Chapter 215: John Wick

"Doctor, what is going on here?" the Slavic melancholy handsome man asked, his gaze sharp.

"Originally, it was just adrenaline holding him up. Now that the effect of the adrenaline has worn off, passing out is quite normal, isn't it?"

Henry extended a finger, pressing lightly above the other man's ventricle to gauge it, then observed the various vital signs before saying, "Rest assured, he is not dead. As for how to care for post-operative patients, you just follow the same procedures."

"Since there was no general anesthesia, it should be easier to handle. If you don't know what to do, just hang up saline or glucose, and then let him rest quietly. Anyway, this place doesn't look like a professional hospital."

Someone asked, stunned, "What if he dies from an infection?"

"Then it is his fate to die. Moreover, there is no spread, no entry into the lymph nodes. A person can still stubbornly open their mouth to curse loudly; even the Grim Reaper would worry upon seeing such a soul."

Henry spoke carefree, as it was none of his business. Immediately, he took off the rubber gloves and threw them into a trash bin nearby.

At this moment, the others only then noticed that this man had saved four lives in total, yet not a single drop of blood had stained his body.

In fact, after watching Henry's wild operation, everyone's minds were in chaos.

He claimed to have no medical degree and no physician's license. But the lung lobe he cut out lay before everyone; its obviously unhealthy black color made it hard to question whether he had cut the wrong one or removed a normal lung lobe.

"So... does this mean the surgery was successful?" the Slavic melancholy handsome man asked.

At this time, the Continental Hotel's surgeon, having completed his own surgery, also walked over, looking at the old man's condition.

Although he hadn't seen the situation before the chest was closed, judging from the wound, the sutures, and the excised specimen, Henry's operation should have been without problems. It was just...

There were simply too many points of contention; this old doctor didn't know where to start.

He looked at Henry, who had helped save lives, with a strange expression. He neither praised the other nor scolded him for stealing business. After all, he himself had faced that group of Russian gang thugs; if any of the people he operated on suffered any mishap, he himself would not escape blame.

What use is worrying about others in such matters?

However, since the people were on his turf, he could not do nothing to show his stance. Now that there were no more desperate souls hanging by a thread, the old doctor immediately directed all the available emergency personnel.

He told the uninjured to get out, and sent those needing temporary rest to the infirmary beds. Especially that guy who was shot and inexplicably underwent lung cancer surgery; post-operative care still had to be arranged for him.

Although his specialty was the field of cardiac surgery, post-operative care for thoracic and abdominal surgeries was largely the same. That is, using medication to control the patient's post-operative pain and prevent infection, as well as accelerate the speed of recovery.

On the other hand, Charlie, who brought Henry into the Continental Hotel, and the hotel manager, Winston Fisher, witnessed everything from start to finish. For a moment, they didn't know how to handle this person.

Their original calculations in their hearts had been clicking away loudly. In a world where mutants are not rare, how to find a mutant with suitable abilities, cultivate them, and subdue them for one's own use is very much a matter of luck.

Because they did not have the advantage of Professor X or Magneto, who could naturally stand on the same footing to recruit people. So they could only throw in more money, use more schemes, and only then could success be possible through a mix of soft and hard tactics.

Those who worry about mutants stealing their jobs are only ordinary people. In their underground world, where the rules of survival are more primitive and bloody, as long as there is a useful talent, who wouldn't support them with vast amounts of money and beauties? Where is the heart to exclude them?

But what if the other party is multi-talented?

In the battle with Senator Mike Liddle Horton, Henry Brown had already conveyed a message to many. Do not think he is bulletproof; no matter what means are used, as long as he is kept by one's side, one's own life will have an extra layer of protection.

This is a guy who responds to kindness but not to force.

Plus, there was also a clueless guy present...

The Slavic melancholy handsome man, who saw his companions receive aid regardless of the outcome, came before Henry, extended a hand, and introduced himself: "John Wick."

Hearing the name of this figure from his memory, although the other man did not look like the actor Keanu Reeves, his handsomeness was undiminished, even a few degrees more pure. Henry also happily introduced himself: "Henry Brown," and shook the other man's hand.

The two touched and released immediately. Henry also thought at the same time: so the other's melancholy expression was not something he only had after his wife died. It was something he originally had, which is why he attracted that ordinary wife, thus sparking the thought of retiring from the life?

"Thank you for saving my companion," John said.

Henry raised his hand and politely said, "I received payment."

"I just have a question."

"Please ask; I will answer as best I can."

John Wick asked with a slightly angry expression: "Since you can accurately knock them out, why do it after the surgery? Why not before the surgery, when we still needed a bunch of people to help hold them down?"

Ah, this question. One simply cannot say that Russians and Big Russians are all one family, and that he was just collecting some interest on the past incident.

Henry of course knew that grievances have a head and debts have a master; these people were not the original murderers. But he was there to save them, not to deliberately capture and torture them.

It's just that the order of doing things wasn't that particular. Moreover, this was due to poor environmental conditions, not his problem!

However, these words were naturally not good to speak aloud. Henry explained: "If you knock people out before the surgery, this is not the same as direct anesthesia. If the injured person suddenly wakes up, and you, who are responsible for holding them fixed, are too slow to react, what will happen?"

"Rather than testing your reactions and bearing the risk of greater harm; it is better to keep them awake, reminding you that you must hold the people down properly. Doing such an action after the surgery is just to allow the injured person to rest and recover better. Is this answer acceptable?"

It was at least a reason that made sense. John, who was straightforward, no longer pursued the matter and said, "If you come to New York in the future and need help, you can come find me." Regardless, it seemed these people could survive.

He completely failed to notice that his friendly behavior had ruined the calculations of quite a few people.

Henry of course would not refuse the goodwill of such a person. Truly, do not look down on these ordinary humans at the peak level; before they shed their last drop of blood, the role they can play is unimaginable.

For another example, take the native anti-hero of the Marvel Universe, The Punisher. He is also an ordinary person with no superpowers, no injection of any super serum, not a mutant, and no technological armor; he reached the peak of human combat power solely through military training.

John Wick's style fit the saying 'friendship between gentlemen is insipid as water' very well. He was not like the social butterflies common in the Western world, full of witty chatter. After a few simple greetings with Henry, he returned to the Russian gang and prepared to leave with the others.

(End of Chapter)