The Dawn Trail in the World of American Comics

Dr.
Leslie ’s clinic was busy.

Three blocks away, the gunfire seemed to be getting worse, and more and more wounded were being brought in here.

Apart from homeless people who had nowhere else to go, there were also innocent bystanders who were affected, and even the severely injured henchmen from both sides of the gunfight were eventually brought here.

Before Nightwing introduced Mason to this clinic, he said it was a ”truce zone ” for nearby gangs.

Mason saw the truth today and it was indeed extraordinary.

No matter how passionate the two groups were shooting at each other outside, once they entered the clinic, even the most ferocious Black Sunglasses put away their guns obediently.

The two groups stared at each other fiercely as they got on the elevator, and there was a risk of old fists punching each other, but there was no disturbance until they reached the ward.

Of course, separating the two groups was obviously the best choice.

The nurses in the clinic had seen it all and were used to it.
The irritable little nurses didn ’t indulge these guys and scolded them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

From this small detail, we can see that the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins has a ”strong ” invisible position in the nearby area.

Of course, Mason, who was busy stopping bleeding and bandaging non-emergency patients, had little to do with all of this.
He completed one after another of the quick and skillful procedures, and the tips for improving his emergency skills were almost as fast as the scrolling speed.

This made Mason believe that he had found the most suitable job for himself while focusing.

”Bandaging is done, go do the IV, next! ”

Wearing a nurse ’s uniform with a mask and headgear, Mason took off his medical gloves and reminded the patient in front of him in a monotone voice.

Beside him, the slightly open mouthed and stunned little nurse Wendy was startled and quickly turned her head to look.

”Mason, there ’s no more patients. ”

Wendy reminded him softly and said:

”The remaining patients have more serious injuries and need to go to the emergency room.
You should take a break. ”

”Hmm? No more? So fast? ”

Mason turned his head and looked.

Sure enough, the crowded crowd of wailing people had already dispersed, which made the young man who was satisfied with his emergency skills and constantly breaking through somewhat disappointed.

He even felt some resentment towards the gunfighting parties, and in his very dark thoughts, he criticized them for not shooting harder.

Was it because there weren ’t enough bullets or not enough manpower?

If not, why not recruit from the gang union! Don ’t you need to invest if you want to grow stronger?

”Forget it. ”

He said in his heart, taking off his mask and headgear.

It was already very good to be able to do this on his first day of work.Although there was no progress bar for the promotion of first aid skills, Mason was sure that if he had so many ”practice ” opportunities every day, he would be able to break through to Level 2 within a week.

On the way back to the nurse ’s station, Mason checked the one-hour first aid tips he had just received.
Most of them were for improving proficiency in quick first aid bandaging, with about one-fifth being excellent and quick bandaging.

As for the outstanding craftsmanship that he yearned for, which could bring ten times the proficiency improvement, it had never appeared.

This made the young man feel a little uncomfortable and nervous about his performance today, and he missed the opportunity for rapid promotion.

In summary, he still needed to practice the basics!

Only when most of his skills in first aid bandaging were excellent and perfect could he truly master this skill.

This was not Mason nitpicking, but the situation was indeed severe now.

The character card provided ten skill branches, including alchemy, engineering, forging, tailoring/leatherworking, first aid, enchanting, inscription, jewelry making, double gathering, and cooking, fishing, and archaeology as optional interest branches.
They almost covered all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person could encounter in their lifetime.

If he practiced all of them step by step, Mason would not be able to achieve the goal of becoming a ”full-time grandmaster ” even if he rubbed his hands together for twenty-four hours a day.

The only possible way to improve comprehensively was to maximize the ”quality rate ” in the limited practice times.

He needed to rely on the five-fold or ten-fold bonus proficiency to make good use of every minute.

The young man was reflecting on his lack of effort.

But in the eyes of the little nurse Wendy who had been secretly watching him, this black-haired and sunny handsome guy who was actually three years younger than her had already become an ”outsider ” with a ”hidden and unexposed ” image.

She had been in the clinic for half a year, but she had never seen anyone as efficient as Mason.
Since entering the ward just now, Mason had been standing in front of the treatment table almost without moving his feet for an hour.

Regardless of where the patient ’s wound was or who the patient was, Mason was busy like a precise ”first aid machine. ”

He rarely spoke during the process except for necessary inquiries.

He worked with another doctor, focusing on the process of constantly cleaning and bandaging after simple surgery.
In Wendy ’s opinion, Mason even seemed to enjoy this process and was quite happy about it.

