The cooperation between Harry Osborn's Regenerative Medicine Center and Tuvalu set off a storm even bigger than the unification of the makeup industry. Because they announced that the new drug that would be put into experimental production was a drug that could help people rebuild their immune system.
Compared to external things like becoming thinner and more beautiful. Humans were more concerned about how long they could live. This was especially true for patients with third-stage cancer and advanced AIDS. Countless people sought medical help to treat these diseases.
There were always "experts" peddling ancestral secret prescriptions at the entrance of cancer hospitals. There were also all kinds of "masters" with qigong who would always advertise that they had various ways to treat diseases.
These kinds of medical scammers, especially those who wanted to squeeze the last penny out of people who were dying, should be the most despicable group of people in the world.
There were such people all over the world. They could make all kinds of lies for money. They gave patients all kinds of hope, and finally pushed these patients who had pinned their last hope on them to hell step by step.
These people did not have the slightest bit of guilt for what they had done. In China, there were "qigong masters" who sought "welfare" for the vast number of patients. In the United States, there were also various "witch doctors" who originated from the Mayan civilization and Indian mythology who channeled spirits to cure all kinds of terminal illnesses.
For example, somewhere in Arizona, a witch doctor by the name of Majima was showing off his powers.
In a closed room, steam filled the air. Magima, who was dressed as a Mayan wizard, was sitting on the platform. He twisted his body and muttered, "Gods from the ancient times, listen to me …"
At first, he was still saying some normal words, but the more he said, the stranger his tone became. It was as if the witch doctor had channeled spirits with gods.
In the entire closed room, steam filled the air and the temperature was very high. Many cancer patients endured the high temperature and listened to Magima's prayers. Most of them were third-stage cancer patients. Basically, they had no hope of being cured in the hospital but did not want to die.
Some did not want to die for themselves, and some simply did not want to die for their family. They had no choice but to spend tens of thousands of dollars to participate in this so-called Mayan channeling treatment.
The entire treatment lasted seven days, and many of the process were inhuman torture for the patients. For example, the sauna they were in right now was one of them. Who knew which pervert came up with the idea of letting a stage three cancer patient endure the high temperature in a sauna?
It was written very clearly in this course of treatment that one had to complete the entire seven-day course of treatment for the spirit communication to be effective. Obviously, the physical strength of patients with stage three cancer would be greatly reduced. They did not have much strength to support themselves to complete this treatment.
People kept fainting in the sauna, but Ma Jima seemed to have really communicated with God. He turned a blind eye to those who had fallen and continued to ramble.
Hank, who was suffering in the sauna, gritted his teeth and persevered. He didn't know what he was holding on for, but he was sure that he didn't want to die. He still had a wife and children. If he died, what would happen to them?
Radiotherapy and chemotherapy could not cure cancer. They could only delay the spread of cancer cells and allow the patient to live a little longer in pain. In fact, living like this was even more terrifying and painful than dying.
Just when Hanks and the other patients were still gritting their teeth and trying to hold on. Bang! The door of the sauna was violently kicked open, and the cold air instantly poured into the high-temperature room, blurring the air in the entire room.
A guy in red and black tights strode in and directly dragged Ma Jima, who was pretending to be a ghost, down from the table.
"Aha! Look what I found, a clown in disguise? Guess what he's performing? I guess it should be role-playing. "S.H.E.L.D. Agent Deadpool jokingly pointed his pistol at Ma Jima's head.
"Am I right? Great Wizard! " Although Deadpool said this in a glib and frivolous tone, the cold touch of the muzzle still woke Ma Jima up in an instant. He didn't dare to pretend to be a ghost now.
He shouted, "Don't, don't shoot! Take whatever you want! "He regarded Deadpool, who came to disrupt the situation, as a robber.
