Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Lu Mingfei wanted to continue persuading him, but after turning a corner, he was drawn to the noisy crowd ahead. A large group of people were gathered on the sidewalk, leaving a space in the middle.

Based on Lu Mingfei's experience as a gossip enthusiast, this should be a car accident, and the injured person is quite seriously injured.

But this is a sidewalk... What hit the injured person? A bicycle or a skateboard?

Wait a minute! I almost forgot this is America. Maybe it's a shooting?

Just as Lu Mingfei was speculating, Peter, who was standing next to him, stared at the crowd and seemed to see something through the gaps in the crowd. His expression suddenly changed and he rushed over quickly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment—the instant Peter rushed out, even with his physical abilities and reflexes, he could only see a blurry shadow.

He ran after Peter and saw Peter part the crowd, shouting, "Make way, make way, the person inside is my uncle..."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Chapter 101 The Little Devil's Free Gift Pack (Seeking monthly votes, sob sob)

Crowds gathered on the streets of New York.

Peter had already rushed into the crowd. After he shouted that the person inside was his uncle, Lu Mingfei immediately took out his phone: "Jarvis, immediately mobilize emergency resources as quickly as possible."

"The helicopter has been deployed," Jarvis replied over the phone.

Lu Mingfei then squeezed into the crowd.

After squeezing through the innermost circle of people, the view suddenly opened up, and Lu Mingfei saw a large empty space in the center of the crowd, where an old man was lying on the ground, with large patches of blood spreading across his torso.

There were two policemen beside the old man. Peter was kneeling beside the old man, looking panicked, and calling out to his uncle.

“I’m his friend. What’s going on?” Lu Mingfei pointed at Peter and asked the police.

"He was hit by a gunman during a carjacking, and we've already called an ambulance," a policeman said.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head. His previous knowledge of thoracic surgery was copied, not acquired through learning. He would forget it after a while, and his subsequent learning energy was focused on mathematics and computer science. Therefore, he was unable to make a professional judgment on Uncle Peter's condition.

At the same time, at Peter's call, his uncle also opened his eyes shakily: "Peter?"

“I’m here, Uncle Ben…” Peter responded immediately, tears streaming down his face.

A relieved smile appeared on Uncle Ben's face.

Lu Mingfei half-squatted down and reached out to check Uncle Peter's pulse on his wrist and neck.

not good!

Lu Mingfei was startled. Although he didn't know where the bullet had hit, Peter's uncle's pulse was very weak, and his condition was probably not optimistic.

“Peter, don’t worry, the emergency helicopter is on its way…” Lu Mingfei turned his head to reassure Peter, but suddenly found the surroundings eerily quiet.

The world seemed to have been paused like a movie. Everyone, including Peter, was frozen in a piece of transparent amber. The cars on the road were also still, and the splashed water stretched out in the air, graceful as flowers, reflecting the colorful city lights.

In this stillness, only Lu Mingfei can move freely.

"Make way, make way, the doctor is here!" A clear, childlike voice quickly approached from afar, and in the blink of an eye, a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask squeezed into the crowd. Those he pushed past remained motionless like wax figures as they were moved aside.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked over. The doctor who squeezed in looked quite professional. His hat and white coat were buttoned up neatly, and his mask was worn properly. The eyes and eyebrows exposed above the mask revealed a calm and composed demeanor, which made him a good and reliable doctor.

This is assuming we ignore the fact that he and Lu Mingfei, who was half-squatting, were about the same height.

"It's you?" Although the other person was wearing a mask, Lu Mingfei could roughly guess his identity from his voice, build, and the small portion of his face that was visible.

Isn't this the little devil who tried to trade his soul when he left his body?!

Even without my astral projection, you can still affect me?

Lu Mingfei's heart tightened. There were indeed spiritual dimensional beings that could directly affect targets in non-spiritual states. However, in the e-book given by the Ancient One, all the content mentioning similar spiritual dimensional beings was specifically marked. These beings were exceptionally powerful and should be dealt with with caution.