”Are you really not a medical student? ”

After seeing Mason come back to the nurse ’s station and silently organize the patient ’s treatment, the little nurse finally couldn ’t help but ask. ”Your bandaging skills are almost as skilled as Dr.
Leslie ’s, but he ’s been in this profession for a lifetime.
Are you really only 17 years old? ”

”Well, I practiced before. ”

Mason turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Wendy, saying:

”Maybe I ’m just more talented? ”

”This is not something that can be explained by talent! ”

The young nurse saw Mason ’s smile and smiled herself.
In the past, even the most inexperienced newcomer like herself would be busy with this kind of thing, but today, with Mason ’s ”bandaging expert ” sudden rise, Wendy was almost a strong spectator throughout the whole process.
The young nurse didn ’t do anything except hand over the tools.

This made her feel a little embarrassed.
She looked at the clock on the wall and said shyly to the young man:

”I didn ’t help at all.
How about I treat you to lunch? ”

This was a hint.

But Mason seemed to have not understood the nurse ’s meaning at all.
When he heard the word ”lunch ”, he suddenly looked up at the time.

”Oh, right, I almost forgot about this. ”

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Mason slapped his forehead and smiled at Wendy, saying:

”I ’ll treat you to lunch.
When they come to change shifts, we ’ll go to the employee cafeteria. ”

”Why go there? ”

The young nurse pouted and complained softly:

”Although it ’s free, the taste is really like pig food. ”

”So that ’s why I ’m here. ”

When he saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, Mason took off his nurse uniform and hung it on the wall, then returned to the lounge and took out another set of clothes.

In the surprised gaze of the young nurse Wendy, the young man put on a chef ’s uniform and hummed a song as he led her to the employee cafeteria on the first floor.

”I ’m the chef newly hired by Dr.
Leslie.
I ’m in charge today. ”

He pushed open the door to the kitchen and shouted at a middle-aged bald man who was dozing off inside.
The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to argue a few words to declare his ownership of the kitchen.

But the young man who was eager to break through his culinary skills didn ’t care about you.

He took over this not-so-large kitchen, washed and cut vegetables, poured oil and wielded the spatula with ease.

Although he had not received specialized training at Bruce Special College, which specializes in this field, which foodie from the country of big eaters can ’t come up with one or two signature dishes when necessary?

Wendy outside the kitchen was stunned.

She couldn ’t reconcile the young man waving the spatula in front of her with the image of the cold-faced and fast-acting young man during the emergency just now.But the fact was that when Dr.
Leslie, who had just completed the last emergency surgery and was exhausted, arrived at the cafeteria with her assistant an hour later, she saw a group of nurses chattering about how skilled the new chef was, how handsome his stirring skills were, and so on.

Then, Leslie, with her eyes twitching, saw Mason handing a large plate of fragrant Four Happiness Meatballs to Wendy, who then delivered them to the table.

”What the fuck are you doing? ”

The cold-faced doctor exploded!

She screamed through the kitchen ’s serving window:

”Mason! What are you doing in there? What happened to my old chef? ”

”Oh, he tasted my food and his confidence was hit, so he resigned on his own initiative. ”

The young man pushed his chef ’s hat and spread his hands, saying:

”Don ’t worry, Doctor.
That guy didn ’t ask for severance pay.
I recommended him to work as a side dish chef in a new bar, where he can earn five times the salary he had here.

He even thanked me and wanted to buy me a drink before leaving.

By the way, what would you like to eat?

There ’s no menu now, so I have to make something with what ’s in the kitchen.
Do you want a bowl of thick soup? ”

Dr.
Leslie was speechless from being choked.

She turned around and looked at the nurses who were eating exotic dishes with great joy.
The blessing of delicious food seemed to have dissipated much of the fatigue from the morning.

The cold-faced lady was silent for a full minute before pointing her finger at Mason and biting her teeth:

”I won ’t pay you double wages! ”

”I didn ’t ask for it. ”

The young man glanced at the screen in front of him, which had already broken through to level 1 in cooking skills.
He thought to himself that the best reward you could give me has already been received.

Apart from skill proficiency and culinary techniques, it seemed that the increase in this interest branch was also related to the number of diners.
The support of more than ten doctors and nurses allowed Mason to break through to level 1 in just one meal.

Dr.
Leslie got an excellent assistant nurse and a promising young chef today.

She may profit greatly, but Mason definitely didn ’t lose.

”Doctor, I have an idea.
Let the patients come here to eat too. ”

During a break, Mason said to Dr.
Leslie, who was enjoying seafood soup:

”I can learn the technique of nutrition meals by myself.
But if I do this, I may have to leave work earlier than other nurses before meal times.

But don ’t worry, I can make up for it by working overtime after they leave work.

As long as I can leave work before 10 pm, I can accept it. ”

Dr.
Leslie fell silent again.

Her hand holding the spoon was trembling.

She had worked in big hospitals for half of her life, and had also supported medical work in Africa, South America, and other places for many years before returning to Gotham to open a charity clinic.Despite her rich experience, the doctor had never seen a young employee like Mason, who actively opened the book and rolled to such an amazing extent.

