[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-232":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721532,2198,"Chapter 232 - 232 — The Operation","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-232",232,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What the hell did you just do to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Old White's voice betrayed panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer replied calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Ordinary spinal anesthesia wouldn't last long enough for this surgery. But you also need to stay conscious — faster recovery, less complication. Acupuncture, from Eastern medicine, fills that gap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Westerners had this weakness — call something mystical and Eastern, and they'd believe it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, there was no such thing as \"nerve-blocking golden-needle acupuncture\" in any public medical text. Those books only talked about improving circulation or relaxing muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, to say it was impossible wasn't quite right either — because the Tinkerer had worked it out himself. Maybe somewhere in old lineages, such methods were secret, passed by word of mouth. But he'd never found any written record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So everything he'd developed came from his own trial and error — no systematic study, no clinical testing. Just lessons learned from patching up the wounded, refining his technique one bloody night at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, even without that spinal injection, he could have made Old White lie still, fully awake, unable to move — conscious enough to watch and curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, just to be safe, he'd added a dose of Western anesthesia. He didn't want the man suddenly sitting up mid-surgery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't about making things harder — it was part of his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the fat man was completely under his control, the Tinkerer disinfected the site and, without hesitation, made a large Y-shaped incision. He peeled back the thick skin layer, exposing what should have been the organs beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the view was filled entirely with white subcutaneous fat — dense, glistening layers that smothered any trace of red viscera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, it was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of his usual patients were rail-thin — the kind of street ghosts who couldn't afford a proper meal. Fat was a luxury they'd never dreamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer took up a large syringe and began extracting fat, one tube at a time. Each full syringe he set carefully aside before filling the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fat would have to go back later — can't just toss it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just that he hadn't been asked to perform liposuction; leaving it unreturned would throw off the organs' accustomed pressure balance. That could cause fascia relaxation, sagging skin, or even internal misalignment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And proper liposuction wasn't just random suction. You had to take it evenly, preserve enough for cushioning between organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he only cleared the fat from the surgical field, just enough to expose the liver and gallbladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nurse handed him the scalpel at the perfect moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her experience told her what came next — separating adhesions, clearing the tissue for resection. The scalpel was the simplest of tools; everything else depended on the surgeon's style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer accepted the blade and, in a few precise cuts, freed the stuck organs, bringing the liver and gallbladder clearly into view. Then he clipped the target blood vessels with forceps, methodically isolating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scalpels, clamps, retractors — all resting haphazardly inside Old White's open abdomen. It looked chaotic, yet strangely intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Tinkerer did something that made everyone freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeled off his rubber gloves, tossed them into the waste bin — and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assisting doctors and nurses stared, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old White, still half-conscious, could see the whole thing. His voice quivered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What are you doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer didn't answer. He simply walked out of the sterile tent, picked up his half-burnt cigar, relit it, and strolled right back into the supposedly sterile operating room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Old White's men had noticed something was off. They gathered near the tent, tense, hands twitching toward guns — but none dared step inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer took a long drag, then leaned close and blew a cloud of smoke right in Old White's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Your buyback price,\" he said evenly, \"is one million dollars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"F— you! Is this the time to talk about money?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old White's roar made the guards tense up — guns drawn, weapons raised — all frozen at the tent entrance, afraid to breach the sterile zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer ignored them, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Is there a better time? I'm not raising the price. Same as before — one million. You don't pay, I walk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you myself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer chuckled, eyes cold, watching as several men stormed inside — guns leveled, others gripping makeshift weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who'd \"invited\" him earlier jammed his pistol straight into the Tinkerer's forehead. One twitch away from pulling the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the Tinkerer didn't even pretend to care. He didn't flinch, didn't bargain. Instead, he flicked the ash from his cigar — right into the open surgical wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Ahhh! What the hell are you doing, you motherf—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old White screamed, voice cracking in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Relax,\" the Tinkerer said coolly. \"A little ash won't kill you. Haven't you seen Rambo? Gunpowder sterilizes wounds. High heat — no bacteria.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the nurses muttered under her breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"But it can cause inflammation… post-op adhesions…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tinkerer laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Don't worry. If this fat man dies, it won't be from something that small.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Shoot him! Kill him!\" Old White bellowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Before you shoot—\" the Tinkerer's voice cut through the chaos like a scalpel — calm, commanding, impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a slow breath, then said, almost conversationally:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You might want to make sure someone here can finish this operation. Otherwise, once I'm gone, you've got two options:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One, let him bleed out on this table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two, call 911 and have an ambulance haul him to a real hospital — where they'll stitch him up properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly, eyeing the room, smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Or hey — maybe one of you wants to seize the opportunity? Pull the trigger, take his place. Think he'll survive that? Think he'll forgive you afterward?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"No,\" he concluded, voice dropping low. \"I'm the only one who can save him. Unless you plan on kidnapping another surgeon — fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked the cigar ash again, this time deliberately slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"But you'll have to hurry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! Keep voting, and let the stones pile up! 🚀\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>",1104,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.542Z",1,"novelbin.me","f065d80b929df2f6fb3eb18e6b7605e7af48db33e2c3f901e590a71239785c7d","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-233","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-231",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]