What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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The outer casing of the MRI machine gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and two burly men pushed a cart loaded with an electrocardiogram monitor, the wheels creaking in protest.

“I could actually buy new equipment, but the worn-out look of secondhand equipment is what gives it the atmosphere a mental hospital should have,” Ian said, directing the workers as they arranged the equipment.

These items looked no different from standard equipment in any New York hospital—they were purchased from other hospitals, and if the price was high enough, America's hospitals could even unplug a patient's ventilator on the spot. Thanks to the financial support of his new teacher, Tony, Ian got what he wanted in a very short time.

America's trading efficiency depends on whether her financial power is fully utilized. Gwen stood by, arms crossed, watching the workers install ventilators, dialysis machines, and other standard equipment on the oak bookshelves that had once held magical tomes. The most incongruous element was the strange hospital bed placed in the center of the rune array.

After the movers left, Gwen's gaze fell on the strangely shaped hospital bed in the center of the hall—it looked less like a hospital bed and more like a modified version of some medieval torture device.

"What is this? Why are there belts, shackles, and... are those electric shock connectors on it?" She finally couldn't help but ask, something she hadn't been able to say in front of the movers.

They were afraid that if the movers left, they would call the police.

"This is a highly specialized, custom-made medical device! It's a bed specifically designed to scare patients so they can recover quickly. If Arkham has it, we need to have it too. This is called benchmarking the industry."

Ian patted the bed frame, and the hospital bed made a dull metallic sound.

"Scaring the patient..."

Gwen, with a strange expression, seemed about to say something. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Dr. Helen Zhao emerging from a hidden door, her hair slightly disheveled and her glasses askew, clearly having been woken from her afternoon nap by the noise of the moving.

“Gwen?” Zhao Hailun pushed up his glasses and looked at her in surprise. “You’ve recovered well… no, I should say, ridiculously well.”

talking.

The doctor's gaze then turned to Ian, his eyes filled with the curiosity of a scientist: "What methods did you use? Theoretically, her gene chain cannot repair itself."

“Your mystical methods have all failed.” Zhao Hailun thought of Lucifer that Ian had mentioned, and she dared not mention what that feather actually was.

"Mystical methods are nothing special. What I used was a much more powerful force—I brought her into my evil god family."

Ian spoke with pride.

He awakened Gwen with love.

"Forehead……"

Gwen's new Spider-Sense was triggered, and she immediately turned to stare at Ian, afraid that Ian's next words would be that he had given her fatherly love, which was definitely something Ian would say.

of course.

Zhao Hailun was unaware of this.

at this time.

The doctor's expression froze.

"What evil god?"

Her voice was tinged with fear. Recalling Lucifer that Ian had mentioned earlier, the intelligent doctor already had a very bad feeling.

"He is the evil god, and this is the evil god's church. When you were tricked into coming here, didn't anyone proudly announce this information to you?" Gwen looked at Zhao Hailun with some surprise.

She didn't know much about this PhD.

"!!!???"

Zhao Hailun's face turned deathly pale instantly. She stumbled back several steps, crashing into the large box behind her with a thud. The lid flipped open, revealing neatly stacked items inside.

Fifty batteries.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Hailun stiffly looked down at the battery, then looked up at the multi-functional "hospital bed," and finally slowly shifted her gaze back to Ian's face, which was indeed so handsome it seemed unreal.

"You...you're not planning to electrocute us, are you?"

Her voice trembled.

I don't know how many scenarios I imagined occurred to me.

"No, no, no! You've misunderstood! These batteries are for you to use when you go out! I see a lot of bicycles parked outside, but only Doctor Strange has a little electric scooter."

“That won’t do. If we go out, people will think that my followers, Lord Ian, can’t afford to ride electric bikes. For my sake, you all need to change your habit of riding bicycles.”

"Electric scooters are much more convenient than bicycles, and it's not the end of the world... Besides, we have Thor! With Thor, we don't need to pay for electricity at all!"

“We can even make the power company owe us an electricity bill!” Ian’s voice was passionate and full of wisdom, and his words silenced the room once again.

"????"

"????"

Both Gwen and Helen Zhao had expressions that were hard to describe. The absurd scene of everyone lining up to have their electric scooters charged by Thor couldn't help but flash through their minds.

"Did you ask Thor if he would do something like that...?"

Gwen thought the cook would probably fly into a rage—just then, a blinding bolt of lightning ripped open the dome of the Sanctuary. Amidst flying bricks and stones, a blond, burly man crashed face-first into the center of the hall, his body billowing smoke, his Mjolnir still crackling with electricity. This was probably what Thor looked like when he actually arrived.

It seems like someone is talking about me.

Thor staggered toward a pillar.

"Hello, I am Thor. May I ask where this place is?" He asked the pillar, his eyes sparkling. This scene made Helen Zhao and Gwen's expressions even more interesting.

