Chapter 41 41 Slacking Off? Slacking Off! I’ll Fuck You.

Chapter 41 41. Fishing? Touch your ass! I'm so fucked

Dr. Leslie's clinic was bustling with activity.

The gun battle three blocks away seemed to be getting worse, and wounded people were being brought in one after another.

In addition to the homeless people who had no way out, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected. Even the seriously injured young man on both sides of the gunfight was sent over in the end.

When Nightwing introduced this clinic to Mason before, he said it was a "truce zone" for nearby gang wars.

When Mason saw the truth today, it was indeed extraordinary.

Don't worry about how passionately the two groups were exchanging blows outside. Once inside the clinic, even the most ferocious guy in sunglasses put away his gun obediently.

The two groups of people boarded the elevator glaring at each other, and there was always the risk of fistfights in that posture, but there was no incident all the way to the ward.

Of course, placing the two groups separately is obviously the best option.

The nurses in the clinic have also seen a lot of "battle-hardened" situations. The hot-tempered young nurses are not used to these guys and scold them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

From this small detail, we can see that the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins has a "powerful" invisible status in the nearby neighborhood.

Of course, all this currently has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is busy bandaging the bleeding of patients with minor injuries who do not need to enter the emergency room. He quickly completes the bandaging again and again, which is a reminder that his first aid skills are constantly improving. It’s almost catching up with the speed of refreshing the screen.

This made Mason confident that he had found a job that was best for him while he was focused.

"The bandaging is over, let's go to the infusion, next!"

Mason, who was wearing a nurse's uniform, a mask and a hood, and took off his medical gloves, gave instructions to the patient in front of him, and said it expressionlessly.

Next to him, the little nurse Wendy, whose mouth was slightly open and already a little stunned, was awakened and quickly glanced back.

"Mason, no more."

Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:

"The remaining patients are all going to the emergency room with more serious injuries. You should probably take a break."

"Huh? No more? So soon?"

Mason glanced back.

Sure enough, the bustling and wailing crowd had almost dispersed, which disappointed the young man who was content with his continuous breakthroughs in first aid skills.

He even complained about both sides in the gunfight, complaining in a very dark mind about why they didn't fight harder?

Is it because there are not enough bullets or not enough manpower?

If you don’t have enough, go to the Minion Union to recruit! If you want to become bigger and stronger, don’t you need to invest?

"never mind."

He said in his mind as he took off his mask and hood.

It's already very good to be able to do this on the first day of work.

Although there is no progress bar reminder for the promotion of first aid skills, Mason is sure that if there are so many "practice" opportunities every day, he is sure to break through to Lv2 within a week.

On the way back to the nurse's station, Mason checked the first aid tips for the past hour. Most of them were rapid first aid bandaging with normal proficiency improvement, and about one-fifth of them were excellent and quick bandaging.

As for the outstanding craftsmanship that can bring about a tenfold increase in proficiency, it has never appeared once.

This made the young man sum up today's performance in his mind. He was still a little uncomfortable and a little nervous, which affected his performance and missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.

To sum up, you still need to practice basic skills!

When you can do most of the workmanship, it is excellent workmanship, and when you can achieve moderately perfect workmanship, the skill of first aid bandaging is considered to be practiced well.

This is not to say that Mason is being picky, the main thing is that the situation is indeed serious now.

The skill branches provided by the character card include alchemy, engineering, blacksmithing, tailoring/leatherworking, first aid, enchantment, inscription, jewelry processing, first aid, and dual collection.

There are also optional interest branches such as cooking, fishing, and archeology. The categories include almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person can come into contact with in a lifetime.

If all the exercises were done step by step, Mason would not be able to achieve the goal of being a "full-time master craftsman" even if he rubbed his hands into sparks 24 hours a day.

The only possible way to comprehensively improve is to increase the "quality rate" as much as possible within the limited number of exercises.

Relying on the leap-forward improvement of five times or ten times bonus proficiency, he can make full use of every minute he has.

Young people are reviewing themselves for not being diligent enough.

But in the eyes of the little nurse Wendy who had been watching him secretly next to her, this handsome black-haired sunny boy, who was actually three years younger than her, already belonged to the kind of "hidden" image of an "outside the world".

She had been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she had never seen anyone move as efficiently as Mason. From the moment he entered the ward, Mason had been standing in front of the treatment table, barely moving for an hour.

No matter where the patient's wound is or what the patient's identity is, Mason is busy like a sophisticated "emergency machine."

Very little was said during the process except for necessary inquiries.

He cooperated with another doctor and focused on the process of constant cleaning and bandaging after simple operations. From the perspective of Wendy, who was responsible for helping, Mason even enjoyed this process and was quite happy with it.