But the problem is, why are you doing this if not to make money? What are you after?

A few seconds later, she seemed to think of a reason, sighed, and said in a low and serious voice to Mason:

”You tell me honestly, did Gordon send you? Tell him I have no plans to remarry for the rest of my life! Don ’t try to please me with this method!

Enough!

That seemingly honest man has too many ulterior motives. ”

”Uh, it ’s hard to explain, but things are not what you think. ”

Mason shrugged, took a few bites of fried rice, looked at the time, and said:

”I ’ll go to the ward to change the medicine for the patients in the afternoon, let my colleagues rest well, they were too tired in the morning. ”

After he finished speaking, he didn ’t give Dr.
Leslie time to refuse.
He went back to the kitchen, took off his chef ’s uniform, and went back to the second floor with the nurses who were generally five or six years older than him, or even teenagers, chatting and laughing.

The cold-faced woman sat in the cafeteria, gritted her teeth, took out her phone, dialed a number that was not stored but always remembered in her heart.
In the instant the communication was connected, she shouted over there:

”Gordon! You old man who uses young people, you ’re really despicable! I warn you! Don ’t show up in front of me again! ”

”Beep beep beep ”

In the office of the Gotham Police Department, Gordon, the old man who was eating takeout, stared blankly at the disconnected communication in his hand, and he had no idea what had happened.

He also didn ’t know why Leslie suddenly became so angry?

”This woman is crazy! ”

The chief complained like this.

He put down his phone with a screensaver of a travel photo taken when he was young and in love with Leslie.
The matter of Blackgate Prison was not over yet, and the chief was very busy these days.

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At nine o ’clock in the evening, after patrolling the ward and completing the last dressing change for the patient, Mason shrugged and completed the handover with the night shift nurses, and then clocked out.

He changed back into his own clothes and walked out of the clinic, calculating the gains of today ’s work in his heart.

He completed nearly seventy dressing changes, cooked two meals, gained the acceptance and love of a group of older sisters, and improved his first aid skills and cooking skills.

”It ’s really a fruitful day! ”

Mason carried his suitcase and came to the street, calculating that if he practiced at such a high intensity every day, his first aid skills might be able to break through in three days?

”Then go back and prepare for the overnight alchemy practice, and strive to get it to Lv2 within a week! ”

The young man made up his mind and touched his pocket, where there were several unknown potions he accidentally obtained when he tried alchemy before.He walked down the street, frequently glancing at the hobos on the roadside, with dark thoughts in his mind about finding some ”volunteers for drug testing ” here.

Who cares if the hobo suddenly disappears?

But if the Bat Family finds out about this, it will be hard to explain.

Mason suppressed his dark thoughts and hailed a taxi back to the Glacier Bar.
On the way, he kept pondering the problem just now.
He felt that he needed to find a volunteer who was trustworthy, knew some professional knowledge, and could summarize and record the efficacy of the potion as his assistant.

But such a person would be hard to find.

As the taxi drove into the street known as ”Glacier Avenue, ” he heard gunshots and even sporadic explosions from the front.
Mason immediately recognized them as the flying engineering bombs he made.

It seems that the ”battle ” here tonight is intense.

The driver refused to go any further and dropped Mason off about a kilometer away from the Glacier Bar.

Although Gotham is the real ”City of Sin, ” there are still more ordinary people in this city.

Mason sighed and took out his phone to call Kite Man, scolding him, ”Are you crazy? Throwing bombs in the street! What about the signal gun I gave you? Don ’t you understand that we need to hire ’professionals ’ to handle this kind of thing? ”

”Sorry, boss, it ’s just a professional habit.
I ’ll tidy up now.
Don ’t worry, Falcone ’s thugs have been taken care of, and they ’re on the run.
Our hired men are very capable.
You get what you pay for! ”

Kite Man hurriedly responded, and Mason suddenly thought of something and asked, ”How many people were injured on the other side? ”

”Probably a dozen or so.
Do you need more guns, boss? ”

Charles said, ”We ’ve arranged for the cement trucks on the pier.
They ’re all professionals in this line of work.
It will only take a few tens of minutes to handle it, and there won ’t be any hidden dangers. ”

”But those are lives! You heartless guy! ”

Mason was shocked by his own subordinates ’ disregard for human life and scolded, ”These are such good drug samples, and they even come to us.
Quickly carry the injured people into the bar.
I ’ll personally bandage their wounds.
Hmm, thank you for nature ’s gift. ”

PS:

Thanks to the two brothers ”Sheng Xia de Fangsi ” and ”An Luo Si ” for the alliance leader ’s reward.
I will add an extra chapter on the day of publication.
I won ’t forget!