Looking at the Black individual thrashing on the ground and cursing, Johnny lowered his Pistol a few more degrees. The surrounding gang members, who were observing, took a step back, all raising a flag of 'not my business'.
To be honest, Johnny hated being threatened the most, especially by such weaklings.
Just as Johnny was about to take his next action, a voice sounded in his ear.
"Isn't this Night Owl, the rising star of the assassin world, a three-star assassin?"
Hearing this, Johnny looked towards the clinic. Its door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit, holding a walking stick, walked out.
Listening to the man's words, Johnny raised an eyebrow, then delivered a whip kick to the head of the Black individual who had just managed to stand up.
Bang!
It's good to be young; you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
"The arc force of a whip kick causes the head to undergo severe angular acceleration, leading to shear motion of brain tissue, triggering diffuse axonal injury (DAI), which manifests as axonal rupture and neurological dysfunction."
"The temporal squama (the thinnest area of the skull) is prone to linear or depressed fractures upon impact, possibly accompanied by rupture of the middle meningeal artery, leading to an epidural hematoma. The inertial force of the impact causes brain tissue to collide with the inner wall of the contralateral skull, forming a contrecoup injury."
"Mild TBI (commonly known as concussion), PCS (post-concussion syndrome), CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy). The left side of the head, due to the thin temporal bone and superficial middle cerebral artery, is more susceptible to epidural hematoma or motor aphasia."
As Johnny delivered that kick, the man rapidly spouted some professional terms, leaving Johnny stunned.
Good heavens, quite professional, diagnosing my real-time actions.
Johnny glanced at the Black individual who had already passed out, thought for a moment, then aimed his Pistol at his heart and fired a shot, followed by another shot between his eyebrows.
"Cut the grass, but don't remove the roots, and you won't be able to leave at midnight."
Johnny smiled, then casually disassembled the firearm into parts and tossed them onto the Black individual.
The man said nothing about Johnny's actions.
After all, treating these gang members was merely his hobby.
He couldn't get too involved in their life-and-death struggles.
However, he admired Johnny's decisive action, because his efficiency was higher than that of the gang members currently waiting for treatment.
As for how he knew this man was called Night Owl, it was because a certain Russian man had told him.
"Come in, I'll take a look at you."
House acutely noticed Johnny's injuries: one on his left shoulder, one on his right leg.
Johnny followed House inside. The other gang members dared not interrupt their consultation; they didn't even dare to contradict Johnny, because if House got angry, no one would treat them. After all, there was only one doctor with such superb medical skills, and he didn't come often.
"House, pleased to meet you."
After entering the clinic, House turned and extended his right hand to Johnny.
Seeing the other party's enthusiasm, Johnny naturally extended his right hand and shook his, saying, "Johnny."
"A very simple introduction, but you really should have an English name." House withdrew his right hand, complaining, "You know, Chinese names can sometimes be quite a mouthful to pronounce."
Walking to a corner of the office, he sat down, "Compared to your name, I prefer your codename."
Sitting down, House looked at Johnny, then stared at his left shoulder, "Grenade?"
Johnny, having sat down, glanced at his left shoulder, then nodded.
House stood up and came to Johnny's side, "Don't be nervous. Ghost Wolf is my friend. I've heard your deeds from him. To be honest, it's the first time I've heard him praise someone."
House's hands kept pulling back Johnny's clothes a little, then he examined the wound, "Not bad, no vital organs were hit. It just cut the skin, and some muscle tissue also ruptured."
"You'll need a few stitches; it will heal faster that way. But I'm out of anesthetic here, so you might need to endure it for a while."
As he said this, the corner of House's mouth curved into a smile, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
Johnny had no objections. Getting better faster was naturally the best option; otherwise, dragging an injured body made everything inconvenient.
House nodded, then walked aside and began to prepare some surgical suturing tools. In a short while, they were ready, and he returned to Johnny's side.
"If the Pain Tolerance becomes unbearable, you can say so."
Then House was about to start. He disinfected the triangular needle in his hand, then threaded a nylon line through the needle's eye.
The needle tip was triangular, sharp, and highly penetrating, suitable for tough tissues like skin and ligaments, effectively reducing tissue tearing.
Johnny, meanwhile, glanced at the bottom right corner of his vision. His Pain Tolerance was almost at Lv3; currently, it was Lv2 (87/100).
It was strange; the proficiency of this Pain Tolerance increased at an incredibly slow rate. After all the injuries he had sustained on this journey, it stubbornly refused to reach Lv3. Was it because his injuries weren't severe enough?
As House used forceps to grip the triangular needle and began suturing, Johnny's left shoulder gave a sharp twitch.
To be honest, it did hurt a bit, but not to an outrageous degree.
House was also a little surprised, because apart from the initial twitch, the guy made no other movements, just quietly allowing him to complete all 27 stitches.
"It's truly incredible that your Pain Tolerance has reached such a level."
House's astonishment was evident. He had intended to see how this budding assassin dealt with pain, but what he hadn't expected was such a calm demeanor.
To be honest, this did surprise him a bit, as he had treated many top assassins, but none of them had been as composed as Johnny.
Even Ghost Wolf, before he became famous, House had treated his gun wounds, but at that time, he was enduring it to the extreme. Even John Wick was the same.
But the key was, this young man in front of him was only in his early twenties, where did he get such strong resilience and endurance?
In fact, Johnny himself hadn't noticed that this Pain Tolerance indeed had a slight effect. At least during the suturing process, the pain he felt was merely like a mosquito bite.
He even felt like reaching out and scratching it.
The wound on his leg was much better, but it still required 5 stitches, followed by bandaging.
After all this was done, Doctor House took out a silk scarf from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then sat down again.
"What's the charge?"
Johnny asked directly. He knew there was no free lunch in the world, and free things were often more expensive.
Asking for the price upfront was a good habit.
"One gold coin, or do one thing for me."
Doctor House was also very direct.
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Thanks to the big boss Jiong Pu for the explosive update and flowers, and thanks to Mr. Song 1911 for the Update reminder (Update reminder is a Chinese internet term, a 'Update reminder' is a virtual item or a gesture used by readers to urge an author to update their work faster. It doesn't have a direct, elegant English equivalent that fits naturally into a novel, so it's best left as is or briefly explained if context allows. Here, it's in a meta-commentary section, so the Chinese term is fine.).
Many bosses are saying that Johnny should be strengthened, and now I will reply uniformly.
His path is still long, and skill mastery is a gradual process. In reality, a person's Shooting ability is cultivated by feeding them 20,000 rounds of ammunition a year. Do you really think that just knowing how to shoot can make you great quickly?
Moreover, Johnny's improvement is all-encompassing. Shooting is just one aspect, including combat, reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, quick reaction, driving, and so on. And each item has sub-items; it's impossible to achieve overnight.
From his apprenticeship (March 25, 2014) to now in Marseille (July 6, 2014) is less than 4 months. Adding John's crash course, it's only 6 months, making a total of 10 months. How incredibly powerful can he become?… With this calculation, no one should think his growth is slow, right? In fact, it's even a bit too fast.
I keep track of my timeline. As for why missions always have twists and turns, he does have normal missions too, but they are all easily completed without pressure. If he didn't have a disaster-prone physique, the bosses would find it boring, right? How can you improve without pressure? Right (smile).
As for money, he is already very wealthy, and his equipment is being updated, so there's no rush.
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