I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 35 My Partner is Clark
Late at night, outside a red brick house in Queens.

"No matter how hard I work, I will be able to collect the down payment and have a real home in Gotham!"

Seeing the value on the payroll finally climb to five figures, Robert Stark had the urge to laugh and cry.

After several years of struggle, he got rid of his resident doctor title last month and became an attending physician with a bright future.

He is eligible to receive red envelopes and eat rebates!
"Once I have my own house, I am qualified to fall in love and marry a wife! I, I want to get rid of being single, woo woo woo, 35 years, 35 years of living, I finally see the hope of starting a family, it's not easy."

Robert parked the car and walked into the apartment building with tears in his eyes.

Before entering the door, he stopped crying.

The smell of vomit from the rubbish pile on the side made him close his mouth tightly, even holding his breath.

The red brick building has a history of more than half a century. According to the architectural style of that year, it is customary to build a garbage channel connecting the upper and lower sides.

It is very convenient to take out the garbage, and the residents on all floors do not have to go downstairs, and each floor has the entrance of the garbage channel.

But the rubbish of the whole building is piled up in one place, on the first floor, and the smell is strong, one can imagine it.

"Come on, come on, wait another year and I'll move out of here!"

Robert gritted his teeth and trotted toward the stairwell.

There was no elevator in this old building, and he had to enter the dim and narrow patio to climb up step by step.

"Bang dang -" His right knee suddenly hurt, and he lowered his head, only to see an old washing machine in the corner, and accidentally bumped into it.

"Damn, which bastard is littering?!" With a curse, Robert limped and continued to climb up.

He climbed up to the third floor, and the door of a house diagonally opposite the stairs opened wide, and under the dim yellow light, the two figures intertwined kept shaking.

"You stinky bitch, where is the money hidden? Say it, say it or not—"

The man roared and slapped, and the woman howled loudly: "There's no money, there's really no money at home, Tommy and I didn't even eat dinner."

"Why don't you know how to earn money without money? Fake, you are sincere to disgust Lao Tzu, right? Where can Lao Tzu buy fans without money? You must want to hurt me, want me to die, right?"

The ground under the yellow light, the tall and petite figures intertwined, shaking more violently,

The man was furious.

The muffled groans of punching and kicking came one after another.

"Please, stop hitting me, I didn't find a job, ahhh, don't hit—"

The woman fell, and under the low-wattage incandescent lamp, the petite shadow disappeared, but the tall shadow expanded and twisted, and it was invisible.

"You don't know how to sell if you don't have a job, you bastard!"

Robert didn't react to what he saw.

In this city, in this apartment, similar situations are not uncommon.

Continuing to climb up, he stopped at the corner of the third and fourth floors, where sat a little boy, three or four years old, holding a "Mr. Shadow" toy doll, his eyes were dull and expressionless.

"Tommy." Robert clenched the cowhide bag in his hand, looking hesitant.

The child stared blankly when he heard his name.

"Uncle Robert, you're off work." There was a bit of a child's breath in his eyes.

"Hey!" Robert seemed to be frightened, with a look of shame and annoyance on his face.

"I still have a big hamburger left, I'll give it to you." He handed the warm cowhide bag over.

"Wow, hamburger!" Little Tommy swallowed, and his little belly suddenly screamed "gudonggudong".

"Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. In addition to the hamburger, there is also a big glass of fresh orange juice." The middle-aged doctor said with a smile.

Little Tommy swallowed again, suddenly strode his short legs, and staggered downstairs, "Mom, mom, I have a big hamburger."

Robert looked at the small shadow cast on the concrete floor below and was stunned for a moment.

"Gudonggudong." He rubbed his belly with a wry smile, and walked towards his house.

"Clap--" Opened the door, pressed the electric light beside the door to turn it off, and Robert was stunned.

He is a bachelor, and the rented suite has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

The living room is less than twenty square meters, except for three sofas placed side by side, only the glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

The coffee table that should have been piled with all kinds of debris has been cleaned up, and now there are boxes of steaming food.

"Could it be that God appeared?" Robert rubbed his eyes vigorously, but the food box didn't disappear. "It's not an illusion."

"Of course it's not a hallucination." A hooded man came out of the kitchen with a kettle in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you at my house?" Robert was extremely vigilant.

Although the other party is a woman. No, I'm not too old to hear the voice, but this is Gotham. Not only are men bad, but women can hold up half the sky.

Sure enough, the hooded girl took out a Colt the next moment, and Robert froze as he moved out the door.