"Are you really not a medical student?"

Seeing Mason returning to the nurse station and sorting out the patient's treatment without saying a word, the nurse finally couldn't help but ask:

"Your bandaging skills are almost as good as Dr. Leslie's, but doctors have been doing this for their whole lives. Are you really only 17 years old?"

"Well, I've practiced before."

Mason turned his head and showed a gentle smile, and said to Wendy:

"Maybe I am more talented?"

"This is not something that can be explained by talent!"

The little nurse smiled when she saw Mason's smile. In the past, she, the newcomer with the least experience, would be busy to death when encountering such things, but today, with the sudden emergence of Mason, the "bandaging expert", Wendy almost watched the whole process. Except for handing over the tools, the little nurse did not do anything.

This made her feel a little embarrassed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said to the young man shyly:

"I didn't help at all. How about I treat you to lunch at noon?"

This was a hint.

But Mason didn't seem to understand the little nurse's meaning at all. When he heard the word "dinner", he suddenly raised his head and looked at the time.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot about it."

Mason patted his forehead, smiled at Wendy, and said:

"I'll treat you to dinner. When they come to change shifts, we'll go to the staff cafeteria."

"Why go there?"

The young nurse immediately pursed her lips and complained in a low voice:

"Although it's free, it really tastes like pig food."

"So I came."

When he saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, Mason took off his nurse uniform and hung it on the wall, and went back to the lounge to take out another set of clothes.

Under the surprised gaze of the young nurse Wendy, the young man who changed into a chef's uniform hummed a song and took her to the staff cafeteria on the first floor.

"I am the newly hired chef of Dr. Leslie. I am in charge here today."

He pushed open the door of the back kitchen and shouted to a middle-aged bald man who was dozing inside. The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to refute a few words to swear his ownership of the kitchen.

But young people who are eager to break through cooking skills don't care about you?

He took over the small kitchen, and then washed and cut vegetables, poured oil and shoveled in a very professional manner.

Although he had not been specially trained in the Bruschet Professional College, which gourmet soul from the country of foodies could not come up with one or two special dishes when necessary?

Wendy outside the kitchen was stunned.

She really couldn't combine the young man waving the shovel in front of her with the image of the cold-faced and fast first aid just now.

But the fact is that an hour later, when Dr. Leslie, who had just finished the last emergency operation, came to the cafeteria with his assistant, he saw a group of nurses chattering about how great the new chef was today, how handsome his skill of flipping the spoon was, etc.

Then, Dr. Leslie, with a twitching eye, saw Mason handing a large plate of fragrant four-happiness meatballs to Wendy, who then sent it to the table.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The cold-faced doctor went crazy!

She screamed through the kitchen's serving window:

"Mason! What are you doing in there? Where's my old chef?"

"Oh, he tasted my food, his confidence was hit and he resigned on his own initiative."

The young man pushed his chef's hat, spread his hands and said:

"Don't worry, doctor, that guy didn't ask for severance pay, because I recommended him to a newly opened bar as a side dish chef, where he can earn five times the salary here.

Before he left, he thanked me and insisted on buying me a drink.

By the way, what would you like to eat?

There is no menu now, I can only make it with what I have in the kitchen. Would you like a bowl of thick soup?"

Dr. Leslie was choked and couldn't speak for a long time.

Looking back at the nurses who were happily eating exotic dishes, the blessing of delicious food seemed to have eliminated a lot of fatigue in the morning.

The cold-faced lady was silent for a full minute before she pointed at Mason fiercely and gritted her teeth and said:

"I won't pay you double salary!"

"I didn't ask for it either."

The young man glanced at the cooking skills that had broken through to Lv1 in the light screen in front of him, and thought that the best reward you gave me had been received.

In addition to skill proficiency and dish craftsmanship, the improvement of this interest branch seems to be related to the number of diners. With the support of more than a dozen doctors and nurses, Mason completed the Lv1 breakthrough in one meal.

Dr. Leslie got an excellent assistant nurse and a promising young chef today.

She may make a lot of money, but Mason will definitely not lose.

"Doctor, I have an idea. Let's let the patients eat here too."

During the break, Mason said to Dr. Leslie who was enjoying seafood soup:

"I can learn the techniques of nutritious meals myself, but if I do that, I may have to leave work earlier than other nurses before mealtime.

But don't worry, I can make up for it after they leave work.

As long as I leave work before 10 pm, I can accept it."

Dr. Leslie was silent again.

Her hand holding the soup spoon was shaking a little.

She has been a doctor for half her life and has worked in a large hospital. She has also been to Africa, South America and other places to support medical care for many years. Finally, she returned to Gotham to open a charity clinic.

