Chapter 63

After Tony and Dumbledore were forced to rest, Frank suddenly found that he seemed to have nothing to do.

The effect of the Joy Potion had been improved more than the initial version, and the number of bubbles added to the sea of mind every day was already quite considerable. Next was the work of grinding, waiting for its quantity to be sufficient to undergo a qualitative change.

After thinking about it in the Cabin, Frank finally returned to the Marvel world. He planned to take this free time to analyze the intelligence of Woody collected from various channels.

On S. H. I. E. L. D.'s side, Nick Fury provided all the missions Woody had attended from the beginning to the present, as well as internal review records every period of time. To be honest, they were all normal. At least Frank didn't see any problems.

On Tony's side, Jarvis searched and compared Woody's appearance on the Internet twenty-four hours a day. Unfortunately, besides discovering that this Woody's file information was man-made, he didn't find his current location.

On Blade's side, during this period, every time he went to find trouble with vampires, Blade would turn into a vampire first and collect a wave of intelligence by virtue of his higher nobility, trying to catch Woody's horse feet. Unfortunately, there was no progress yet.

Frank himself hadn't been idle either. Besides some connections he had accumulated before, he asked Stick and the others to inquire about Woody in the underground world. Although Stick and the others mainly operated in Hell's Kitchen, the underground world wasn't limited to there.

"Woody, where exactly are you hiding?" Frank muttered. He didn't understand, with so much power, why couldn't they find a guy who didn't look like a human at first glance?

Knock, knock, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Frank said, looking up, and saw Blade walking in from the door with a bit of awkwardness.

"What's the matter?" Frank asked, looking at Blade. Blade like this was very rare.

Even if he had changed a lot now, Blade was still as cold as could be when facing strangers, except for being a bit better in front of their acquaintances.

"It's just that I want to ask, do you have a lot of Joy Potion here?" Blade asked with a bit of embarrassment.

"There's still quite a lot. What do you want to use it for? Use it yourself?" Frank said, taking out a small box from the side, which contained Joy Potions of various versions.

Blade scratched his hair. "No, it's for someone else to use."

"Someone else?" Frank looked at Blade like this and was a bit reminded of his past. That was the expression of being worried about gains and losses when he was chasing his wife, so a smile that all men understand appeared on his face. "Man or woman?"

"To be precise, a girl." Blade was a bit embarrassed by Frank's look.

Frank raised an eyebrow and took out a small purple bottle from the box. This was the initial version of the Joy Potion. "This thing can be used to add a little interest, but it is ultimately a medicine. Don't abuse it; it's easy to have side effects."

"No, no, no, I don't mean that." Blade opened his mouth to explain with a bit of panic, but it always felt like he was trying to cover up, which only made it more obvious. "That girl seems to have depression. I think this kind of medicine seems to be helpful to her."

"Depression?!" Frank asked in surprise.

Blade's face sank, and he sighed, starting to tell the story from the beginning bit by bit.

Do you remember the girl he rescued from the basement?

Yesterday, Blade went to the hospital because Nick Fury told him that all the other girls had gradually recovered and left the hospital, except for Miss Forger.

After obtaining all the examination reports of Miss Forger through Nick Fury's relationship, Blade consulted several doctors from different departments.

After comparing the indicators, the doctors determined that Miss Forger's body had basically recovered, the anemia situation had greatly improved, and the infection of the wounds had completely disappeared.

However, a psychologist told Blade that it seemed because she had been in a dangerous state for a long time, seriously lacked a sense of security, and was influenced by the dark, damp environment, the girl had developed severe depression and would likely end up committing suicide.

"This... don't worry too much, maybe it's a misdiagnosis." Frank comforted him after hearing Blade's words.

"The probability of misdiagnosis is very low. I checked online. Depression patients are always unhappy and listless. She is just like that. I watched for a long time, and she never smiled while lying on the bed."

Blade sighed long. "And she seems to have severe sleep disorders. When I went over at night, I saw her sitting by the window without falling asleep for a long time."

Looking at Blade, who was full of worry, Frank patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Joy Potion has a very good curative effect on this kind of low-mood symptom. There were also patients suspected of depression among the testers, and they all had some improvement after treatment."

"I hope so. Then... which version did those patients use?" Blade continued to ask.

Although Miss Forger didn't have the memory of that period, Blade would never forget the moment the girl placed her wrist on his mouth.

In that dark and terrible environment, the girl trusted him so much, and even was willing to use her own life to exchange for a glimmer of hope for him.

"You try this version first. If it doesn't work, then use conservative treatment. I estimate that Dumbledore and Tony can at least push the version back two or three times."

Frank brought the small green bottle to Blade. This is the Joy Potion with the strongest effect at present.

"Thank you." Blade carefully wrapped the bottle with bubble wrap and then put it into his pocket.

"We're all brothers, don't be so polite." Frank said, taking out a simple instruction manual. "The usage standard on this is set according to Johnson. For ordinary people, it is recommended to use half."

"I understand."

After leaving here, Blade rode his motorcycle, twisted the throttle to the end, and rushed towards the hospital all the way.

Miss Forger lived alone in a ward. This was a special care ward that Blade took the initiative to find Nick Fury to help with.

Carefully pushing open the ward door, a breeze blew, lifting the girl's hair on the bed. She seemed to be asleep.

Blade came to the bedside, reached out and picked up the diagnosis sheet hanging by the bed. On the schedule behind the name Aniya Forger, a check mark was made today, representing that she had already used the medicine today.

This made Blade's idea of mixing Joy Potion into the medicine disappear instantly. He turned his head and saw the glass of water on the bedside table, and had a new idea.

Carefully following the instruction manual, after pouring about half a bottle cap of Joy Potion into the water, Blade breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist, and happened to meet Aniya's curious eyes, and the whole person froze there instantly.

"Shh~ It's me~" Blade thought about it and took off the mask on his face. He wasn't afraid that Aniya would call the nurse; he was afraid that Aniya's condition would be even more serious if it were messed up like this.

After seeing Blade's appearance, Aniya's eyes lit up instantly, and a smile hung on her face. That appearance didn't look like a depression patient at all. "Ya~ Long time no see~"

"Ah, yeah." Blade was a bit confused. Is he just coming here so effective? Could it be that he is a human-shaped depression treatment instrument for Aniya?