Chapter 150: Quantum Spider-man! Evil God Daily Life!
Hearing Ian’s inexplicably confident statement.
Gwen was a bit stunned.
“The universe wants me to take the curtain call? You won’t allow it?” Gwen looked at Ian in a daze, slowly raising her hand, clenching her fist, feeling the surging power within her body,
That was power stronger than her peak state.
The feeling of weakness, emptiness, as if it could collapse at any moment, was gone. In its place was an unprecedented sense of power—like someone had installed a reactor in her body.
“What exactly did you do? Did you trick the universe into going lame?” This was the only possibility Gwen could think of; she never doubted Ian’s bewitchment and trickery tactics.
A con artist’s bewitchment and trickery is gentle persuasion.
While Ian would use forceful brainwashing for trickery.
Can’t defend against it.
No one can defend against it.
“Look at how you say that, so hurtful! I don’t love tricking people; I just used my rules to overwrite the universe’s rules.” Ian corrected Gwen while looking at his personal panel.
【Name: Ian Kent】
【Ordinary Profession: Student lv8〔441/1280〕Writer LV4〔75/80〕Leader LV7〔112/640〕】
【Supernatural Profession: Berserker LV8〔1100/1280〕, Savage Tyrant lv10〔4751/5120〕【Entropy Lord Lv11〔1450/10240〕】【Aberration Master lv1〔1/10〕】】
【World Recognition: Key NPC】
【Talent Skills: Reverse Blood Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Life Feeding, Eternal Gift.】
【Professional Skills: Gene Oracle, Wrath of the Undying, Blasphemous Elegy, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect God Body, Eternal Day Eye 3rd level, Absolute Aerial, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger 3rd level……】
Compared to the previous personal panel, Ian’s current personal panel had one new profession, one new talent, and one new skill learned to save Gwen.
He had indeed become a tiny bit stronger than before. Due to 【Aberration Master】 being an ultimate profession for some reason, the attribute boost it brought him wasn’t bad either.
【Strength: 384—401】
【Constitution: 401—419】
【Intelligence: 26.1—40.7】
【Spirit: 136—155】
It was clear to see.
This was a profession that seemed balanced but was actually biased toward wisdom; the boosts to both 【Intelligence】 and 【Spirit】 were far greater than those from leveling up Ian’s other professions.
Ian’s thinking speed was faster now, so he seemed unusually “lively,” but he still couldn’t figure out why he had awakened 【Aberration Master】.
This profession wasn’t just exceptional in attribute boosts; even its leveling method was completely different from other professions, with a “more children, more blessings” vibe.
【Eternal Gift: The Creator’s authority is firmly grasped in your hand; mortals gaze at the stars, and the stars will eventually gaze at you. Life will undergo eternal evolution under your gaze.
You are no longer a mere practitioner, but an agent of life’s laws, able to infuse life with the boon of extraordinary leaps. All existences mutated by you will become extensions of your will.
This skill allows the owner to acquire a maximum number of familiars not exceeding their profession level. When your level reaches multiples of ten, the number of familiars you can have will increase once.
The stronger the gifted familiars, the more experience points you gain in daily settlements.】
Yes, this was a settlement-type talent passive. The entire 【Aberration Master】 profession levels up by sowing so-called boons, and Gwen was the first target to receive Ian’s profession initial boon.
【Gene Oracle: You can issue an oracle to a target’s genes, awakening mutant genes more suited to them rather than chaotic awakening. This skill helps you find familiars for targeted cultivation.
—If he ascends to the peak, you will be immortal forever!】
Ian had always been a relatively kind evil god. Because he had captured over a dozen abnormal species, to avoid the beautiful Gwen becoming beautiful only in the eyes of abnormal species,
He specifically learned this skill to treat Gwen. Yes, the reason Ian could save Gwen was by overwriting her missing genes with genes he bestowed. As a result, Gwen was no longer Spider-Woman but a mutant heroine, with Y genes in her body that pirated the X gene naming convention.
“Your rules can override the universe’s rules?” Gwen struggled to process the information Ian had said, mainly because his metaphors were sometimes incomprehensible to ordinary people.
“Yes, yes, your body flows with the genes I bestowed, so I’m now your rebirth parents…” Ian expressed somewhat coyly and shyly his expectation of hearing Gwen call him “Father.” It had to be “Father” because he hoped “Dad” would be exclusive to the Dream God.
