There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 28 Chicken Soup Therapy

Barron escaped, and Oswald, in his rage, could only indiscriminately fire bullets at the abandoned pickup truck.

He felt like he'd been forced to have his mouth pried open and be fed a cockroach.

"Why, why do I always have to encounter such frustrating things?!" As the dust settled, Oswald turned around and raised his hand at Qin Wei to vent his frustration.

"Don't ask any more questions, we need to get him to the hospital."

Holding the blood-covered Dick in his arms, Qin Wei's hands trembled violently. The sight of three people being shot dead before his eyes felt like someone had ripped open his chest and filled it with a stun grenade.

But Oswald didn't seem to have such worries; the drilling rig started up smoothly in one go.

"Damn it! This kid got blood all over the car, now I have to wash it again! We haven't even collected the rent, and we still have to pay for the car wash, repairs, gas... wait, will we have to pay for the hospital bills later?"

After receiving Qin Wei's affirmative reply, Oswald angrily slammed his hands on the steering wheel several times.

Of course, people always have to pay the price for their recklessness and irritability. If society can't teach this lesson, then the airbag certainly will.

boom!

"I've fucking had enough!"

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Working in the medical field in Gotham would be incredibly lucrative. The city isn't large, yet it boasts an astonishing twelve hospitals. Qin Wei has visited two of them, and this is his third. But no matter which hospital or time of day, there's always a long line in front of the doctor's office.

Those who were shot, burned, or injured in fights were the most common victims. They would often have a bandage over their wounds and be carried into the hospital by their cronies, leaving a trail of blood behind them.

Qin Wei encountered two people on the way to the emergency room. They were arguing over who should be treated first, while a group of patients followed behind them, who dared not speak out against their anger.

Qin Wei suggested cutting in line in front of them, and he was almost glared at to death by them.

Oswald, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand this insult and immediately glared back.

He glared back through the gun's eye.

The moment Oswald drew his pistol, the two men who had been competing to see who was the worst off immediately perked up. They were no longer dizzy or in pain, and they called to their underlings to run away.

The wealthy may be insulted in Gotham, but the man with a gun on his hip will be "respected" wherever he goes.

Qin Wei paid for Dick's surgery and signed the surgery consent form. When he returned to the nurses' station to look for Oswald, he found Oswald flirting with a young nurse.

Oswald has excellent taste; the nurse is extremely beautiful.

"You looked incredibly cool when you drew your gun just now."

"Really? Beautiful Ms. Nantinger, has anyone ever said you have a beautiful voice...?" Oswald subconsciously touched his nose, which had been swollen from being hit by the airbag.

"Howl howl howl howl howl!"

Sometimes bad luck comes one after another, but don't be discouraged, because good luck may be just around the corner.

The nurse kindly sprayed medicine on Oswald's swollen nose and gently applied a gauze pad. Throughout the process, Oswald kept smiling.

Even though they were some distance apart, Qin Wei could smell the sweet and sour scent of love.

After they finished, the two walked out of the emergency room, and Qin Wei quietly poked Oswald in the waist:

"What's her name?"

"Gloria, what a lovely name. I even got her phone number."

"So you're not angry anymore?"

When this was mentioned, Oswald's face hardened again; he's such an emotional child.

"That bastard Barron, I'll skin him alive one day."

"Then you'd better hurry up, or someone might beat you to it."

Qin Wei was referring to Dick. Without Batman's restraint, an enraged Dick would undoubtedly unleash a furious vengeance. The question is, how far would he go against the madman Barron?

Qin Wei neither stopped nor helped. He wanted to see if the characters in the story would still have an invincible aura after leaving the script, and also to test Dick's skills.

He felt sympathy for the child's plight, but in Gotham, sympathy is the most useless emotion. Qin Wei wasn't Batman; he didn't have that much time to let Robin grow. What he needed was an immediate fighting force capable of confronting Maroney.

Just then, Oswald's text message ringtone sounded.

The pale blue light emanating from the screen illuminated his face, and a sense of solemnity and unease gradually crept into his brow.

"What's wrong?" Qin Wei asked.

"Maroni's text message demands that the fifteen of us leaders go see him immediately. That damned old fox is usually very cautious; he almost never summons us except for the routine meeting on Mondays. It must be that the fake Harvey's body has been found." Oswald licked his dry, cracked lips and reached out to touch his nose again.

Qin Wei interrupted his actions.

"I'll go with you."

"Phew! I'd like to too. But you weren't invited, so you're not eligible to participate in the meeting."

Oswald let out a heavy sigh of relief. This was exactly what he was worried about; without Qin Wei by his side, he felt as if he had lost his pillar of support.

Qin Wei knew what the other was worried about, so he put his arm around Oswald's shoulder and rubbed it.

"Summon your courage."

"Is courage enough for something like this?"

"How is that not enough? Your fear and worry, besides disturbing your own mind, what can you change? What's done is done, and we've done everything we could. Now it's time to face this damn predicament head-on, and even if we die, we'll die beautifully."

Seeing the glint in Oswald's eyes, Qin Wei seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

"The strong wield their swords against the stronger, and the weak wield their swords against the weaker. You're not going to tell me that you dared to draw your gun and shoot those two scumbags just because they were weaker than you, are you?"

The tactic of provocation always works on children. After having his mouth pried open and being fed a bucket of motivational speeches, Oswald's fighting spirit burned brightly in his eyes.

Before transmigrating, Qin Wei had been fed countless pep talks by his unscrupulous boss, and now he had become the very person he once hated.

But unlike bosses who don't care about the lives of their employees, he and Oswald are now bound by a shared destiny, and these words are also spoken to himself.

Before leaving, he also gave the other party a brocade pouch.

"Your condition shouldn't last much longer. If your life is threatened, just keep repeating this phrase to yourself."

After saying that, he whispered something in Oswald's ear.