America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Then I'm going to sleep." Li Qun raised his hand, and the portal to the bedroom slowly opened.

“Liqun, you have to come with me to see Mrs. Chen tomorrow,” Dr. Banner said.

"I thought you could handle this by yourself, Dr. Banner."

"How about we invite Dad too?" Li Qun asked.

"That's not necessary."

……

……

Even through the door, Liqun could smell the strong aroma of traditional Chinese medicine emanating from Mrs. Chen's house.

The smell of Chinese medicine wafted from the crack in the door all the way into the laundry shop next door.

Several months passed, and Mrs. Chen looked much more haggard, her face as pale as paper.

She sat in a wheelchair, wearing several layers of clothing, with a blanket covering her legs, and her eyes were closed as if she were asleep.

Dr. Banner gestured to Li Qun, telling him not to knock.

Dr. Banner beckoned to the door, and the lock opened by itself. The two entered the room, and the door closed gently behind them.

Mrs. Chen opened her eyes and could feel someone standing in front of her.

"Is my time up?" Mrs. Chen asked slowly.

Li Qun picked up the medicine that Mrs. Chen had used on the table; she had already taken a strong painkiller.

“It’s not the right time yet,” Dr. Banner said to Mrs. Chen.

“Ms. Chen Xiulian, do you want to live? Yes or no?” Dr. Banner asked.

"Yes..."

"it is good."

"How did you get in? Did I open the door for you?" Mrs. Chen asked suspiciously.

"Do not."

"Liqun, Joe must have given you the key."

“Aunt Chen, this is Dr. Banner. He is a scientist and he has a drug to treat cancer,” Li Qun introduced.

"Does he want me to be a test subject for his drug?" Mrs. Chen asked, looking at Li Qun.

“Yes,” Li Qun replied.

"How much money?" Mrs. Chen turned to Dr. Banner and asked.

“I can heal you,” Dr. Banner said.

"No money, no discussion," Mrs. Chen said, closing her eyes.

"How about we make a bet? If I can't cure you, I'll give you $100,000. If I do, all I need is for you to cooperate and provide me with experimental data," Dr. Banner said.

"Write an IOU first..."

“I’ll write you a check.” Dr. Banner took out his checkbook and wrote a check for $100,000.

“That works too.” Mrs. Chen put the check away.

"Now let's go try the drug," Mrs. Chen urged.

"Also, don't tell Joe," Mrs. Chen said, turning to Li Qun.

"Let's go this way..."

Dr. Banner opened the portal.

“Don’t tell your son Joe either,” Dr. Banner said to Mrs. Chen.

"It's a hallucination, right?" Mrs. Chen turned to look at Li Qun with a blank expression.

"I'll help you push it through." Li Qun pushed the wheelchair and pushed Mrs. Chen into the teleportation portal.

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Chen arrived at Dr. Banner's laboratory from her home.

Li Qun pushed the wheelchair next to the nebulizer, and Dr. Banner took out the green special medicine from the refrigerator.

"You may feel uncomfortable and unable to breathe, which are normal reactions, so don't be afraid."

Dr. Banner knelt down beside Mrs. Chen and patiently explained the pre-treatment procedures to her.

"Do I need anesthesia? I'm a little scared," Mrs. Chen said.

"Ms. Chen, I need to perform a full-body scan on you, and then I need to draw some blood from you."

"bring it on."

After a full-body radiation scan, Mrs. Chen extended her arm for Dr. Banner to draw blood. Her arm was covered with numerous needle marks, traces left by the use of strong painkillers.

After the blood sample was drawn, Mrs. Chen was equipped with various physiological monitoring devices, including a heart rate monitor, pulse oximeter, blood pressure monitor, and EEG monitor.

"I need to use the restroom."

With just one sentence from Mrs. Chen, Li Qun and Dr. Banner removed all the monitoring devices from Mrs. Chen's body.

"Can I lie down?"

"Row."

Mrs. Chen finally put on the breathing mask.

The green mist entered her lungs with each breath, and Walter White's special medicine quickly took effect in her body.

"I can't breathe!"

"You're breathing!! This is your imagination!"

"Take it down right now!"

"The treatment isn't over yet! Hang in there a little longer!" Dr. Banner shouted.

Chapter 327 Dr. Banner

"Osborn is researching super soldiers, while we are researching super moms."

"Watch your words, Wade."

“I was just trying to lighten the mood; you guys are all too serious,” Wade said.

Ms. Chen Xiulian had already fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

Previously, due to fear, Mrs. Chen had tried to remove her breathing mask several times, so Dr. Banner had to temporarily give her some sleep aid medication.

Mrs. Chen is sleeping soundly now; even Li Qun and Wade's loud conversation beside her couldn't wake her.

"Alright, the examination is all done. It's time to send her home," Dr. Banner said as he came out.

"Is that all?" Wade turned to look at Dr. Banner.

"It's not over yet."

“I will continue to monitor her physical condition,” Dr. Banner said.

"A miracle worker, Dr. Banner," Li Qun said to Dr. Banner.

Mrs. Chen's complexion improved significantly; her originally pale face gradually regained color after the atomization treatment ended.

"Let's go."

Dr. Banner opened a portal and, together with Li Qun, escorted Mrs. Chen back home.

No one noticed that Mrs. Chen had gone out.

Mrs. Chen fell asleep in her wheelchair. Dr. Banner had a very precise control over the dosage of the sleep aid, and she woke up half an hour after returning home.

"Um……"

Mrs. Chen felt a bit of a headache; she seemed to have had a dream.

In this dream, she dreamt that she was kidnapped by an evil scientist, and Li Qun was this evil scientist's intern assistant. The evil scientist forcibly treated her cancer, and she fiercely resisted.

Mrs. Chen felt a little hot, but she usually felt cold. Was it the influence of her dream?

Mrs. Chen glanced at the clock on the wall; it was time for her to take her medicine.

She looked down at the table, and all the medicine bottles had disappeared.

Mrs. Chen was taking both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. To prevent these medications from interfering with the effectiveness of the cancer treatment, Dr. Banner took all of Mrs. Chen's medications away.

Where is my medicine?

Mrs. Chen stood up from her wheelchair, holding onto the armrest, and searched the house for her medicine.

She only found her father Mr. Chen's sleeping pills and her son Joe's medication for schizophrenia.

Mrs. Chen was completely unaware that her physical strength had recovered considerably.

"Dad, did you hide my medicine?" Mrs. Chen asked Mr. Chen, who was in the laundry shop, as she walked out of the door.

"Your medicine? I haven't touched it. Wasn't it on the table where you could reach it?"

"My medicine is missing. Has Joe come back?"

"No."

"Where's my medicine?" Mrs. Chen muttered to herself, intending to call her son, Qiao, to ask.

"Why are you suddenly so energetic?" Mr. Chen became tense.

"I'll call Qiao." Old Mr. Chen was afraid that his daughter was having a final burst of lucidity before death.

After the old man finished his call with Joe, Joe ran back to the laundromat from the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant within five minutes.

On the phone, Mr. Chen told Qiao that his mother was dying and that he should come back immediately.

"Mom!" Qiao saw her mother burst into tears and hugged her, wailing loudly.

"Dad, what did you and Qiao talk about?" Mrs. Chen immediately realized that the problem lay with her father.

“I told him to come back and see you,” Mr. Chen said calmly.