceive some fools."

"Boss, are you really okay with what you said so bluntly?"

Kite Man reminds:

"I understand the truth, but this kind of thing should be more subtle, right?"

"Sweep your land!"

Mason put a magic broom brought back from Hogwarts into the hands of the Kite Man, drove him away from his cauldron and began to continue his obsession with alchemy.

That was until the next morning at dawn, when Mason yawned and crawled out of his suitcase.

In his hand, he held the penguin umbrella that had been completely renovated for the second time. The umbrella was still made of black double-layered bulletproof material and looked very high-quality.

Under the wide umbrella is a lightning scepter spray-painted in a matte color. It is two circles thicker than an ordinary umbrella pole, but this umbrella is overall larger, so it does not look bloated and obtrusive.

The original curved umbrella handle has been replaced with a black ghost sword handle.

The magic straight-edged sword named "Devil's Head" can be pulled out from the umbrella body by just pulling the spring. The exquisite mechanism box on the top has been almost completely modified by Mason, and all useless functions have been removed.

Only the nozzle and gas tank of the fear gas are retained, the EMP emission function of the intracranial disruptor, and the poisonous fighting spearhead made of the spider legs of the Acromantula that can be popped out by twisting the umbrella handle.

There is also a hidden switch in front of the handle of this greatly changed penguin umbrella, which was the last small change that Mason completed just an hour ago.

That will be a "surprise" he hides for a friend he doesn't know yet but will definitely meet in the future.

From Mason's perspective, the Penguin Umbrella still has room for improvement, but there is not much room for improvement in terms of design ideas.

The next thing to do is to find better materials to make a main body for it to improve the quality of this weapon in its "regular form".

Mason really hopes that he can finally own a penguin umbrella of legendary quality.

But that is destined to be a very distant time in the future.

He stood by the suitcase, stretching his body while taking out a bottle of refreshing potion and drinking it, so that his face full of fairy spirit quickly returned to an energetic posture.

But Mason frowned.

He could clearly feel that after the vitality potion, the effect of the refreshing potion began to decrease.

The production and search for more advanced energy supplements seems to have to be put on the agenda.

He thought so and turned his head habitually.

Oh, what a guy!

On the bed that I had never slept on since I bought it, there were two beautiful girls sleeping together, hugging each other. The relationship between Dr. Harley and Poison Ivy Ivy was really good.

They are almost like inseparable besties.

With such emotion, Mason withdrew his eyes from the white and green bed, picked up his suitcase and left the shop. It was still dawn, and there were still two hours before going to work.

He released the Kite Man and asked him to call his friends to prepare for the world crossing tonight.

Mason himself carried his suitcase and got on his beloved flying scooter, speeding towards the Gordon House as the morning light began to rise in the gloomy Gotham.

As a result, as soon as he fell from the sky and parked his blue motorcycle in the yard in front of Gordon's house, he looked up and saw a haggard-looking Commissioner Gordon walking out of the house carrying two large garbage bags.

This old man looked as if he hadn't slept for several days, and his dark circles under his eyes made him look many years older.

Mason took off his riding helmet and hung it on the handle, took out the key and helped Gordon share a bag of garbage, and said to the silent director:

"She still won't come out?"

"Um."

The old man sighed and said:

"It was very similar to the period after she was shot by the clown. She locked herself in the house and didn't talk to anyone. I thought the disaster was over.

But in the end, I was the only one who felt that the dark times were over, and everyone else was stuck in the past.

I was so slow, Mason, I almost lost her, I almost lost my daughter.

the second time."

"Leave it to me, Gordon. I brought her a gift."

Mason patted his suitcase and said:

"If you don't mind leaving your daughter and me here, why not go to work. Gotham has just suffered chaos. In this situation, as the police chief, you will cause a lot of trouble if you are not on duty.

If you can, please ask Dr. Leslie for two days off for me, okay?

I'm afraid that if I ask for leave again, she will really fire me. "

"What do I have to worry about? It was you who saved Barbara and this city."

Gordon tried his best to smile, held a cigarette in his mouth and stretched his shoulders. He walked to his car and turned back very seriously, even with a hint of prayer, and said to Mason:

"Please, Mason."

"Well, leave it to me."

Watching Gordon, his nominal guardian, get into the car and leave, Mason stretched his neck and turned around to enter the house. He walked to Barbara's door and knocked on the door in a gentlemanly manner, saying:

"Barbara, it's me. I'm here to see you. Can I come in?"

No one answered him.

The room was dead silent as if there was no one there.

