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"A lesson without pain is meaningless. That's because no one can gain without sacrificing something. But by enduring that pain and overcoming it, he shall obtain a powerful, unmatched heart."
– Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)
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In the Indian subcontinent, the standard of living per capita is generally low.
In a remote town, there are endless rows of dilapidated houses, whether it is leaky windows, leaky ceilings that can see the sky or narrow streets, the chaotic environment that has not been carefully cleaned up, silently tells the poverty here.
This afternoon, some elderly poor people sat lazily at the door, idly watching people coming and going on both sides of the street.
In the afternoon, it is the time for work. Unfortunately, it is too poor here. Only a few people can find an ideal job, and more people have to work hard for a better life in the future.
"Hey, old Qiao Khan, are you getting better?"
"Well, I can kill a cow with one punch now! The new doctor is amazing!" Old Qiao Khan grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and brightened his dry muscles like a demonstration.
A year ago, a kind and low-key doctor came here. The level of medical skills is very high, and the fees are very conscientious. He quickly became famous in the local area, and the neighboring town also heard of this doctor's reputation. Many poor people prefer If you walk a few kilometers, you have to see him specifically
It is said that this is a very low-key doctor with glasses, a square face, slightly curly black hair on top of his head, a strong body, and a scholar in temperament.
always has a pair of melancholy eyes, which attracts the attention of many young women in the area. Every time this doctor travels, there will be a group of young girls peeking through the window.
This is a doctor with a gentle personality. No matter how angry or grumpy the patient is, and he has never been angry, he doesn't seem to be angry at all. Gentle and polite, he will always be the label of this doctor.
Everyone here loves him and is willing to contact him.
The doctor happened to pass by with a dilapidated medical box on his back. It was a somewhat outdated medical box. It can be seen that it was a product many years ago. Even the **** was a little damaged. A line drooped, with the breeze. Floating gently.
When the doctor saw Old Qiao Khan, he smiled and said hello, and said gently: "Hello, Qiao Khan, how are you feeling?"
"Oh, doctor, thank you so much, you saved my life..." Old Qiao Khan stood up helplessly, grateful, and looked at him with respect, full of reverence.
The doctor smiled. He has always treated everyone here like this. Whether it is the poor or the rich man who came here, he has always been unhurried.
The local poor people heard that a rich man in a big city heard about the level of a doctor, and he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire him as a private doctor. He was willing to equip him with special office and research equipment, and he was also willing to pay monthly A big reward.
The doctor refused decisively, which made many poor people feel lucky and puzzled.
But this is how the doctor lives in a slum, making many people think that he is a volunteer who specializes in treating poor people.
Only the doctor himself knows that he came here purely helpless. To suppress the beast in his body, he had to do this.
Poor places have the benefits of poor places, a sparser population, simpler things, and not too many accidents. This place is the best retreat he chose.
Bruce Banner, after the First World War in New York, he fled the United States after untold hardships, crossed the vast Pacific Ocean, bypassed the Indian Ocean, and came to the Indian subcontinent. He especially found such a small town and lived as a doctor.
Everyone says that he has a good temper. In fact, the opposite is true. He likes anger most of the time. The anger is like a catalyst for his body. The senses of the body tell him that he likes anger.
Anger can make him do things he can never do.
And the price is that the beast is easily released, and then everything is over, not only will he be completely exposed, but everyone here will not be able to live.
In the past few years, similar things have happened too many times. Whenever he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by ruins, incomplete corpses everywhere, various intestines and internal organs, like materials for graffiti. Colorfully spread on the messy ground, drawing a distinctive color.
That is the color of madness and despair.
Fortunately, over the past year or so, he has been desperately learning the skills of yoga and qi training and has been able to better control his emotions. For more than a year, that beast has never appeared.
But the anger that still existed in his body told him that the terrible thing had never disappeared. He was always there, living in his body and staring at him angrily.
After being released again, he was greeted by even more tyrannical destruction. The long-term depression made the green beast irritable, and its anger grew stronger day by day.
Banner returned home in a hurry. At this time of the day, it was his time to practice yoga, which was very helpful for him to better control his continuous anger.
He moved the medical kit behind him, took the rusty key around his waist, and opened the closed door of the house. This action is very skilled, he has repeated this action countless times in the past year.
A slight noise sounded behind him.
"I won't see a doctor today, come back tomorrow," Banner said without looking back.
The sound behind stopped abruptly, and a non-emotional gaze stared at him.
Beast-like intuition made Banner subconsciously freeze~www.mtlnovel.com ~ This is a unique feeling, a sense of threat and hostility, the coolness rushed to the top of his head, and some hairs began to appear at first.
"Finally can't help but come to your door, which organization is you from? The federal government? The military? Or some other messy organization?"
He sighed, turned around slowly, and cautiously looked at the owner, but his face changed quickly. He guessed wrong.
That's not a person.
is a small robot with all facial features and distinct limbs. The scarlet light blooms from the electronic pupil of this small robot, which makes people shudder.
There is a narrow street between , and **** piles up on the ground from time to time. A piece of waste paper is blown up by the wind and falls obliquely in the middle of the street. Another gust of wind spreads the curled paper out against the ground.
One person, one machine, looking at each other a few meters away.
Bruce Banner watched silently for a few seconds, without saying a word, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only slowly open the door and walk in.
In his spare time, he also surfs the Internet. Naturally, he is not unfamiliar with this kind of robot and even bears it in his heart for some reason.
Language has become the most surplus at this time.
That person finally came to him for revenge.