Masked Rider from Marvel World

"Ahem! Let's go in and take a look first!" said Steve.

As soon as she finished speaking, Natasha rushed in first, followed by Steve and Thor.

"This situation makes me feel like a family member outside the emergency room." Stark said, then he turned his gaze to Banner and asked excitedly, "Are you sure his medical skills are really good?"

"I'm sure, at least among all the doctors I've seen, no one can reach his level." Banner said with certainty.

“So it’s true!

He once said that he could help me remove the shrapnel in my chest, but I thought it was a joke and didn't take it seriously.

But now it seems that I really need to talk to him.”

"Those shrapnel? You have to think carefully. Any mistake may put your life in danger." Banner said with a solemn expression.

"I know this, but these shrapnel are threatening my life all the time, like a time bomb.

If he really has this ability, I can give it a try, otherwise do you really think it's comfortable to bury a reactor in your chest?"

“I understand that, but I think it would be better for you to ask Ling Ge first.

At least we need to know the success rate first!" Banner said.

“That’s true, but if it can exceed 50%, it’s worth a try.

After all, according to you, even if he fails, he can still save my life."

Banner took a deep breath and said, "I've given you all the advice you need, but if you really want to go your own way, I suggest you leave a will or something."

"Do you really want me to die? Banner, I misjudged you."

"It's not that I want you to die, but the risk of this operation is extremely high.

That's not just one shrapnel, it's many, many, do you understand?

Some are big, some are small. The big ones are easy to take out, but I don’t need to tell you how difficult it is to take out the small ones!" Banner almost yelled, and the color of his body tended to turn green.

"Well, I'll consider it carefully." Seeing the serious expression on Banner's face, Stark realized that his decision might have been a bit hasty.

"It's good to know."

In the cockpit, several people gathered around Patton, but their eyes were all on Ling Ge, which was unusually harmonious.

“Perhaps, I shouldn’t ask, but, Ling Ge, where did you learn your medical skills?

Jarvis just did a scan and Patton's injuries have completely stabilized. He will be able to recover just by resting.

I find it hard to imagine that this kind of medical technology was created by a detective." Natasha asked curiously.

"Actually, I want to know too." Stark smiled.

"Medical skills? Does self-taught count?" Ling Ge said. He enjoyed the curious and admiring looks from the people around him, but it was impossible to ask him to tell his secret to others.

"Haha! If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Natasha, everyone has their own secrets, and like you said, you shouldn't ask." Steve said.

"Look, this is a smart guy." Ling Ge pointed at Steve and said.

"Um, Ling Ge, I wonder if you can help me take out the shrapnel in my chest?" Stark asked, but it was not difficult to hear from his tone that he was very nervous.

"sure!

But I need sophisticated instruments, and the surgery will take at least four to five hours."

"How sure are you?" Stark asked anxiously, perhaps because he was too excited and at a loss.

"Um...

Taking force majeure into account, it should be only 90%!

And after that you will need to stay in bed for at least a week to recover." Ling Ge thought for a while and gave an answer.

"Wait, maybe I didn't hear you clearly. Did you say 90% sure?" Banner asked.

"Yes! This is even after taking into account earthquakes, tsunamis, and sudden terrorist attacks. Otherwise, it should be 100% certain."

"Detective, do you know what you are saying? Even the most experienced doctor in the world can't say he is 100% sure." Banner said in a deep voice.

“That’s why I said 90%!”

"You know how arrogant you sounded when you said '90%'," Natasha teased.

"No! I'm telling the truth. As long as I have a breath left, I should be able to pull myself back from the hands of death.

Uh, this may be a bit exaggerated, I can't beat the god of death yet."

"It's a shame you don't become a doctor if you have this ability." Stark smiled. He seemed to have seen himself taking off the Ark Reactor from his chest and was extremely happy.

“Actually, I have thought about it, but it’s too tiring.

Fighting on the operating table from dawn to dusk every day is not suitable for a young man in his twenties like me.

It was because Barton was an acquaintance that I saved him for free. Otherwise, I would not have waived the medical fee for him."

"Are you short of money?" Stark asked doubtfully.

"Ha! You can ask those sitting, no, those standing, who is not short of money?

But they don’t have to worry about money, public buses, public expenses, and oh, yes, work-related injuries.

Since life is secure, of course you haven’t thought about what to do when you are short of money?

But I am different. I am just an ordinary citizen and I have two people to support at home.

You can't live without money." Ling Ge said seriously.

"You can join the Avengers, and then you can enjoy the same treatment as us. Uh, Stark will offer you a salary that will definitely satisfy you." Steve said. He thought Ling Ge wanted to find a job and wanted to join the Avengers but was too embarrassed to ask.

But Steve didn't notice that there was something wrong with the way several people on the plane looked at him, even Thor and Barton lying on the stretcher.

“Captain, you may not know that the detective’s assets may be slightly higher than you think.

Without Stark, the combined wealth of all of us might not even be worth a fraction of his." Barton said, a little worried that Steve's face would swell if he continued.

"Is that so? But didn't he just say..."

"Steve, don't pay attention to him. He is worth at least tens of billions of dollars now. He said that simply because he is too stingy." Natasha said with a smile.

"Billions? Are you kidding me?

