Chapter 66: An inspirational story.
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After capturing Ra's Al Ghul, who was trying to escape by helicopter, David threw him into Wayne Manor in Gotham. As for how to deal with his father-in-law, that's Bruce's concern.
David and Clark quickly returned to the Smallville hospital.
Although with the Dionysian Factor, there's no need to worry even if Jonathan, the father, passed away. But how could he make his mother face such unbearable grief?
"Mom, we're back."
At the Smallville hospital, the door to the ward opened. The clock on the wall pointed to noon, twelve o'clock. David and Clark, who had hurried back all the way, entered the room.
Clark looked around cautiously, then locked the door from the inside and closed the curtains.
The strange scene that is going to happen might not be suitable for ordinary people to witness.
"Is this the spring water that can detoxify your father?"
Martha, with red eyes, stood up by the bedside and looked hopefully at the stone test tube in David's hand.
"Pretty much, Mom."
David looked at his unconscious father, Jonathan.
"Dad will wake up soon, as strong and healthy as before, as if nothing had happened."
After glancing at Kyla, David didn't send her away. Holding the test tube, he walked to Jonathan's side, touched his father's feverish forehead, and poured the contents of the test tube.
A deep green metallic liquid dripped onto Jonathan's unconscious forehead.
David stopped halfway, leaving some for his mother. He intended to see the effect first; if it didn't work, there would still be time to pour the rest.
The shimmering metallic green penetrated the skin, and flesh, and entered Jonathan's body like water seeping into the soil.
In front of this miraculous scene, Kyla's mouth opened with some shock.
Perhaps this truly was the holy water that could preserve youth and bring the dead back to life.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... a few dozen seconds passed.
In the room, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Humm!
Jonathan's nose gasped for air violently, as if emerging from a river after drowning or waking up from a nightmare. He opened his eyes, slightly startled, and sat up suddenly with a fright.
The heart rate monitor in the room beeped rhythmically, and the smell of disinfectant entered the nostrils.
His wife and two sons stood by with anticipation, along with an unfamiliar young girl.
"Hiss... where am I?"
He rubbed his dazed head as if he had slept for a very long time.
"Jonathan, do you feel that something is wrong?"
His wife Martha burst into tears of joy and asked with concern.
"No?"
Facing the concerned eyes of his two sons, he moved his arm and looked puzzled.
"There's feels something wrong."
Could it be that the residual effects of the poison haven't cleared, or the dosage of the wine god factor isn't sufficient? David was prepared to bring out the remaining Dionysian Factor.
"Since I turned thirty, I've never felt so young and strong. I think I could go to Old Burn's ranch now and become a cowboy without any issues."
Jonathan felt like he had endless energy coursing through his body and spoke to his family.
"You scared me, Jonathan."
Martha's relieved heart was startled, and she lightly scolded her husband with a light pat on his shoulder.
"That's great."
Seeing his father wake up, Clark was excited and happy. He patted his brother's shoulder enthusiastically.
"Later, Mom, you should still take Dad for a check-up."
David secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, but still expressed his concern.
As for the sudden improvement in the patient's poisoning, they could attribute it to the formula of an antidote hidden in the indigenous tribe.
As for the Dionysian factor, it was impossible to detect using normal technological means.
"Yes, David is right."
Martha agreed with him as well.
Jonathan remembered what happened before he fainted, looked at his family, and appeared contemplative.
Something strange seemed to have occurred during his unconscious state. He looked at Kyla in the hospital room with a hint of puzzlement.
"By the way, who is this child?"
He looked at his two sons and asked.
They appeared to be of the same age and should be familiar with each other.
...
After a thorough physical examination, Jonathan's body was unbelievably healthy, almost as healthy as a man in his thirties.
The astonished doctors heard about the detoxifying herbs and wanted to study them.
But David managed to get past this by using the excuse of tribal regulations against disclosing the information.
Jonathan and Martha packed up and left the hospital that day, preparing for the evening celebratory dinner. Kyla was busy helping with the preparations. To show their gratitude, the couple invited her to their house for dinner.
With the opportunity to get closer to Naman's parents, she gladly accepted and left.
Meanwhile, David and Clark were in front of another ward in the Smallville hospital. Through the transparent glass, they saw a middle-aged man whose heart rate suddenly dropped, and doctors were trying to resuscitate him. The defibrillator couldn't save his increasingly malfunctioning heart.
"David..."
Seeing that a life in front of him was about to fade, Clark was a little hesitant.
"Don't even think about it!"
He opened his mouth, and David knew what he wanted to say, refusing directly.
"The remaining spring water metal is for Mom."
"I..."
When Kyla investigated why the devil's flower, thought to be extinct for centuries, had reappeared, she incidentally investigated the identity of the man who had the accident. The next series of reasons wasn't difficult to deduce.
"Because he was ostracized by the mainstream scientific community for publishing crazily bold theories.
He wants to regain his honor through research and effort.
What an inspiring story."
David stared at the person in the hospital bed, his gaze cold.
"But you shouldn't involve my family."
This guy was not only unrelated and unworthy of the slightest Dionysian factor, but also implicated their family, nearly causing them to suffer disaster.
"I won't lay a hand on him, but I won't save him either."
Upon hearing David's words, Clark felt helpless.
Why bother laying a hand when it's clear the person won't survive?
"It's a pity, a brilliantly talented genius has died here."
A voice sounded, and Lex Luthor, dressed in an expensive suit, walked slowly from behind the two, coming to a stop, looking at the person in the ward who hadn't been successfully rescued, shaking his head.
"Lex, what are you doing here?"
Clark was surprised.
"I never knew there was a genius hidden in Smallville before," Luthor replied. "I wanted to visit today, but I missed it."
Looking at the person behind the glass who had been declared dead by the doctor, a sense of regret flashed in his eyes.
After having someone investigate the various strange stories of the town, he unexpectedly discovered that a once-famous figure in the scientific community was living in this Smallville.
In terms of the effects of meteorites on genetic evolution and mutation, this thesis paper coincided with his conjecture - meteorites were the origin of all the strangeness in Smallville.
"At three forty-six, patient's resuscitation was ineffective, resulting in death."
After announcing the patient's death, the doctor left the sick room.
"Being one step ahead is being a genius, being ten steps ahead is being a madman, Dr. Hamilton."
As nurses covered the physiologically deceased body with a white cloth, Luthor lowered his head, seemingly mourning the person in the ward.
"Do you highly approve of Dr. Hamilton's research?"
Luthor's purpose in coming might not be as simple as a visit, David speculated.
In fact, Dr. Hamilton had some reputation in Smallville, although many people hadn't seen him and didn't know his name, many had heard about a weird scientist who lived in a trailer in the woods, researching meteorites.
Luthor countered by asking, "You grew up in Smallville, haven't you noticed strange occurrences gradually happening after meteor showers?"
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