The God of Marvel

“Hiss~” Jiang Xi rubbed his chest and sat on the cold floor, sucking in air-conditioning from the pain. He felt that if he hadn’t strengthened his body, he would probably have to lie on the bed now. It’s been half a month.

"No, what's going on? Why don't you even recognize anyone in such a bad state?" Jiang Xi turned to look at Rogers.

"Uh..." Rogers shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Seeing this, Jiang Xi looked at Wanda helplessly, walked out of the room, and said, "Let's go and see Pietro."

After seeing Pietro, Jiang Xi didn't know what to say. Pietro was much worse than Wanda, at least it looked much worse.

Both legs were in plaster, hanging in the air, and his right arm was also bandaged, and the miserable bruises and bruises could be seen on his face.

"Really, the battle with Ronan has never been so miserable." Jiang Xi really didn't know what to say.

Tony tilted his head: "Why not use lizard serum? Isn't it faster?"

"Uh..." Rogers heard this and glanced at the little nurse taking care of Pietro.

Tony also followed Rogers' gaze. As a veteran of Huazong, he naturally saw the problem at a glance: "Okay, I understand."

At this time, Pietro did not notice Jiang Xi and the others outside the ward, who were still talking happily to the little nurse beside them.

The little nurse would cover her mouth and smile sweetly from time to time, with a hint of shame mixed with admiration in her eyebrows.

"Click~" With a soft sound, the door of the ward was opened, and Jiang Xi and others walked in.

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