Even if he is a special detective, he can't possibly have so much money." Banner asked with wide eyes, looking at Ling Ge with a scrutinizing look.

"In fact, most of the money was made from me, and also from Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You know, we have to ask him for help from time to time, so..."

"So, the source of my money is absolutely legitimate." Ling Ge interrupted hurriedly. If he let these people continue talking, his image would probably be tainted with a strong smell of money.

"Don't look at me like that, I just don't like working for nothing.

Avengers do things for nothing. That is the responsibility you choose to bear.

But I am different. I just want to live a peaceful and stable life. However, this ordinary goal is difficult to achieve in this troubled earth, no, it should be said that it is difficult to achieve in this universe. "Ling Ge directly expressed his inner thoughts.

He never liked being a hero, especially the kind of hero whose life was in danger all the time. The reason he had come to this point was entirely to accumulate money for his escape.

Because there are so many parallel universes in the Marvel Universe, many of which are more dangerous than this universe. If you go to the wrong place, you may not even have the chance to regret it.

The atmosphere was a little cold. It was normal for Ling Ge to have such thoughts, but considering the many battles he had participated in, it seemed very abnormal.

Steve stood up and said with a smile: “It’s okay, we all understand!

More than seventy years ago, I had the same idea as you, but in the end I chose to become a warrior and a hero.

I believe you will make the right choice in the future."

“Indeed, I used to be a famous playboy!

Now he is Iron Man, and he is also very famous."

"Correction, even now, you are a playboy."

"Natasha, I have changed my ways now, so you have to provide evidence when you speak.

I'll go call Dr. Zhao Hailun first. With her help, Hawkeye can recover faster.

Besides, I have to have Ling Ge undergo an operation, so I can't avoid bothering her." Stark said.

After these people finished speaking, the atmosphere became lively again, leaving Ling Ge with a gloomy face. These guys definitely did not take what he said seriously.

251. Perfect Surgery, Tony's Rebirth

The plane flew through layers of clouds and returned to Stark Tower.

Dr. Zhao Helen and Hill were waiting for them on the rooftop of Stark Tower.

"Give me a blood transfusion immediately and give me some cell samples." Zhao Hailun said quickly as she looked at Hawkeye lying on a stretcher. The two staff members behind her also took over the stretcher and pushed it to the laboratory.

"Wait, Dr. Zhao, please collect some cell samples from me as well!

It might be useful later." Stark said, causing Zhao Helen, who was about to walk out of the passage, to stop and look at him in surprise.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Don't get me wrong, I mean just a little scrape."

"Am I so fragile in your heart?"

Zhao Hailun shrugged and said casually, "Isn't it? After all, I can't see where you need treatment now."

“Not now, but that may not be the case in a few hours.

I'm going to tell you the truth! I need an operation to remove the shrapnel from my body, and after that I can only count on you for a quick recovery."

"That's impossible. Although there is no problem in helping you recover, the success rate of this operation is definitely not high, or even very low.

My cradle of rebirth is not capable of resurrecting a dead person."

"No, there is someone who can do it. He is 100% sure that he can complete the operation."

"Who? I don't remember any famous person in the medical field who can do such a thing."

"That's him, a detective." Stark casually pointed at Ling Ge who was sitting in a swivel chair drinking a drink.

Zhao Hailun looked at it, was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "He looks handsome, but he is about the same age as me, how could he have such medical level?

And with all due respect, are you sane enough to let a detective perform the surgery?"

"No, no, no, he's not an ordinary detective. Haven't you always wanted to know the identity of the armored man during the Battle of New York?"

"Really? I even went to ask Agent Coulson, but he seemed very aggrieved and was unwilling to tell me." Zhao Helen said angrily, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Ling Ge in shock.

"He, no?

You mean he is the one…” Zhao Hailun’s eyes flashed with excitement, and he even spoke incoherently, obviously too excited.

"That's right, Coulson should feel wronged, because Ling Ge went out to fight with his face on his shoulders.

Even now, only some senior executives and some staff involved know his true identity. As for ordinary civilians, they know nothing. Even if they know, they will only think of him as Coulson.

Oh, by the way, he was the one who took care of Hawkeye’s injury, and Banner said no one could do a better job than him.”

"In that case, maybe you can give it a try, but I think this kind of thing still needs to be considered carefully," Zhao Hailun said.

"I know the risks better than anyone else, but I have already decided to have the surgery. I'm just telling you in advance."

When Zhao Helen heard what Stark said, she realized that she couldn't persuade him. She smiled and said, "Come with me! Treat Barton and collect your cell samples at the same time."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but it would be better if you could introduce the detective to me."

"Oh! Don't say I didn't remind you, I'm not single now."

Zhao Hailun heard this, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "What are you thinking? Don't think that everyone is the same as you.

I just admire him, his armor technology is far ahead of its time, I am very interested in this."

"Haha! Another one."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Hailun asked puzzledly.

"Nothing, let's go!" Stark thought that many people seemed to be interested in Lingge's armor, but the results seemed to be not very good. Returning empty-handed was considered good luck, and the greater possibility was that he would be led into a pit.

Ten minutes later, Stark was lying on a laboratory table next to the seriously injured Barton.

"How did you get here? Where are you injured?