Lord Evil God’s gentleness and thoughtfulness appeared in these details.
“Is this the truth? Or would you rather trick me, say you went through untold hardships, defeated some evil existence, and got Aladdin’s lamp.”
Gwen had heard Ian boast the most. Because of this, after the old era memory fragments gradually fused, she was somewhat shocked to discover that Ian wasn’t boasting this time.
Her body was really filled with the genes Ian gave!
“How could Aladdin’s lamp compare to me? I’m now the prolific Ian. The newly awakened ability satisfies me too much; I can openly make others call me daddy.”
“And the stronger you all are, the stronger I get. Everyone benefits; it’s the foundation for building a harmonious family.” Ian raised his arm, palm up. In an instant, countless fine dark red energy particles appeared above his palm, faintly resonating with some energy in Gwen’s body.
“…”
Gwen could clearly feel this connection too.
“You mean… you turned me into a mutant, so I’m no longer the original Spider-Man, right?” Gwen looked down at her hand and tried gently clenching it.
Crack!
The air was actually squeezed by her into a popping sound.
Setting aside Ian wanting her to call him Father, Gwen had to admit the power from the 【Evil God】 was indeed fierce. No wonder countless people in movies and novels couldn’t resist the evil god’s temptations.
“Isn’t it wow?”
Ian excitedly rubbed his hands, dragging the 【Imam Mental Illness Relief Center】 plaque he had made to Gwen’s bedside, then directly hoisted Gwen from the bed onto his shoulder.
“You’re now a Y gene mutant with a bright future ahead. Don’t dwell on Spider-Man stuff; let’s go test your new abilities!”
Ian shouldered the plaque on one side and Gwen on the other, his tone expectant as he quickly ran outside. After all, he was curious what supernatural gene he had bestowed on Gwen.
“Wait, I’m still a patient—” Before Gwen finished speaking, Ian pulled out a pillow from somewhere and stuffed it onto his shoulder where he was carrying Gwen.
Patients would of course receive patient treatment.
What was this called?
Lord Evil God’s thoughtfulness!
“…”
Gwen chose to accept her fate between speechlessness and roaring. She didn’t even dare say let her dad arrest Ian, since arresting an evil god was too much to ask of a chief.
Of course.
Old Man definitely wouldn’t be killed by the evil god. Based on the fused memory fragments, Gwen had no doubt that if she went to find Dad, this weirdo evil god would grab her great-grandfather and great-grandmother who immigrated to America during the War of Independence from somewhere, then have them scold her dad the grandson.
“He’s too strong; I can’t resist at all.” Gwen didn’t struggle; she was always good at reading the situation, so she found a reasonable excuse in her heart for not resisting.
Behold.
Just like that.
Gwen, who had lost the will to live, quietly stayed on Ian’s right shoulder, following him as they flew into mid-air, hanging the 【Imam Mental Illness Relief Center】 plaque below the 【New Justice League】.
“Does this name have any meaning?”
Gwen couldn’t quite understand Ian’s actions.
“Imam’s meaning is profound: the sharpest Ian in the world will use the identity of a dimension demon god to open an Arkham branch here.”
Ian explained the intent behind the name he had carefully chosen.
“What’s an Arkham branch?” Gwen could understand the first two explanations, but something nonexistent in the Marvel Universe was completely incomprehensible to her.
Just like she couldn’t understand why Ian was obsessed with New Justice League.
Regarding this.
Ian was very patient.
“Once, there was a child who was very smart but not strong, so he had a heart for progress and wanted to visit a place called the Arkham Talent Center.”
“However, the local bully smashed the child’s dream with a gun butt and threatened to cut off the economic source of the child’s family. The child cried for three days and nights but couldn’t fulfill his wish.”
“From that day, the child secretly swore: ten days Marvel, ten days DC, don’t bully the youth when poor; he would eventually build his own Arkham.”
Ian’s voice was full of emotion.
【Writer experience points +1】
He recited his sob story essay.
“That child was you, right?” Gwen was tricked by Ian into a daze, but she was much smarter than the little punk girl and knew Ian had used a billion rhetorical devices in this speech.
“The child can be me or anyone; I’m just a microcosm of everyone.” Ian spoke earnestly; he still loved standing on the moral high ground of philosophy and morality.
