American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Chapter 18 Sorry, Dio, Dad was wrong

Locke dozed drowsily on a plastic chair in the hospital corridor, his cowboy hat tilted over his face, and his mud-stained overalls looked out of place in the white hospital corridor.

The 24-hour vigil left him exhausted.

Even the whispered conversations at the nurses' station nearby became a hazy lullaby.

"That's the farmer in the cornfield."

"I heard he rushed into the meteorite crash zone alone."

"Oh my god, are those blood stains on his pants?"

Their whispers floated into Locke's ears as light as feathers.

He drowsily tried to raise his hand to adjust the brim of his hat, but found his arms felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

In a trance, he heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor coming from far away.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

An older nurse lowered her voice, "Haven't you heard about the blood test results of the blond boy?"

Locke frowned beneath his hat.

He should have woken up and warned them not to discuss Dio's medical report anymore.

But the fatigue of the past few days overwhelmed him like a tide, and his consciousness sank into darkness again.

until

"Cough cough!"

A deliberate cough woke up Locke who was half asleep.

He sat up abruptly, his cowboy hat clattering to the ground, revealing bloodshot eyes and messy brown curls.

Standing in front of him was the attending physician, holding a medical record book in his hand, and followed by two embarrassed-looking nurses.

"Mr. Kent, your son is awake." The doctor deliberately raised his voice and glanced around the ward meaningfully, "He's just a little uneasy."

"Hey!"

Locke's hearing allowed him to hear Dio's weak but arrogant voice coming from the ward:

"Where is this place?! Who are you? Bastards, let me go!"

This familiar shouting finally relaxed Locke's tense nerves.

He nodded to thank the doctor, then rushed into the ward in two steps.

Dio was seen trying to pull out the IV tube, while the nurse beside him was frantically trying to stop him.

"Stinky boy!"

Locke pressed his son's shoulders, his voice trembling slightly, "Can you please behave yourself?!"

"I was so scared. Where were you, Lao Deng? You almost scared me when you woke up here." Dio raised his head, but when he saw his father's red eyes, his arrogance immediately disappeared. He just turned his face away awkwardly: "Okay, I'll behave myself."

"Thump. Thump.!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door of the ward, and Martha stumbled in.

"Locke, I heard from the nurse at the door that Dio is awake."

"Oh my God! Dio!"

The chestnut hair that was usually neatly combed now hung loosely on her shoulders. There were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. The haggard woman hugged the blond boy into her arms with such strength that she almost strangled him to the bones.

His whole body was stiff, and Dio's ruby ​​eyes were wide open.

"Let me go! Auntie!"

He struggled in vain, but unexpectedly discovered that this usually gentle peasant woman was now incredibly strong.

Just as he was about to call his father to get out, a drop of warm liquid suddenly fell on his cheek.

Dio froze, looking up to see Martha's red eyes and trembling lips.

and Clark and Jonathan, who were standing at the end of the bed.

Tears glistened in the former's blue eyes, while the latter breathed a sigh of relief.

But what shocked Dio the most was Locke——

The man who was always as strong as a mountain, the man who never showed a tired face.

He was leaning against the wall tiredly.

"Do you have to be so corny?" Dio muttered awkwardly, but stopped struggling and let Martha hold him in her arms.

He even patted Martha's back stiffly and said, "I'm fine."

"You silly child," Martha said in a muffled voice, "Do you know how worried we are?"

"Dio." Clark leaned forward and added in a low voice: "Mom fainted yesterday."

"Clark!"

Jonathan hurried to interrupt his son, but it was too late.

Dio's body visibly stiffened.

He looked at Martha's graying temples in disbelief.

That definitely wasn't there yesterday.

A strange feeling suddenly came over me, as if something was stuck in my throat.

It turns out I...

"Auntie." He poked Martha's shoulder awkwardly, "You your hair..."

Martha raised her head, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and forced a smile: "It's okay, it's just a few white hairs. Compared to this."

Her voice choked again, "Seeing you safe is more important than anything else."

The ward suddenly became quiet.

Dio lowered his head, his blond hair hanging down to hide his expression.

After a long while, I heard him say in a sullen voice, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have gone to save people?"

These three words were as light as a feather falling to the ground, but they stunned everyone present, and Martha even stood up in shock.

