Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 218 Rescue Ben Parker

The convenience store owner rushed out of the store and yelled for help to the casual pedestrians on the street, but no one paid attention to him. In his anxiety, he saw Peter Parker who hadn't left yet.

"Hey, kid, help me, you just saw that too, didn't you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with me." Peter said coldly, hiding the milk in his sleeve, and was about to turn around and walk away. He didn't know what his actions tonight would bring to his future life, but he was still just a Young people are easily swayed by emotions, as long as it makes him feel at ease, it doesn't seem to be a big deal to condone a gangster stealing.

"You bastard!"

"boom!"

A gunshot suddenly sounded in the silent night, making Peter's heart tremble, and his footsteps of leaving quickly also stopped.

Because the roar before the gunshot was very familiar, so familiar that his mood fell to the bottom in an instant, and he turned around in disbelief. The long-haired man who ran away with a beer in a panic caused his brain to crash, and nothing but panic remained.

Staggering and running across the road, Peter knelt on the ground, looked at the wound on Uncle Ben's abdomen that was still gushing blood, and pressed it down with trembling hands, but the blood, which symbolized vitality, was still flowing out, wet It took off Uncle Ben's clothes and stained a large area of ​​the ground red.

"I, my God! Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben!!! God, don't do it, Uncle Ben! Somebody! Somebody, help Uncle Ben! I beg, I beg you, come here Save Uncle Ben!"

Peter Parker cried out helplessly, but now on both sides of the street, apart from the dim streetlights, there was only endless darkness. The pedestrians who could still be vaguely seen just now speeded up and left, and the owner of the convenience store was nowhere to be seen. gone.

This society, on this night, showed its coldest side to Peter, and this cold doom was caused by Peter, at least, in his mind.

The long-haired man had disappeared, Peter's heart was also swallowed by the flames of self-blame, Uncle Ben's face turned pale, he had lost consciousness, and at this bleeding speed, unless surgery, blood transfusion , there may still be a slight possibility of being saved, but this can only be a luxury.

The nearest hospital is several streets away. Peter can carry Uncle Ben to go there quickly, but running so violently will only make Uncle Ben's wound bigger, the bleeding will intensify, and his death will be accelerated. Doing nothing would at best delay Uncle Ben's death.

This is a dilemma, and it is also an unsolvable cruel fact. No matter whether he tries or not, Peter cannot save Uncle Ben. At this moment, fate seems to be doomed.
In the erratic consciousness, soft footsteps sounded behind him. Peter looked back blankly, and a figure in pure black appeared in his field of vision, with street lights shining behind him. It seemed that he was leading from the endless darkness. Here comes some light.

The figure squatted down and patted Peter on the shoulder. The familiar face also woke Peter's consciousness.

"Bruce, Mr. Bruce"

A silver-white first-aid kit appeared in Bruce's hands. In the cold night, he took off his coat and put it on Peter, then looked at Ben Parker's pupils, "Let me come, Peter, nothing will happen, trust me Me, okay?"

While speaking, Bruce entered the password, and the small silver-white first-aid kit automatically opened. Then, Bruce took out the hemostatic spray, directly lifted Ben Parker's shirt, and sprayed on his wound for more than ten seconds.

The blood that couldn't be stopped before miraculously stopped oozing, Peter's eyes widened, and he leaned over, but Bruce said lightly: "You'd better not come over now, don't touch him, if the wound ruptures again, he will The situation will be much worse than it is now.”

Hearing this, Peter abruptly stopped his outstretched hand, and just looked at Bruce with a pleading face. All his hopes are now pinned on Bruce. If Bruce is helpless in the end, he feels that he will definitely collapse.

He took out a first aid agent, and when the cold air above dissipated slightly, Bruce found the vein on Ben Parker's neck and injected it.

After finishing all this, Bruce put away the small first aid kit, then stood up calmly, waited by the side, and took out his mobile phone.

He didn't worry much about Ben Parker's safety, because his injury was almost the same as that of Steve Trevor in "Wonder Woman" last time, it was a gunshot wound, and Steve Trevor After Levor injected the first aid agent, it took only a few days for him to go to the task with Bruce alive and well.

Although Ben Parker is a bit older, at least it is not a big problem to save his life now, at most it will take longer to recover.

But Peter didn't know Bruce's self-confidence. He anxiously watched Bruce's movement of making a phone call, and then looked at Uncle Ben who seemed to be in a deep sleep with a calm expression on his face. He said tremblingly, "Mr. Bruce, Uncle Ben, How is he now?"

Bruce looked at Peter, whose face was still a little flustered with blood on his hands, and couldn't help comforting him softly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, I assure you, Peter."

After all, the phone was connected, "Hi, this is Butch Hospital."

"Hello, here is a patient with a gunshot wound. We need the most urgent medical treatment. Please be prepared. Money is not a problem. We are here now."

Watching Bruce hang up the phone, Peter held Uncle Ben's hand tightly, feeling his steady breathing instead of sporadic at this time, and couldn't help pressing his hand tightly to his cheek, two lines of hot tears It also overflowed from the eye socket again.

"Thank you, Mr. Bruce."

In the cold night, the boy was wearing a coat and murmuring in a low voice.

Half an hour later, looking at Uncle Ben being sent into the operating room, Peter couldn't help squeezing his bloody and sweaty hands, and then slowly sat on the bench outside the operating room.

A cup of steaming coffee suddenly appeared in front of him, Peter looked up, Bruce smiled at him, "Go on."

Peter took it in silence. Seeing this, Bruce sat beside him holding a cup of hot coffee, "The police will be here soon, and Aunt May will be here too. You need to make some notes with them later, and I will take care of Aunt May." Yes, don't worry."

The peaceful words were the warmest comfort Peter had ever heard, as if he remembered his bastard behavior tonight. If Bruce hadn't appeared in time, he would never forgive himself in his life, and he didn't dare to imagine that he How should I face Aunt May.

Neither of them spoke anymore. After a while, Bruce turned his head, but saw Peter's slightly trembling shoulders, and his lowered head. The puddle of tears on the floor under the light made Bruce sigh inwardly. .

After all, a child
Rubbing Peter's hair, Bruce leaned against the wall and gently took the boy's shoulders, "I won't comfort you by saying that you're not wrong, Peter, but you didn't cause all this, even if you have to take responsibility for it." Some responsibility, remember everything about tonight, remember this painful lesson, and, from tonight, these are your responsibilities, child."

(End of this chapter)