“Opening a mental hospital in a superhero base? Are you serious?” Gwen eyed the plaque sideways, unable to hold back her inner retort.
“Because the local superheroes here are all mental patients, so I need to treat the superheroes.” Ian gave an impeccable reason.
“…”
Gwen recalled Thor and Doctor Strange who liked pulling munitions from his appendix; her expression changed repeatedly, but she had to admit Ian’s reason was hard to refute.
Of course.
This statement wasn’t as impeccable as Ian thought.
“But you yourself… seem to need treatment too.” Gwen’s tone now lacked the previous hostility; it was very tactful. She did realize Ian was her savior no matter what.
“In fact, this is the suggestion from my psychiatrist. He thinks I should use the skills I learned from him to outdo the master and cure my followers.”
Ian’s serious statement was packed with information.
“You really have a psychiatrist????” Gwen was stunned. Having a mental patient treat other mental patients—what school did that psychiatrist graduate from to be such a genius!
“Yes, don’t make such a fuss. My psychiatrist is very skilled; he’s an authority expert. Trust him, no mistake.” Ian played to his strength of “easily trusting others.”
“Maybe you should suggest your psychiatrist see a psychiatrist too.” Gwen was set down from Ian’s shoulder and straightened her clothes, which someone had painted into a patient gown with pigment.
“No need, because Dr. Hannibal has been seeing psychiatrists longer than me, and his psychiatrist charges more than him.” Ian still didn’t know the truth about Dr. Hannibal.
He spoke based on his stereotype of Dr. Hannibal, his “outdated” knowledge.
“??????”
This statement left Gwen speechless; she suddenly felt Ian’s earlier claim was much more reasonable. Sure enough, among the people this evil god knew, she was probably the only normal one.
“You better not see a psychiatrist, or I’m worried your condition will worsen.” Gwen expressed her concern, looking at Ian with a strange gaze.
“I’ve always been deeply guarded; don’t worry. Let’s not dwell on these details—come try your new abilities.” Ian pointed to the deserted street around them.
Since New Justice League was established, Doctor Strange had set up protective magic around it: do not approach unless necessary, to avoid passersby encountering Lord Evil God during inspections.
Doctor Strange felt he had amassed great merit.
“I feel like I’m still Spider-Man.” Gwen was quite concerned about her current state—or worry was more accurate. Who knew if raising her hand would shoot out a piece of small intestine.
She was extremely nervous, breathing deeply like crazy, trying to recall the feeling of using web-slinging before.
“Whoosh~”
Finally, Gwen raised her hand, and a crystalline thread shot from her fingertip, but unlike past web-slinging, this thread glowed faintly silver-blue.
And the moment it touched the wall—buzz! The thread actually merged directly into the wall; the next second, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the entire wall surface, as if eroded by some energy.
“What is this?”
Gwen’s eyes widened; while relieved, she was also extremely surprised. She felt the web-slinging she shot, though not a small intestine, was quite eerie.
It was like it existed yet didn’t, piercing into reality.
“Looks like the ability I bestowed is still influenced by your original traits. Makes sense—Spider-Man is the most suitable path for you, and my boon will excavate that path.”
Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully, pulled out a small notebook, and quickly jotted notes. “So boring; I can’t even create from thin air an ability to make a mutant that satisfies me.”
The youth’s disappointed sigh made Gwen’s heart race with fear.
She was very glad her ability wasn’t 【custom】-made by Ian. Gwen tried shooting another thread, this time deliberately controlling the force—the thread split in mid-air into dozens of fine threads, each moving autonomously like it had life, even hovering in the air. It truly rooted into reality.
“This is no longer an ability a spider should have.”
Gwen murmured to herself, secretly amazed. She saw a fly land on the web, and then she could read the fly’s thought information and physical condition.
“No, no, this just means it’s not an ordinary Spider-Man. You’re now—Quantum Spider-Man!” Ian knew the principle that when in doubt, lean on quantum mechanics.
“Quantum Spider-Man?”
Gwen looked back at Ian several times.
“You just made that up, right?”
She mercilessly exposed Ian’s lie.
“Name doesn’t matter; as long as it’s cool!”
Ian deftly sophistry-ed; being exposed wasn’t once or twice. Someone frequently exposed naturally excels at sophistry.
