Chapter 4297

Lex, who finally gained a trace of breathing space, crawled up in a sorry state. He resisted the strong urge to vomit and breathed the air in big gulps. However, the strong desire to survive hadn't faded yet; he still followed his instinct, taking the thing in his hand and smashing it desperately at Clark.

Feeling the weakness of this strong body, Lex fiercely flipped Clark over, pressed him to the ground, and then used that thing to smash Clark's chest and head fiercely. Every place touched began to smoke, and Clark kept screaming.

Finally, seemingly because of the stimulation of pain, red light began to accumulate in his eyes. Clark used his arms fiercely, pushed away Lex who was pressing on him, and let out a fierce scream:

"Uh!!!!!!"

Two beams of red light penetrated the roof, passed through the clouds, penetrated the atmosphere, and shot straight into the universe. Afterward, like a broken kite string, they flashed in the sunlight and disappeared without a trace.

The flying Clark was like a stray dog. He couldn't even stabilize his figure, swaying and smashing into a building. However, the situation of houses collapsing like when Superman had been touched before didn't appear; instead, Clark himself let out a scream. The building remained motionless, and he fell in another direction.

Diana, who had just walked out of the police station, witnessed all this. She simply couldn't describe her mood. Sure enough, she shouldn't have investigated Egyptian artifacts; she must have been cursed by the Pharaoh.

Clark had a very long dream. In the dream, he returned to his childhood. However, he didn't dream of those classmates who mocked him, or the father who comforted him, as usual.

He dreamed of a little lamb. It was a lamb born to a ewe in their family's sheep pen. He was there on the day of the birth; he watched with his own eyes as this little lamb was born from its mother's belly. He was shocked and happy, but he couldn't say where this emotion came from.

He went to the sheep pen every day to see it. At that time, he wasn't as tall as the sheep pen door, but he always climbed up, sat on it, and stared at the lamb. He even gave it a name, but didn't tell anyone, and imagined what he looked like when he was born from his mother's belly.

However, not long after, this lamb died. Everywhere were scattered rubber tubes, bottles of veterinary medicine, and his father's sighs.

He stood outside the door of the animal pen, staring at the motionless lamb. Some emotion surged in his chest. Was it sadness? Was it fear? Was it confusion?

No, none of them. Because when he got the answer "It's dead, Clark. We couldn't do anything." from his father's mouth, he was surprisingly angry.

He ignored his father's calls, rushed to the field, and roared angrily until his throat was hoarse. During this time, he heard his parents' calls, but he didn't want to respond. He felt very angry and just wanted to be alone.

At the end of the dream, when he finally vented his anger and was walking back in the field ridge step by step, he suddenly found that half of his house had collapsed.

No father, no mother, only a kitchen like a disaster scene, and text information constantly flashing before his eyes:

"Smallville, Kansas, Martha Kent."

"Smallville, Kansas, Martha Kent."

"Smallville, Kansas, Martha Kent."

"Uh..."

Clark woke up with a start, only to find that he was in a strange room. There was a movement at the door, and he turned his head like a frightened beast, staring fixedly there, and then a tall black-haired woman walked in.

"You're finally awake. The police searching for you found this block. I went to deal with them; don't worry, they don't know you're at my place."

Looking at her face, Clark blinked. But the other party sat down very familiarly and said: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Diana Prince, employee of the Metropolis Museum and private collector. I saw you fall by the street and brought you back."

"Diana Prince?" Clark repeated the name and said, "Wonder Woman?"

Diana also froze, then revealed a smile and said: "Haven't heard anyone call me that in a long time. You know me?"

Clark looked at her very suspiciously and said: "You haven't been to Battleworld?"

"Battleworld?" Diana repeated the word, tapped her forehead lightly with her finger, and then said: "Sounds a bit familiar. Wait a minute, isn't this that scam email..."

Clark understood. Diana had also received the invitation, but she had treated this thing as scam information. But then again, the invitation was really too suspicious; if it weren't for his confidence that he wouldn't be deceived, he wouldn't have opened it either.

But at this moment, Clark had no time to explain. He moved his arm, wanting to support himself to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Don't, don't, don't." Diana stopped his movement and then said: "Your wounds haven't healed yet, don't move around."

"Wounds? I'm wounded?!" Clark was very surprised; he looked down at his chest.

"Sorry," Diana said, "I know some battlefield first aid, but I'm not a professional surgeon. I don't know what those things like glass fragments inside the wound on your chest are. I tried to clean the wound for you, but your skin is as hard as steel; I really couldn't do it."

Clark braced himself to sit up and then went to look at his chest. Just as Diana said, his chest was a bloody mess, clearly looking like it had been stabbed by something and then scratched. He wiped it lightly with his hand and found a layer of green powder stuck to the wound.

But the moment he touched that thing, Clark felt the world spinning. He fell down again, the back of his head hitting the floor hard. Diana let out a scream.

