After listening to Jamal's words, Lucius no longer bothered to quarrel with Officer Bill, and hurriedly grabbed Dr. Barron and rushed into his son's ward.

Dr. Barron opened Andrew's eyelids and looked at it, then checked the data on the instrument next to him, and then said to the worried Lucius: "Mr. Lyon, Andrew is fine. He lost too much blood and has temporarily fainted.

Go over there and you'll wake up in a few minutes."

"What? Andrew lost so much blood yesterday afternoon, didn't you give him a blood transfusion?" Lucius asked in surprise.

Dr. Barron smiled bitterly and said: "Our Maria Hospital is very famous even in the East City. How could we make such a low-level mistake? It is probably because those police officers just drew blood again!"

As he spoke, he turned to Jamal and asked: "Son, have the police taken your brother's blood?"

"Yes, they drew a large tube of blood, and by the way, my blood was drawn too," Jamal replied.

Lucius had calmed down at this time, showed a thoughtful expression, and murmured to himself: "Has the conflict between the government and mutants become this acute now? The local police stations have begun to get involved, and

The reaction speed is so fast and the actions are so unscrupulous, the storm is about to come!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Andrew woke up with a "Uh-huh" sound. Seeing this, Lucius could no longer think about the mutant issue.

He walked directly to Andrew's bedside and opened the quilt with a swish, "Jesus, how did it look like this? Doctor Barron, can this still be used?"

Dr. Barron walked over and fiddled with it twice, pondered for a moment, and said to a beautiful red-haired female nurse in her early 20s: "Jessica, come here and check him out!"

30 seconds later, Dr. Barron exclaimed: "It's a miracle, it's a miracle. It was just broken into two pieces yesterday afternoon and it's ready to use this morning! Oh my god, isn't Andrew really a mutant? Although he is a bit ugly and a bit ferocious.

, but at least it’s healed, why is this?!”

Stunned Lucius: Maybe, maybe, probably, maybe, more than mine...

In the morning, Maya at the dining table heard the system prompt again. She immediately put down her plate, wiped her mouth with a paper towel and said, "Jennifer, eat slowly. I'm going to the bedroom to read."

After closing the door, Maya secretly shouted in her consciousness: "System, show my influence value and attribute column!"

Impact value: 59538

(Originally 58906, -9500 healing, +8300 last night's action scalpel energy gun, +1832 this morning's incident of Andrew Jiji being watched)

Newly added attributes:

Space attribute development: Bronze lv5, 65% (first time involved in the space field, keep working hard!)

Medical Ninjutsu: Gold lv7, 35% (Tsunade's comment: Maya, come and be my apprentice! You are the enhanced version of the combination of Karin and Sakura. In just a few hours, you have developed your own medical Ninjutsu. You are

The kind of genius Konoha needs!)

Although Maya was very excited to be able to develop the healing technique from silver level 7 to gold level 7, she was also mentally prepared. After all, she had treated Andrew last night, and her medical ability was indeed worthy of the evaluation of gold level skills.

What really surprised her was that in just a few hours last night, she had gained 8,300 influence points. If she does this a few more times, she won't be afraid of the black face of non-Emirates when it comes to making money!

It's a pity that hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel!

"Damn it! You ungrateful American devils, my president saved your lives. Everyone only has one life! It's okay if those onlookers don't give you influence points, but you 23 people only give them in total.

It has an impact value of 141 points, which is too much!”

That night, Maya had just saved an overturned bus. If she hadn't stopped the large truck that was ramming at high speed in time, the pedestrians around would not know what would have happened. At least the passengers on the bus and the driver would not have been saved.

.

As a result, she waited for a long time but did not hear the system prompt. When she opened the impact value panel, Maya almost vomited blood.

Not to mention those sporadic +0.01, the rescued people are also +8 and +9. I think when I rescued the abducted people, each person was worth two to three hundred land. Even a few days ago, the minimum for saving one person was +50.

,Has human life become worthless now?

Especially these two days, there is no longer a daily income of 8,000+, and it is very difficult to even break 2,000. New Yorkers seem to have become accustomed to Spider-Man, and even the news only mentions it casually, and no longer grabs the headlines!

In fact, Maya's guess was correct. People in Manhattan have really become accustomed to the existence of Spider-Man in their lives. They take his behavior of saving people and catching criminals as a matter of course. The rescued people also have instincts when they see that it is Spider-Man who saves them.

Due to this idea, many criminals have even begun to avoid this time period, preferring to rob during the day rather than commit crimes in the middle of the night.

"Forget it, let's take a break from now on. The influence points earned by wandering out every day are getting less and less, and the speed of my "Hansen Immortal Ninja" training has slowed down a lot. Matthew seems to be a little insistent.

I can’t stand it anymore, alas!”

While sighing, Maya walked into a Turkish barbecue restaurant at the corner of the street.

"Boss, give me two portions of barbecue. Put less cumin and less spicy. Prepare it for me first, and then I'll go to the supermarket next door to buy something!"

"Okay, two portions of Spider-Man's barbecue, old flavor, $30, take away!" The waiter recorded the bill skillfully, not showing the slightest excitement about Spider-Man visiting his barbecue restaurant.

The shadow clone did not wait for the barbecue, but turned around and went to the small supermarket next door, "Hey, Pete! Give me two boxes of tofu, a pound of raw mutton rolls, and a 1.5L bottle of fresh juice."

Peter put down the radio in his hand, stuffed something into the paper bag, and asked: "Spider-Man, I heard that you have become prosperous recently, and many businesses are looking for endorsements from you. Can I see you in TV commercials in the future?"

The shadow clone leaned on the counter and said casually: "The price has not been negotiated. Now only Coca-Cola is willing to help me pay the tax and open an exclusive account for me. Now, look, the trademark is posted here!"

With that said, Maya patted the word Coca-Cola on the three-dimensional motorized box.

"Hey, if you don't tell me, I haven't noticed it yet, but I still think the black spider stripes from before are cooler. In fact, you can help those singers play songs. Your subwoofer is very famous in New York, and many people praise your taste.

It’s true, any song you listen to, their albums are always big sellers.”

"Forget it, I just make some money to buy late-night snacks. The songs are all my favorites. I advertise for others. Isn't that making my own ears suffer?" Maya waved her hand and explained.

Old Pete gave a thumbs up and said: "Well said! The most important thing is that my family is happy. It is said that money cannot buy it. I am happy. Well, your things cost a total of 8 US dollars."

"Here, 10 dollars, the rest is a tip."
Chapter completed!