“Quick, swing me like a swing.”
With that.
Ian jumped straight into Gwen’s arms.
“…”
Gwen subconsciously caught Ian and found him “self-adjusting” his lying position like a princess carry, perfect enough for a Hollywood demo.
“Isn’t it possible I need to grab the web-slinging with both hands?” Gwen couldn’t just drop her savior; she deeply experienced Lord Evil God’s repaying kindness with demands.
Behold.
As soon as the tactful words fell, Ian slithered like an eel from Gwen’s arms along her shoulder to her back, hanging there.
“Don’t say ‘giddyup! giddyup!'”… Gwen gave Ian a heads-up; in her fused old era memories, Ian had told her stories about Superwoman.
“Okay, okay.”
Ian couldn’t wait for the sense of achievement from creating the supernatural. Under his urging, Gwen pressed both hands to the wall and slowly climbed upward.
Extremely skilled.
The adhesion on her palms wasn’t from tiny hairs but a special power from her body. Gwen could feel that energy flowing in her blood.
Climbing up the wall to the top, Gwen stood on the rooftop, scanning the city again, feeling the wind brush her cheeks and bringing her lots of information.
That was information from places in the city the wind had blown through—what had happened there—just by skin contact with the wind, Gwen astonishingly discovered she could perceive every corner it had blown through in the city.
“My spider-sense… really became quantum sense?” Gwen glanced at the hands wrapping around from behind, choking her neck like a hanged ghost.
Her mood was very complex.
Also somewhat surging.
“Swish!”
As Gwen extended her hand again, she, carrying Ian, blurred for an instant; the next second, she appeared on a building ten meters away.
This translocation was like teleportation.
“Space jump?”
Ian raised an eyebrow.
As the 【Ian matrix】, he couldn’t clearly know what abilities the “seed” boon to others would nurture; 【Aberration Master】 wasn’t a profession for enslaving others.
Not really a bad thing.
And very reasonable.
After all, parents don’t necessarily need to control their children—that’s suffocating. Any enslavement will inevitably face resistance from the enslaved.
The main melody of the American Comics Universe is like this. In fact, as long as the “descendants” bring benefits to Ian, he’s quite satisfied.
Lord Evil God’s PUA is far more efficient than enslaving others.
See.
Today Gwen agrees to carry Ian; tomorrow she’ll agree to him riding on her neck. Sooner or later, Ian could grab Gwen’s twin tails and shout that heart-pounding syllable.
“Whoa~”
Thoughtful Ian remembered Gwen disliked “giddyup.” Just as Ian harbored his “nefarious” thoughts, Gwen had already leaped between several buildings.
“I feel this movement is more like ‘gliding along space’s threads.'” Gwen voiced her sensation; she could clearly touch the world’s veins.
Then “weave” her own net on the world’s veins.
And on this net.
What Gwen could do wasn’t just fast movement. She tried again; this time her body split into three afterimages in mid-air, attacking targets from three different angles simultaneously.
An unoffending trash can, what looked like Doctor Strange’s little electric donkey, and Thor’s battle axe left outside the Sanctum Sanctorum for chopping oak to make roasted meat.
They were all hit at nearly the same time.
“Schrödinger’s Gwen? Quantum superposition Gwen?” Ian said the marketing account exclusive terms he could think of. “See, I told you you’re Quantum Spider-Man now!”
His voice was full of joy.
After all, the stronger Gwen was, the more experience points he could settle daily. With only one familiar now, of course he hoped she’d be as strong as possible.
“I… don’t quite know, but it feels like I can do more.” Gwen was surprised herself; she took a deep breath and suddenly pressed both hands to the ground.
Boom!
Centered on her.
Countless silver-blue threads spread like waves, covering the entire block. Each thread was like an extension of her nerves; she could sense everything in range.
Stray cats in alleys, mice in underground pipes, even dust flow in the air. Like a special domain, Spider-Man had woven an information net in space.
“Is the mutant Y gene this strong?”
Gwen retracted the ability, breathing slightly heavily, but her eyes bright and filled with incredulous shock. She never imagined the ability Ian bestowed would be so legitimate.
“Anyway, definitely stronger than X gene. You might not know what X gene is because its copyright was sold.” Ian hadn’t discovered true mutants in this world.