"Please, please, don't kill me, I. I'll give you all the money, woo woo woo." Robert burst into tears as he spoke.

my down payment, you leave me
The hooded man beckoned, "Come here, talk well, I won't kill you."

Robert closed the door obediently, and came to the sofa obediently, with his head down, like a primary school student waiting for the head teacher to announce his punishment.

"I'm not talking nonsense anymore, you are a surgeon, I was shot and I need to take out the bullet." Hooded Harry said directly.

Robert was stunned, "You came to my house just to get bullets?"

"If you give me the cash on your body, I will not refuse." Harry said.

"Uh, let's talk about how to get the bullets." Without the worry of life and bankruptcy, Robert regained a bit of ease.

"I don't have all the tools here. I have nothing at home except a set of scalpels from my school days," he said.

Harry pulled out a case the size of a laptop backpack from behind the sofa.

"There are narcotics, anti-inflammatory drugs, medical alcohol in it."

"Where did it come from?" Robert asked curiously.

Selena stole it from a street drugstore.

"Don't ask any further questions, help me get the ammo right away." Harry began to undress.

The jacket and sweater were removed, leaving only a camisole that exposed the back.

Although he hadn't seen his face yet, the shawl blond hair, his fair skin, and his graceful back made the bachelor Robert's eyes widen and he looked intoxicated.

"Clark, help me keep an eye on him, if there is a slight change, shoot him immediately."

"Clark?" Robert was taken aback, "Is there anyone else in my family?"

Heavy footsteps came from his bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, but the lights were not turned on. A tall and burly figure slowly walked out of the shadows and stood at the door where the light and darkness were intertwined.

"He" is more than 1.9 meters tall, has broad shoulders and thick arms, wears a large cape, also wears a hood, and holds a pistol in black leather gloves.

Robert understood, he was Clark.

"Don't worry, I've been in Gotham for almost ten years, I fully understand the rules here, and I know what to do.

I will do this little operation very seriously, and then sew my mouth very tightly. My memory has never been very good, and I will forget about tonight's trivia in the morning. "He stammered his innocence and honesty.

"Very good! We didn't choose the wrong person, you are an honest person." Harry nodded.

Robert breathed a sigh of relief, caught a glimpse of the food on the table, heard the drum beating again, and tentatively said, "I haven't had dinner yet, or—"

"Eat after the operation! Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly." Harley interrupted him sharply.

Helplessly, Robert looked around the room, then looked at the tall and strong man who was standing at the door of the bedroom like a statue, and said cautiously, "Mr. Clark, can you come and help me with the lamp? There is no surgical lamp at home, so you have to help me with the flashlight. "

"Just use the lamp." Harry leaned on the armrest of the sofa, a little impatient. "Stop mother-in-law, just get a bullet, what a big deal!"

When it comes to his own professional field, Robert's face is no longer a bit different, his expression is solemn, and his eyes are sharp.

Light an alcohol lamp, wear gloves, and sterilize the scalpel
"Hey, your wound is about to heal?!"

On Harry's back, a finger's distance down from his left shoulder, a piece of gauze was fastened to his spine by two Band-Aids.

The method is very rough, she should have pasted it herself.

Robert was puzzled before. Since the shot was not treated by a professional doctor, at least it must be inflamed and swollen, right?

The skin near the girl's wound was white and clear, with no obvious signs of swelling.

Uncovering the gauze, he was even more surprised.

There was indeed a small hole in the area where the gun was hit, but the wound no longer bleeds or festered, but began to scab over, leaving only a small, round, shallow pit.

Gently pressing around with his finger a few times, Robert frowned and said, "Did you make a mistake? I was poked with a sharp stick, but I didn't get shot."

"Did you really get a medical license?" Harry said angrily.

After she finished speaking, she also raised her head and glanced at the door of the bedroom: Selena, what kind of quack did you find?
"Just last month, I was promoted to attending physician." Robert gritted his teeth.

"Oh, don't ask any more questions, immediately cut the knife, cut the wound open, and take out the bullet." Harry said helplessly.

Robert was also helpless. He really wanted to let her take a film first to see if there were really bullets in her body, but that Clark had already raised his hand and held the gun in his hand.
"I'm about to start!" With the girl's approval, he first injected a local anesthetic into her smooth back, and then made a cross in the wound with a scalpel.

"Hey, there seems to be a hard object in the meat below, it's a bullet!"

However, Harry didn't have the heart to answer his doubts, only sinking into the sea of ​​​​knowledge, just staring at her "experience bar".
(End of this chapter)