"Oh my god, you just lie down properly!" she said, "You're seriously wounded and can't move around. I'll try to get a set of surgical tools tomorrow to see if I can help you debride. Before that, don't move again."

"No," Clark said somewhat weakly, "My mother was kidnapped, she was kidnapped by Lex Luthor. I have to go save her."

"What??!!"

Diana was initially somewhat shocked, but thinking that Lex Luthor had tried to kidnap Schiller before, although Schiller was also a liar, it didn't mean Lex Luthor was a good person. The group of people he found were clearly professional, proving he hadn't done less of this kind of thing before.

"But... why would he target you?" Diana asked.

"I don't know." Clark lay there with dull eyes. His lips were chapped, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

He had imagined himself being wounded like an ordinary person countless times before. When he was wounded in the instance, he knew it would be painful and affect his mobility, but that wasn't real after all.

But now, he truly felt it. When ordinary people are wounded, it's not just painful; there's a dizzying sensation like weightlessness, and it comes in waves. It seems like he's lying on the bed, but it's like he's on a roller coaster; as long as his consciousness blurs slightly, he feels himself constantly falling.

And accompanying this weightless feeling is a nauseating sensation. It seems like something in his stomach wants to rush out, but in reality, there's nothing. He can only constantly swallow saliva to suppress the nausea, but at the same time, his throat is very painful; every swallow pulls his throat and nasal cavity to ache together.

To relieve this pain, he needs to open his mouth and breathe deeply, but he soon feels dry-mouthed. His lips begin to crack, his tongue tip begins to go numb, and the presence of his tongue becomes stronger and stronger, as if it wants to block his entire oral cavity.

Then immediately after, his eyelids begin to feel heavy. The strength of his eyelids alone isn't enough to open his eyes; he needs to forcefully lift the muscles on his forehead to barely open a slit. But as soon as the forehead muscles exert force, a fine, needle-pricking pain comes from the eye socket on his forehead.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up. However, this wasn't a good thing, because after waking up suddenly, he felt the pain in other parts of his body more clearly.

His left side, to be precise, the shoulder blade and collarbone area on the left, transmitted an extremely sharp pain, as if it had been crushed by something. He felt every bone in his body was broken, and he couldn't even tell where it hurt.

And this pain transmitted along the nerves to his head, causing his left head to ache. And because the intracranial pressure on the left and right was different, the eyeball on one side jumped, while the other side went black in waves.

Clark truly felt he was going to die. This wasn't an adjective, and he no longer held any fluke mentality. He subconsciously grabbed Diana's hand and said in a weak voice: "Save me... save me... save..."

Diana also grabbed her hair hard and said: "Wait, don't die! I... I can't send you to the hospital, the doctor can't cure you, they will catch you. But I don't know how to cure you either... Superman! Superman!!!"

When Clark woke up again, he only saw the blinding shadowless lamp overhead, and those gray eyes under the shadowless lamp.

Schiller walked out of the operating room, took off his gloves, and Diana hurriedly stood up and asked: "How is it? He didn't die, right?"

"Far from dead," Schiller smiled at him and said, "I helped him clean the wound. But unfortunately, that kind of green powder has entered his blood circulation. As for how long it will take to metabolize this thing, I don't know either."

Diana breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Good, as long as he's alive; just now, when he was like that, I really thought he was going to die."

"Don't be too nervous, lady, he is much tougher than you imagine." Schiller said softly.

Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes and then said: "I'm not surprised you could run out of the police station, but you were caught by the military and still could run out. You can compete for the strongest liar of the century."

"I didn't run out, but was released," Schiller shook his head and said, "I did deceive you, but there's a part I didn't lie about, which is that I do have contact with MI6. They can't detain me for too long."

Diana sighed and said: "Also, otherwise how could you borrow the operating room? Seeing that you didn't cause any serious consequences, I won't hold it against you. I just want to know now, what exactly is going on."

"Regarding which part?"

"All parts," Diana said, hugging her arms, "Snake tail, Superman, Lex Luthor, alien spaceship, and you."

"Do you think these have a connection?"

"Of course," Diana hummed and said, "You can't hide it from me; these things happened at the same time, it's absolutely impossible for them to have no connection. What exactly is going on? You'd better..."

Bang!

A loud noise came from the operating room, Diana hurriedly rushed in, and then saw Clark, who was wrapped in bandages on his upper body, actually roll off the operating table and fall to the ground.

His forehead was broken, and blood flowed down. But just when Diana went to help him up, she saw the blood dripping onto the back of his hand from his chin was pink—it was mixed with tears.

Diana saw his lips moving. At that moment, she couldn't help but want to shed tears.

Clark's eyes were somewhat unfocused, only his lips opening and closing.

"Mom... Mom..."

?? The pain description in this chapter comes from the author's real experience of being hit and knocked unconscious by a torpedo while skiing.

? Don't ski.