You know, getting Dio Kent to apologize is harder than making the sun rise from the west.

But the next moment, Locke strode over again and took Dio into his arms.

"Sorry, Dio, it's Dad's fault."

"?!"

This time, Dio was shocked. His father actually apologized to him?!

But before he could think about the reason why Locke apologized

"Dior!"

Clark shouted and joined in the hug, and Jonathan and Martha also came forward.

The five of them huddled together beside the bed.

"Alright, alright." Dio's voice rang out from the crowd, his voice filled with obvious embarrassment. "You're going to break my wound!"

Everyone then hurriedly let go, only to see that Dio's wound was intact, but his cheeks were as red as a ripe apple.

He angrily adjusted his hospital gown and kept complaining, "That's too much! I'm not a three-year-old!"

Martha burst into laughter upon hearing this and reached out to ruffle Dio's golden hair: "In our eyes, you will always be a child who needs care."

Just as Dio was about to retort, there was a knock on the ward door.

The attending physician stood at the door, holding a report in his hand: "Mr. Kent, regarding your son's blood test results."

Standing calmly in front of Dio's bed, Locke said, "Is there anything wrong, doctor?"

The doctor pushed his glasses up, his face full of confusion:

"The problem is... there's absolutely no problem. In fact," he flipped through the report, "all indicators are not only completely normal, but even healthier than the average person. This is simply..."

"A medical miracle?" Jonathan interjected at the right moment, with a farmer's simple smile on his face.

The doctor nodded. "That's right. Considering the possible radiation exposure from the meteorite, this is quite serious."

"Thank God!" Martha suddenly interrupted, clasping her hands together in prayer. "This must be a miracle!"

"Yes, doctor." Clark quickly chimed in: "Dio has always had excellent recovery abilities since he was young."

"Okay, okay everyone, but please don't disturb the patient's rest too much."

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the attending physician finally left the ward with a head full of questions.

The moment the door closed, the four people in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Obviously, although Martha and Jonathan acted as if nothing had happened, they still had some rough guesses about Dio's situation.

after all

How could anyone eat a blueberry pie right out of the oven while sitting in the living room?

"You guys..." Dio leaned back on the pillow and suddenly chuckled, "Your acting is terrible."

"Shut up, little bastard." Locke ruffled his son's blond hair, his eyes full of doting, "We've been working so hard for you."

Chapter 19 Why does this man have three golden donuts on his head?

In the blink of an eye, a month passed quietly.

Under Locke's careful care, Dio finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

Although the boy was still lively and energetic, he couldn't resist Locke's forceful pressing of him onto the hospital bed.

During this period, Clark, Jonathan and Martha took turns to accompany Locke to take care of this stubborn blond boy.

Even Anthony took time out to visit, bringing a basket of fresh fruit and exaggerated greetings:

"Oh, my little hero! You really scared me to death!"

However, Lex Luthor never showed up.

Perhaps it was because Lionel was still in fear, fearing that his son would encounter another accident, or perhaps it was because the Luther family was too busy.

But Locke didn't care about this - after all, the Luther Group had already covered all of Dio's medical expenses, arranged a VIP ward of the highest standards, and even provided daily meals prepared by top chefs.

And Jonathan said that the dispute between their farm and the insurance company was also interfered with by the Luther Group.

The person in charge of the insurance company simply gave them a large sum of compensation on the grounds of falling objects from a high altitude.

This amount of money is even enough to cover the purchase of crops from Jonathan and Locke's farm for a quarter.

of course

It was just Lionel's kindness, and they couldn't take it for granted.

After all, if Dio continues to eat food prepared by top chefs, his taste buds will become completely picky, and then Locke won't be able to afford it.

So today.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Dio stood at the hospital entrance, squinting his eyes at the Kansas sky he had not seen for a long time.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his blond hair gleaming in the sun, and the wound on his collarbone had long since healed, leaving only a faint scar.

Locke patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go, little bastard, let's go home."

Dio curled his lips, but did not refute as usual, just hummed softly.

In the distance, Jonathan's old pickup truck slowly approached. Clark leaned out of the window and waved excitedly:

"Dio! Mom brought your favorite blueberry pie!"

Dio rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

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