Deadpool listened to Ma Jima's words and directly pulled his hair and walked out: "Is that so? Then I think you're pretty good. I just need a beautiful decoration in my garden. "
Ignoring Ma Jima's screams, Deadpool dragged him out. Before leaving, he said to the patients in the sauna room: "What are you still doing here stupidly? Are you going to steam all of us into Chinatown buns? "
… …
Master Imitation finished his day's work and spent his time drinking in the bar inside S.H.E.L.D...
He liked his job at S.H.E.L.D., teaching new agents some knowledge. Including grappling, the use of various vehicles, and a variety of cold and hot weapons. Master Imitation was a very talented person, and his muscle memory ability was very strong.
Captain Rogers's self-created shield fighting technique was quickly imitated by him after he saw it.
The salary was good, and the treatment was good. The key was that this was a serious job. Master Imitation felt that he could retire in S.H.E.L.D... And the agents of S.H.E.L.D., or all the agents who had been trained by him, still respected him. Because he was indeed a good teacher.
For example, now, an agent passing by said hello to him and at the same time told the bartender to pay for Master Imitation's drink.
Compared to the courtesy that Master Imitation received inside S.H.E.L.D., his good friend Deadpool was not so popular.
When the dead waiter clattered into the bar, the other agents intentionally or unintentionally avoided him. Because of Hawkeye's problems, many people inside S.H.E.L.D. didn't like him.
But due to the problem of public opinion (after all, when Deadpool discredited S.H.E.L.D., the public opinion was one-sided in condemning S.H.E.L.D.), so S.H.E.L.D. needed to accept him as if they had swallowed a pile of sh * t.
But they came in and arranged for him to be a member of the Avengers and used him as a sign. But that was the end of it.
Those who should hate him would still hate him, and no one would have a better relationship with him just because he became a colleague.
Even the bartender who had been chatting with Master Imitation walked away when he saw Deadpool sitting next to Master Imitation. It wasn't until Deadpool ordered a martini that he came over. But after pouring it, the bartender left again. He didn't want to stay with Deadpool any longer.
Master Imitation took a sip of the Chivas Regal in his glass: "You're back? Did you have a good time? "
Deadpool leaned back on the bar: "Except for a group of idiots who pinned their hopes on the scammers, everything was fine."
"I heard that you got 15 million?" Master Imitation asked unhurriedly.
"Yeah. It's really a lot of money. "Deadpool did not hide this:" I can probably buy a nice mansion with so much money. "
Master Imitation glanced at Deadpool: "So what about the mansion?"
"It was left in Caesars Palace in Las Vegas." Deadpool said carelessly: "I suspect they did something to the card game. I'll never get the points I want. "
"Hey ~" Master Imitation sighed: "Wade, aren't you tired of living like this?"
Deadpool waved his hand: "When you can have an immortal body like me, you will understand what it means to be light." Deadpool's words had a hidden meaning.
Master Imitation shook his head. After he finished the rest of the Chivas Regal in one gulp, he patted Deadpool on the shoulder: "Get some more money. Tommy, Jimmy, and the children of our former comrades are still waiting to pay for tuition and summer camp. "
Deadpool said in a very discouraged tone: "Oh my God! Why do we have to bear the alimony of these little kids and the wives or lovers of those dead guys? And we have to keep raising these little kids until they are eighteen years old?! "
Master Imitation waved at Deadpool before walking out of the bar: "Don't forget, you were the one who proposed the [Mutual Assistance Agreement]. In the mercenary career, if any of us is still alive, we are obligated to support the children and wives of our comrades. Whoever proposed it will be responsible to the end. Don't talk nonsense, if the 15 million is spent in Las Vegas, go to the Atlantic Ocean and win it back. "
Master Imitation strode away from the bar. Deadpool drank a martini. Although the bar was noisy, he was alone.
PS: It's true that cancer patients are fooled. I have relatives in my family who are like this. He is a very shrewd elder. In his life, only he has schemed against others, and no one has ever schemed against him.
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