Even though she has such rich experience, it is the first time that the doctor has seen a young employee like Mason who takes the initiative to open a book and rolls to such an amazing degree.

But the problem is that you don't do this to make money. What are you trying to do?

After a few seconds, she seemed to think of a reason, sighed, and said to Mason in a low and serious voice:

"Tell me the truth, did Gordon send you here? Tell him for me that I have no plans to remarry in the rest of my life! Don't use this method to please me!

That's enough!

That seemingly honest man really has too many tricks up his sleeve. "

"Well, it's hard for me to explain, but it's not what you think."

Mason shrugged, took a few mouthfuls of fried rice and looked at the time, and said:

"I'll do the rounds in the wards and change dressings for patients in the afternoon, and let my colleagues have a good rest. They were too tired in the morning."

After saying that, he didn't give Dr. Leslie time to refuse. He went back to the kitchen and took off his chef's uniform. He then went back to the second floor talking and laughing with the nurse sisters who were generally five, six or even ten years older than him.

The cold-faced lady was sitting in the cafeteria. Gritting her teeth, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number that she had not saved but had always remembered. The moment the communication was connected, she shouted over there:

"Gordon! You are so despicable, an old man who takes advantage of young people! I'm warning you! Don't appear in front of me in the future!"

"Dudududu"

In the office of the Gotham Police Chief, Chief Gordon, an old man who was eating takeout, stared at the communication in his hand in shock. He had no idea what was going on.

I don’t know why Leslie is so angry suddenly?

"This woman is crazy!"

The director complained.

He put down his cell phone with the screen saver showing travel photos taken when he and Leslie were in love when he was young. The matter in Blackgate Prison was not over yet. The Director was very busy these days.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, after inspecting the ward and completing the last patient dressing change and bandaging, Mason moved his shoulders, completed the handover with the night shift nurse sister, and then clocked out.

He put his clothes back on and walked out of the clinic, mentally calculating what he would gain from working today.

I completed almost 70 bandages, cooked two meals, gained acceptance and love from a group of sisters, and improved my first aid skills and cooking skills.

“What a fruitful day!”

Mason came to the street with his suitcase, thinking that if he practiced so intensely every day, he might be able to achieve a breakthrough in first aid within three days?

"Then go back and prepare to start the all-night attack on alchemy, and try to get it to Lv2 within a week!"

The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket again. There were also several potions with unknown effects that he had accidentally obtained during his previous attempts at alchemy.

As he walked on the street, he frequently looked at the homeless people on the roadside, wondering whether he was looking for a few "voluntary drug testers" here.

By the way, even if Hobo disappears suddenly, no one will care, right?

But it would be difficult to explain if this was discovered by someone from the Bat Family.

Mason suppressed his dark thoughts and hailed a taxi to go back to the Glacier Bar. On the way, he kept thinking about the problem. He felt that he had to find a voluntary participant who was trustworthy and preferably had some professional knowledge and could summarize it by himself. An assistant who records the effects of potions.

But think about it and know that such people are difficult to find.

As the taxi entered the street commonly known as "Glacier Avenue", gunshots and even sporadic explosions were heard from far ahead.

Mason's ears moved and he immediately recognized that it was a flight engineering bomb made by himself.

It seems that the "war situation" is fierce here tonight.

The driver refused to go any further and dropped Mason nearly a kilometer away from the Iceberg Bar.

Although Gotham is a real "Sin City", there are still more ordinary people in this city.

The young man sighed, took out his cell phone, dialed Kite Man's number, and scolded:

"Are you crazy? Throw bombs in the street! Where is the flare gun I gave you? We are clean now, do you understand? Let's find 'professionals' to handle this kind of thing!"

"Sorry, boss, I'm used to it. I'll take care of it now. Don't worry, the Falcone family's minions have all been killed and they are running away.

The guy we hired this time is very capable, and you really get what you pay for! "

The Kite Man responded hurriedly, and Mason suddenly thought of something. He asked:

"How many people were injured on the other side?"

"About a dozen. Do you want to refill? Boss."

Charles said:

"We have contacted the cement tankers at the dock. They are all professionals in this field. It only takes a few dozen minutes to handle the matter without leaving any hidden dangers."

"That's a life! You cold-blooded guy!"

Mason was shocked by his younger brother's disregard for human life. He scolded:

"This is such a good drug sample and you know it is delivered to your door. Quickly carry the injured poor people into the bar. I will bandage their wounds myself."

Well, I am really grateful for the gift of nature. "

PS:

Thanks to the two brothers "Midsummer's Insolence" and "Anlos" for their rewards, the additional chapter will be added on the day it is released ~ I won't forget it!