American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Let the evening breeze blow away his curse words.

Looking at the relaxed expressions of Jonathan and his wife in the rearview mirror, Locke's tense nerves also relaxed a little.

I hope the two kids are okay.

I'm too sensitive—

A familiar hospital ward.

But this time the roles are reversed.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the lilacs outside the window drifted in the sunset.

Clark was lying on the snow-white hospital bed, his face still a little pale, but his blue eyes were surprisingly bright.

Dio sat on a chair beside the bed, his golden bangs hanging down, covering his scarlet pupils, but the suppressed anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

After a while, he finally spoke, his voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Clark, aren't you afraid of death?"

Clark smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Dio, I'm sorry."

"Answer my question!" Dio said angrily.

Sighing, Clark said softly, "Dio, didn't you also face a meteorite head-on to save someone before?"

"This is different!"

Dio sneered, "I estimated it at the time! I have the ability to do it!"

Clark muttered quietly: "How come it was still blown away by the meteorite?"

"Clark!!"

Dio slammed his fist down on the edge of the bed.

Clark shrank his neck, but soon raised his head and looked at Dio seriously: "Dio, don't you think Lana is pitiful?"

"Pathetic?" Dio frowned.

"Her parents died in the meteorite."

Clark's voice softened. "It would be tragic if she drowned again."

"Besides, if everyone drowned," he paused, "then everyone's parents would be so pitiful."

"Dio, didn't you rescue Mrs. Green back then?"

"Is it because she wished us happy birthday?"

“So I think if you had the ability, you would save everyone.”

"Didn't Uncle Locke say that before?" He smiled warmly, "This kind of courage is called the golden spirit!"

Dio's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

"But Dad later apologized to me."

"I realize that, too." His voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence. "Such courage will make my family worry! It will make everyone sad!"

"Clark!"

Dio stood up and looked down at the boy lying on the bed. "Have you thought about Aunt Martha?! Have you thought about Uncle Jonathan?!"

Clark was choked, but soon raised his head stubbornly: "But."

“Didn’t the miracle still happen?!”

He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret: "I got everyone out! I lifted the school bus!"

"."

Dio was silent. He stared at Clark for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Clark"

"Is this how you entrust your life to something that doesn't exist?"

Clark opened his mouth, but Dio didn't give him a chance.

"Okay! Golden Spirit, right?" He took a step back suddenly. "Then from now on, I am..."

"paint"

"Dark Will!"

"I won't let my family worry! I won't drown in the river for no apparent reason! I won't let anyone shed tears for me or sing sad songs for me!"

"As for you, Clark!"

"Just wait and see for the miraculous miracle!"

"Pray for a miracle!"

Dio's voice sounded like an oath, yet also like a mockery. "And I will survive to the end, Clark."

"I, Dio, will survive to the end! Then everyone will see who will be the emperor."

The words stopped abruptly.

because

A large hand pressed down on Dio's head.

The emperor's proclamation was interrupted.

"What do you want to be?"

"Tell Daddy, is that your birthday wish? Dio."

Chapter 38: Hardships, but still a happy birthday

The corridor was noisy.

There was a mixture of crying, cursing and the sirens of ambulances.

Locke and his group hurried through the crowd, surrounded by parents who had survived the disaster.

Some people were crying loudly while holding their wet children, some were grabbing the school bus driver's collar and yelling at him, and several teachers were slumped on the benches with pale faces.

But Locke's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Green, who was shivering in the corner.

But just as he was about to take a step forward, a rubber-gloved hand gently rested on his shoulder.

"Is that Mr. Locke?"

A hot nurse in a white nurse uniform stood behind him with a smile on her face, her eyes curved into crescents behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Clark is in Ward 203, and Dio is with him."

Locke was startled, then recognized the nurse who had taken care of Dior: "Thank you, Miss Diesel."

"Oops~"

The nurse chuckled softly, the name tag on her chest gleaming in the light. "I'm surprised you still remember me."

But Martha had no time to thank him. With red eyes, she trotted towards the ward, and Jonathan hurriedly followed.

"Let's go see the kids first."

Locke nodded and walked quickly through the corridor with Logan.

Diesel stepped aside to make way, watching the backs of the four people passing by.

Her smile gradually deepened, and her lenses reflected a cold light.

Interesting man.

Diesel's slender fingers gently stroked the medical record board, and he remembered what he noticed that day.

Lionel Luthor's private jet was parked on the roof of the hospital, but the farmer refused his invitation.

If he could refuse a million-dollar annual salary, no wonder he could resist my suggestions.

It seems I need to practice more.

"Didi-di-!"

The red light at the nurses' station flashed, and Diesel came back to his senses and flipped through the medical record board in his hand.

She remembered that the father of one of the children was the owner of a pharmacy in the small town.

-

Standing in front of Ward 203.

Just as the four of them were about to push the door open, they heard Dio's angry growl and Clark's stubborn defense from inside.

Locke's expression suddenly became strange——

He heard Dio say.

"Dark Will?"

'Survive to the end?'

'Become the emperor?!'

What the hell is this?!

But Martha and Jonathan on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

"It's great that the children are still so energetic."

Martha wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Jonathan nodded: "At least it means Clark and Dio are fine."

Logan poked Locke's back hard from behind. He stared and growled silently with his mouth:

"How do you teach your children?!"

Taking a deep breath, Locke gently pushed the door open.

Dio stood in front of the bed, still maintaining a haughty posture.

"What do you want to be?"

Locke walked forward, rubbed Dio's golden head, and said helplessly, "Dio, tell Dad, is that your birthday wish?"

"dad."

Dio's anger froze the moment he saw Locke.

All the bold words just now turned into a wry smile.

Clark on the bed shrank his neck as if he had done something wrong and buried half of his face in the quilt.

"You guys, you just escaped death, and you have..."

But before Locke could finish his words, Martha stepped forward quickly, pushed Locke away, and hugged Clark tightly in her arms.

"You guys really scared me."

Her voice trembled, and her tears soaked Clark's hospital gown.

This time.

Even the young man who had been smiling bravely from the time of the accident could no longer hold it in.

Tears welled up in his blue eyes instantly, and Clark hugged Martha's waist tightly, burying his face in her warm embrace.

"Mother."

"When I was underwater, I really thought I would never see you again."

The boy's voice was more fragile than ever before, like a frightened little animal.

Patting Clark's back gently, Jonathan stood by and gently ruffled his adopted son's curly hair with his rough big hands.

See this

Locke's chest tightened.

He realized then that he sometimes forgot that Clark was only nine.