“See, I told you superheroes need psychiatrists.” The voice rang out, and Gwen and Helen Zhao looked over, noticing that Ian had put on a white coat at some point.

It's not just about wearing a stethoscope around your neck.

He even took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.

They act like humans but are actually dogs.

Why did you steal Thor's hammer?

"Because I need to test the patient's knee-jerk reflex first, that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas."

One question and one answer.

It nearly brought Thor to his senses.

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The scene of the hall, built with a lot of second-hand medical equipment, is quite frightening.

It has a style reminiscent of a super insane asylum.

Especially when Ian, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, snatched Mjolnir from Thor, his eager and expectant expression really gave off the vibe of a psychiatrist.

There should perhaps be a more reasonable way to punctuate this sentence.

“I’ve watched a lot of movies and TV shows about doctors, like Grey’s Anatomy, House, Nurse in Charge, and everyone’s favorite Night Shift.” Ian knew that the first step in diagnosis was to test the patient’s knee-jerk reflex, so he grabbed Thor’s hammer and gently tapped Thor’s knee.

It didn't take much effort.

However, Thor's knee was attacked, so he still performed a kneeling scene on the spot.

"Round-faced mortal! How dare you smash my knee with Mjolnir?!" Thor clutched his knee, wincing in pain. His condition had improved slightly. Although he hadn't regained consciousness on the spot, he no longer addressed the pillar but instead questioned the clock on it.

then.

Ian tapped Thor's other knee.

This time.

Thor immediately knelt down, a newfound clarity appearing in his previously clouded eyes. Seeing this, Ian wished he could immediately bestow upon himself the title of Marvel's God of Healing.

"..."

Gwen rejected Ian's suggestive glances, indicating that she should play the straight man.

Zhao Hailun did not respond to Mr. Ian's expectations. Instead, she covered her forehead and said, "I can't believe that I, the future star in the eyes of my teachers and classmates, am now watching this kind of thing in this place... Damn it, you ignorant evil god over there, you need to make your patient sit on a chair where his legs can be put on a stable position."

As an expert in the cutting-edge field of biological sciences, Zhao Hailun certainly has some medical common sense.

“Oh, okay.” Ian nodded vigorously without arguing. He knew he was still practicing medicine without a license, so he needed to demonstrate his diligence and eagerness to learn.

"Come on, let's switch to some professional equipment!"

He enthusiastically helped Thor up, half-dragging and half-pulling him onto the multi-functional hospital bed. The belt automatically fastened to his wrists, and the shackles clicked to lock his ankles.

Music that makes your heart race and your eyes water automatically starts playing.

"Damn it! Didn't I ask the store to change the music to the 'Hannibal' playlist? I even gave them a list of the music I needed. These Indian guys who only take money and don't do anything are unreliable!"

Ian quickly unplugged the speaker that came with the hospital bed. He turned around and looked at Gwen and Zhao Hailun, who had strange expressions, and unwittingly gave himself away.

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't a hospital bed I found at a secondhand sex shop... It's brand new, and it even has a lot of real medical equipment added, which is why it's so expensive."

Ian began to explain in a serious tone.

“But we didn’t ask you. Shouldn’t Tony be the one questioning whether you’ve taken kickbacks?” Gwen rubbed her temples, responding with a helpless tone.

“I can read your eyes.” As soon as Ian finished speaking, he saw Gwen take out two pairs of sunglasses from the drawer next to her, put on one pair herself and handed the other pair to Helen Zhao.

Are you questioning my super eyesight?

Ian looked at Gwen suspiciously.

"No, we hope you can pretend you can't see our eyes."

Gwen answered with ease.

"Makes sense."

Ian thought Gwen had become much smarter, and he nodded with satisfaction. Then he looked again at Thor, who was struggling on the hospital bed and looked like he was about to destroy the entire bed.

"If you struggle again, I'll tell everyone about how you were beaten up by the giant octopus in the kitchen." Ian's threat was very effective, and Thor immediately froze on the hospital bed.

“I feel completely healed! You don’t need to keep testing my knees!” Thor was now fully awake, and his eyes were finally able to see the correct Ian in the right place.

however.

Ian, slightly excited about being a doctor for the first time, ignored everything else, took out paper and pen from his white coat pocket, and sat down next to the hospital bed, imitating Hannibal Lecter.

“I don’t believe you unless you prove you’re really cured.” Ian still loved to pretend; he scribbled in his notebook but didn’t record any useful information.

The main problem was that Dr. Hannibal never showed him his medical records.

How can this be proven?

Thor was dumbfounded.

"Very simple."

Ian pointed to the fifty batteries in the corner. "Do you think my idea of ​​partnering with you to start a power company and making those outdated power companies owe us a huge amount of electricity bills is brilliant enough?"