Not even from old era Teacher Tony, so he speculated stories related to X gene mutants didn’t exist in his Marvel Universe.
“Your statements are still so obscure and hard to understand.” Gwen carried Ian back to the Sanctum Sanctorum entrance, then set down Ian who had somehow climbed onto her neck.
“Thanks.”
She didn’t retort Ian’s overreach but sincerely spoke after calming down, her bright eyes full of complex emotions.
For the bonds and friendships Ian always nagged about, after absorbing the shattered memories, Gwen now understood. She felt the evil god boy before her did have shining points—teaming up several times; most people might not see it as friendship or bonds.
However.
The boy before her was very certain about it. Even though the old era had dissipated, he still remembered and had saved her life several times.
A young evil god heavy on loyalty?
Perhaps so.
“Thank you for saving my life and giving me new power.” Gwen’s voice was soft but earnest. Ian waved it off pretending nonchalance.
“No big deal, no need to be so formal. Just remember my kindness.” Still emphasizing, Ian as always hoped to spread his kindness.
Gwen smiled.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Her expression helplessly responded.
“Good as long as you remember; then I need to test you.” Ian stared at Gwen for two seconds, suddenly grinned, and pulled a neatly folded paper from his pocket.
He solemnly handed the prepared paper to Gwen.
“What’s this?”
Gwen puzzledly took the paper, unfolded it, and her expression froze.
Behold.
The paper clearly had a themed essay.
《On My Gratitude for the Kindness of the Great Existence Ian—A Thank You Letter.》 At this moment, Gwen suspected Ian had studied in some small country.
Detailed requirements below.
【The thank you letter must be no less than 50,000 English words.】
【Content must cover detailed descriptions of Ian’s kindness in saving life, granting power, guidance, enlightenment, inspiration, and more.】
【Must be sincere, no perfunctory work; if incomplete or skimped, defined as “exposing ungrateful white-eyed wolf traits” and sent for transformation.】
Gwen’s mouth twitched; her mood was utterly depressed.
She originally wanted to get sentimental, but now had no emotion left. Still, she gritted her teeth, pocketed the paper, and looked up at the scrutinizing Ian.
“I’m good at writing thank you letters.” Even the best linguist and reading comprehension expert would struggle to decode the emotions in Gwen’s statement.
She was already calculating in her head how long 50,000 words would take.
“Good good good, I knew you truly appreciate me.” Ian’s scrutinizing expression instantly changed; he grinned and patted Gwen’s shoulder.
Leader vibe perfectly executed.
“Just the thank you letter? Nothing about soul degradation or such?”
Gwen stared oddly at the evil god opposite, pondering words in her heart, preparing to ask the true cost of this power.
“Beep beep beep~”
A piercing horn interrupted her. Both turned to see a truck printed with “Advanced Medical Equipment” parked at the Sanctum Sanctorum entrance.
“Here, here.”
Ian excitedly waved at the truck.
“Is this the second-hand medical instruments you ordered with extra payment?” From the driver’s seat poked a middle-aged man’s head, puzzled why no suited doctor was waiting at the destination.
“Yes yes yes, right here! Bring them in!” Ian flung open the somewhat obstructive Sanctum Sanctorum door, setting it aside, clearing a wide path for the porters.
“Got it!”
The driver double-checked the plaque number was correct.
Seven or eight porters jumped from the passenger side—South Asians deeply rooted in trucking. They opened the truck doors and began the laborious transport work.
Workers shouldered heavy CT machines, slowly shuffling through the Sanctum Sanctorum door; the metal base scraped harshly on the marble floor.
“Careful! This thing costs ten years of your salary!” The lead foreman wiped sweat and cursed, unaware he was transporting modern medical equipment in a magic sanctuary.
“Aren’t you really opening a hospital?”
Under Gwen’s stunned gaze,
The MRI shell gleamed coldly in sunlight; two strong men pushed a cart loaded with heart monitors, wheels squeaking in protest.
“I could buy new equipment, but second-hand’s yellowish look fits the mental hospital vibe.” Ian directed the workers placing the instruments.
These were standard for any New York hospital—bought from others. With enough money, America hospitals would even unplug patients’ respirators on the spot. Thanks to New Teacher Tony’s funding, Ian got what he wanted quickly.