I never expected that not only would I win a prize on my first out-of-body experience, but I would also win a huge prize.

The corner of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched.

"Brother, move aside, the patient needs treatment!" The little devil, who once called himself "Lu Mingze," ran to Peter's uncle on his short legs, squatted down, and reached out to touch the wound haphazardly.

Lu Mingfei immediately grabbed his wrist to stop him, but in the blink of an eye he realized that although the little devil had just been rubbing Uncle Peter's wound, there was no blood on his hands, and Uncle Peter's clothes were not wrinkled at all.

But the next second, the little devil's eyes suddenly turned serious: "Oh no, he was shot and suffered a severe spleen rupture. He's probably beyond saving."

The next second, the little devil stood up, and in one movement, his outfit transformed into a funeral home uniform: "Luckily, I have multiple roles."

Lu Mingfei's eyes twitched: "Are you here to cause trouble or to pick a fight?"

"Hehe, actually I'm here to make a deal with you, brother..." The little devil stepped forward. After changing into the funeral home uniform, the mask on his face disappeared, revealing a cute and handsome face, but with a hint of smugness in his expression.

“I refuse!” Lu Mingfei said decisively.

“Brother, let me finish,” Lu Mingze pointed to Uncle Peter on the ground. “My diagnosis was very professional. This old guy was shot at very close range. The cavity effect affected his spleen and other internal organs, causing a severe rupture of the spleen, which in turn caused massive bleeding. And now a while has passed since he was shot. Even if the emergency medical services arrive in time, the doctor won’t be able to save him.”

"Are you saying that the doctors couldn't save him in time, but you, this devil, can?" Lu Mingfei interrupted.

“That’s right.” Lu Mingze nodded. He had changed his funeral home uniform into a white coat, but this time there were four big characters on the coat: “Miraculous Healing Hands”.

“I refuse,” Lu Mingfei said. “Although I have a good relationship with Peter, I am not noble enough to give up my soul for Peter’s uncle.”

Unless it's Tony, Senior Brother Chu, or Little Fairy lying here, Lu Mingfei would never sell his soul.

Besides, even if that situation did occur, he could stab himself in the back and then perform emergency treatment like he did when he rescued Ethan at the terrorist base. Although he was not very controllable in that state and other accidents might happen, it was still more reliable than making a deal with the devil, right?

Just as Lu Mingfei was preparing to drive away the little devil and then snatch the gun from the policeman to shoot himself, the little devil suddenly made an unexpected suggestion.

“Brother, don’t be so quick to refuse,” the little devil said. “After you rejected me that day, I thought about it carefully. Maybe it’s because I didn’t show how good my goods were when I proposed the deal that you didn’t want to do business with me. Actually, you misunderstood me. I’m famous in Hell for my high quality and low price…”

"Damn it! You yourself said you're from hell, and you still want me to make a deal with you!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

"Ahem, this isn't a deal," the little devil said with a serious face. "To show you what a great businessman I am, I've decided to give you a free new customer gift package to cure this old man, and I won't charge you any fees."

"Completely free?" Lu Mingfei shook his head. "Nobody would believe you."

Can the "free" that the devil talks about really be free?

“We can make a contract. Hell has its own rules. Unless you explicitly agree, brother, I cannot hurt you or take anything from you,” the little devil suggested.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment—the little devil was right. The electronic magic book he had read mentioned that the most important thing between a spiritual dimensional being and a contract was the contract. It was basically similar to the "devil's deal" in mythology. You could find loopholes, but you could never break them.

"I still don't believe it. You devils are the best at playing word games, unless... I draw up the contract!" Lu Mingfei said casually.

He didn't expect the little devil to agree, but to his surprise, the little devil nodded decisively.

“Then… I’ll say a sentence, and you repeat it after me?” Lu Mingfei suggested—this was one of the contract methods recorded in the magic book.

"Okay." The little devil nodded, looking rather obedient.

“I volunteer to treat the old man lying on the ground in front of Lu Mingfei, who is on the verge of death from being shot, free of charge. I am here to treat Peter Parker’s uncle,” Lu Mingfei said.