The young man shrugged and took out a strange-looking "dwarf army knife" from his arms.

This thing is one of the tools of engineering.

It is similar to the positioning of wrenches and pliers. Its appearance is not much different from that of ordinary Swiss Army knives, but it is an item used by engineers to mark their professionalism.

This thing can hold up to seventeen kinds of tools in it. The more it holds, the more professional the engineer who made it is.

Mason flicked it casually.

A delicate lock pick popped out of the army knife, and he opened the door in no time.

What came into view was Barbara sitting in a wheelchair, with her hair disheveled and staying in the dim room, with a blank and numb expression, as if she no longer cared about anything in the outside world.

"Many people have asked me to come and see you. Well, you know who those people are even if I don't tell you."

Mason opened the suitcase beside him, took out the black liquid bone spirit, shook it in his hand, let it rise a layer of gray foam, and then pulled the stopper.

He took a water cup and poured one-third of it into it, and put some lemon juice in the cup to cover up the unpleasant bitter taste.

The young man walked to Barbara with the water cup.

He looked down at the once gentle and sunny girl in the wheelchair and said:

"They prepared a lot of heartwarming words for me, trying to get me to come here to awaken the truth, goodness and beauty in your heart, but I didn't even look at them and used those clichés as fuel for the alchemical crucible.

I'm not here to persuade you to forget the past, Barbara.

My purpose here is very pure.

I just come to give you something you shouldn't lose. Be good, this thing will be a little bitter and a little painful when you drink it. According to the personal description of those who have drunk it, it tastes terrible.

Just like a fucked up life."

He reached out and held Barbara's chin, lifted her thin and gray face, and looked at the pair of lifeless and evasive eyes.

Mason smiled and brought the cup of water to the mouth of Barbara, his nominal adopted sister.

"I know your birthday is coming soon, so happy birthday, Barbara."

The first wisp of lemony and very bitter liquid was sent into her mouth, and the burning feeling rose in her throat like swallowing a piece of carbon.

Barbara instinctively began to struggle, but Mason's movements did not change at all.

He just held Barbara's mouth, and the strength strengthened by the unicorn blood made his fingers like iron clamps, and the girl, who had not eaten for a few days and was very weak, could not break free.

More liquid was injected into Barbara's mouth, and her teeth were forced to close, forcing her not to spit it out, so she could only swallow the burning carbon-like stuff.

Wherever the bone spirit went, whether it was the throat, stomach, or the burning pain that began to spread to the spine and lower limbs after the drug took effect, the girl in the wheelchair was in so much pain that she couldn't help herself.

She was stuck in her throat as if she had drunk poison.

In the awkward struggle, as Mason let go and took another step back, she fell to the ground and curled up like a painful caterpillar.

Mason squatted down to observe Barbara's condition.

He said:

"This is something good for you, even though it doesn't taste friendly. Just like the nightmare days you just experienced. Everything has two sides, and there is no such thing as only bad things in this world.

The pain and resentment hidden deep in your heart have been released.

Maybe you don't believe it, but no one really blames you.

Only you are punishing yourself with your mistakes.

This is your choice, and others have no right to say anything. Even Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne can't stop you from continuing to be silent.

I'm just a doctor, Barbara.

I only give you medicine that can make you better, and I'm not responsible for providing any life advice."

The young man took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on Barbara's forehead due to pain. Even in this situation, the former Batgirl still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Mason was silent for more than ten seconds, and said:

"But I can give you a choice.

If you want to temporarily escape from this life that makes you feel at a loss and see the world that belongs to me and my friends, if you want to take a trip that will not be found by anyone until you really figure out how to live the rest of your life.

Ten o'clock tonight, Iceberg Bar.

I will only wait for you for fifteen minutes."

After that, Mason stood up, picked up his suitcase and turned to leave, but his trouser leg was pulled as soon as he took a step.

The young man looked back.

Barbara on the ground grabbed his trouser legs and said hoarsely:

"No need to wait until night, take me away now, Mason, this city is driving me crazy."

"Okay."

Mason shrugged and said to Barbara on the ground:

"Then stand up."

"I can't, I..."

"I say! Stand up!"

Mason emphasized in a cold voice:

"The medicine can cure you, but only if you are willing to get better! If you can't walk over by yourself, then I can only say goodbye to you in advance, Barbara Gordon, this is your 'team entry test'.

Remember!

Walk to the Iceberg Bar by yourself before 10 o'clock tonight.

Rehabilitation patients must exercise more.

It's good for the body."