America’s transaction efficiency depends on money power. Gwen arms-folded watched workers place respirators, dialysis machines, etc., on oak bookshelves once holding magic tomes. Most jarring was the strange patient bed in the rune array center.
After porters left, Gwen’s gaze fell on the oddly shaped patient bed in the hall center—more like a medieval torture device upgrade than a bed.
“What is this? Why belts, shackles, and… those electric shock connectors?” She finally asked, unable to hold back; hadn’t wanted to speak in front of porters.
Afraid they’d call the police after leaving.
“This is highly professional custom medical equipment! Specially to scare patients into quick recovery. Arkham has it, so we must; this is benchmarking industry leaders.”
Ian patted the bed frame; it thudded dully with metal.
“Scare patients…”
Gwen’s expression was odd, wanting to say more. As she opened her mouth, rustling came from behind. Turning, Dr. Helen Zhao emerged from a hidden door, hair messy, glasses askew—clearly woken from nap by the moving noise.
“Gwen?” Dr. Helen Zhao adjusted her glasses, surprised, scanning her. “You’re recovering well… no, outrageously well.”
With that.
The doctor’s gaze turned to Ian, eyes full of scientific curiosity: “What methods did you use exactly? Theoretically, her gene chain couldn’t self-repair.”
“Your mystical methods already failed.” Dr. Helen Zhao recalled Ian’s mentioned Lucifer; she didn’t dare bring up that feather now.
“Mystical methods are just that. I used power stronger than mysticism—I let her join my evil god family.”
Ian proudly declared.
He awakened Gwen with love.
“Uh…”
Gwen’s new spider-sense triggered; she whipped around to stare at Ian, fearing his next words would be about bestowing fatherly love—totally something Ian would say.
Of course.
Dr. Helen Zhao didn’t realize this.
At this moment.
The doctor’s expression froze.
“What evil god?”
Her voice carried fear, recalling Ian’s prior Lucifer mention; the smart doctor had a very, very bad premonition.
“He’s the evil god; this is the evil god church. No one proudly announced this when you were tricked in?” Gwen looked surprised at Dr. Helen Zhao.
She didn’t know this doctor well yet.
“!!!????”
Dr. Helen Zhao’s face paled instantly; she backed several steps, “thud” crashing into a big box behind. The lid flipped, revealing neatly stacked inside.
Fifty batteries.
Now even the air froze.
Dr. Helen Zhao stiffly looked down at the batteries, up at the multi-function “patient bed,” then slowly shifted gaze to Ian’s handsome-to-unreal face.
“You… you aren’t planning electrotherapy on us, right?”
Her voice trembled.
Her mind conjured countless scenarios.
“No no no! Misunderstanding! These batteries are for going out! I saw many bicycles outside; only Doctor Strange has a little electric donkey.”
“Can’t have that; if you go out, others will think Lord Ian’s followers can’t afford electric bikes. For my face, you need to ditch the bicycle habit.”
“Electric bikes are way better than bicycles; it’s not the apocalypse… and we have Thor! With Thor, we don’t need to pay electric bills!”
“We can even make the power company owe us!” Ian’s voice was passionate and wise; his words plunged the scene into silence again.
“????”
“????”
Gwen and Dr. Helen Zhao both had indescribable expressions. They couldn’t help imagining everyone queuing for Thor to charge electric bikes—an absurd scene.
“Did you ask if Thor would do that…”
Gwen figured the cook would fly into a rage—and right then, a blinding lightning split the Sanctum Sanctorum dome. Amid flying bricks, a blond strong man face-planted into the hall center, smoking, Mjolnir in hand sparking electricity. Speaking of Thor, he arrives.
“Seems someone was talking about me.”
Thor staggered toward a pillar.
“Hello, I’m Thor. What is this place?” Stars in his eyes, he asked the pillar; this made Dr. Helen Zhao and Gwen’s expressions even more colorful.
“See, superheroes need psychiatrists.” The voice rang out; Gwen and Dr. Helen Zhao looked—somehow Ian had donned a white coat.
Not just a stethoscope on his chest.
He even pulled out gold-rimmed glasses to wear.
Looking the part.
“Why take Thor’s hammer?”
“To test the patient’s knee-jerk reflex first; that’s how it’s done in TV series.”
Question and answer.
Nearly sobered Thor.