Lu Mingze repeated it once.

"We will not accept any form of remuneration, compensation, medical fees, or anything else for this rescue and treatment effort, and the above concepts are based on the current relevant laws and regulations as specified by the current political entity in this time and space," Lu Mingfei said.

Lu Mingze also recited along.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up: "Furthermore, I guarantee that I will not ask for any form of reward in any future transactions with Lu Mingfei. Serving him will make me feel genuinely happy and fulfilled."

Lu Mingze stared at him expressionlessly.

“Just repeat after me,” Lu Mingfei said confidently.

Lu Mingze continued to stare at him.

Lu Mingfei was defeated.

“Alright, let’s do it the way we did before,” Lu Mingfei sighed. “What a pity, you devil are too stingy.”

"Brother, if the positions for Hell salespersons weren't full, I would definitely recommend you for the job." The little devil's eyes twitched.

"The contract is in effect. How do you plan to help me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Give me your hand," Lu Mingze said.

Lu Mingfei reached out his hand, puzzled, and Lu Mingze raised his hand to give him a high five.

The crisp sound of clapping startled Lu Mingfei awake—he was still squatting next to Peter's uncle, checking his faint pulse.

The next second, Lu Mingfei felt a strange power appear under his control. He unconsciously stood up, looked down at the dying old man, and spoke. His voice was like a booming bell, and his eyes were filled with blazing gold.

"Many troubles befall the righteous, but I will deliver you from those troubles. Your days are set, your months are with me. I have drawn your boundaries; you must not cross them, you must not fail to come to them!"

Lu Mingfei felt as if his mouth wasn't his own; someone else had taken over his tongue and voice and uttered those ridiculously cringeworthy words.

But in this cringeworthy dialogue, Uncle Peter's face visibly returned to a rosy hue from blood loss, his breathing became steady and calm, and a bullet was squeezed out of his body, bounced off, and landed on the ground with a "ding".

Uncle Ben made an "uh" sound and opened his eyes in confusion.

Peter and the people around him stared dumbfounded at this scene that seemed like a miracle.

Then, a policeman suddenly pulled a crucifix pendant from his uniform and shouted excitedly, "It's the Bible! He's talking about the Bible! Jesus Christ has come back to earth to save us from suffering!"

As he spoke, the old policeman knelt down before Lu Mingfei: "God bless me! Jesus Christ! Amen!"

As the old policeman knelt down, everyone around him, whether religious or not, knelt down in unison before Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei: ? ? ?

P.S.: The next chapter is expected at 11 PM. It's almost the end of the month, so please vote for me! *sobs*

103. Chapter 102 You think you can kill me with one punch?

After being surrounded by a group of people praying about some kind of "baptism," Lu Mingfei found himself in a difficult situation to leave—he could run away at any time, and Peter seemed to be no ordinary person either, but Peter's uncle was recovering from serious injuries, and to be on the safe side, they had to wait for the emergency helicopter to arrive.

After a long wait, the emergency helicopter arrived. Lu Mingfei and Peter followed the medical staff to take Uncle Ben inside, and then, taking advantage of the others' inattention, they jumped into the helicopter together.

The emergency helicopter took Lu Mingfei away, and below, a group of people were either crying or pleading, and they were shouting words like "My Lord Christ" and "God bless me." If you didn't know better, you would think that this was medieval Europe, when the church was at its peak.

After taking Peter's uncle to the best hospital in New York, Lu Mingfei and Peter followed along to observe the examinations, leading the doctors to initially believe that the three of them were there for fun.

Uncle Ben is completely unharmed, and you could even say he's quite healthy. His blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood lipids are better than some young people with poor lifestyle habits.

As for gunshot wounds, ruptured spleen, and massive bleeding, those were simply nonexistent; only his blood-stained clothes were truly conspicuous.

After confirming that Peter's uncle was indeed alright, Lu Mingfei still suggested that he be hospitalized for observation for a period of time, and that the expenses would be reimbursed.