MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Lynn had already turned away before Hawkeye could fully react.

Standing beside the sink—

He calmly rinsed the nano-forceps beneath sterilized water.

"Have her complete the discharge procedures."

He gestured lightly toward Black Widow without even turning around.

At the same moment—

A system notification echoed inside his consciousness.

[Ding! Successfully Preserved a Top-Tier Sniper's Career!]

[Treatment Rating: A+ — Extreme Precision!]

[Holy Hand Copy Activated…]

[Scanning Target Core Talents…]

[Detected Core Talents:]

[Eagle-Eye Shooting — B+ Rank]

[Extreme Dynamic Vision — B+ Rank]

[Tactical Archery — B+ Rank]

[Copy Progress: 10%…50%…100%!]

[Ding! Copy Complete!]

[Obtained B+ Rank Talents: Eagle-Eye Shooting + Extreme Dynamic Vision (Incomplete · 90%)]

[Ability Details:]

[Visual dynamic-capture capabilities increased dramatically.]

[Long-range visual clarity enhanced severalfold.]

[Tracking and locking high-speed moving targets has reached elite marksman standards.]

Instantly—

Lynn felt a strange cooling sensation spread through both eyes.

The world became sharper.

Cleaner.

He casually glanced through the medical pod's reinforced observation window.

Several kilometers away—

The battlefield unfolded in microscopic detail.

He could clearly distinguish the facial structures of individual Chitauri soldiers.

The rotational movement inside aircraft engines.

The trajectory of ejected energy casings.

Everything appeared crystal clear.

Useful.

Lynn suppressed the faint satisfaction inside his gaze immediately.

Then turned back toward Clint Barton.

"The ocular reconstruction is complete."

"Do not rub your eyes for twenty-four hours."

"Additionally…"

He glanced toward Clint's bandaged torso calmly.

"You still possess seven external wounds."

"I stopped the bleeding temporarily."

"They are not fatal."

"Have a field medic handle the remaining bandaging."

Then Lynn pointed casually toward the pod exit.

"Now leave the operating table."

"The next patient arrives shortly."

Clint opened his mouth as though preparing to speak.

Then—

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion shook the entire battlefield hospital violently.

Immediately afterward—

Tony Stark's urgent voice exploded through the communication system.

"Cap's down!"

"He took concentrated Chitauri artillery fire!"

"Three direct main-cannon impacts!"

"Broken ribs—internal damage—I'm bringing him to you NOW!"

Lynn calmly dried his hands.

Then picked up another surgical scalpel.

Forty seconds later—

The medical pod hatch burst open from outside.

Iron Man entered carrying an unconscious figure.

The Mark armor looked severely damaged.

Entire sections of the left arm plating had been torn away completely.

Burned skin remained exposed beneath melted metal.

Tony dragged Captain America directly onto the operating table.

"Twenty million."

Tony's voice sounded strained.

"Save him."

The helmet visor snapped open instantly.

Beneath it—

Tony Stark's face looked exhausted.

Covered in smoke and sweat.

And hidden beneath the frustration—

Lynn detected something rarer:

Fear.

Steve Rogers' condition had deteriorated badly.

The star-spangled combat suit was shredded apart.

The reinforced ballistic layers across the chest and abdomen had collapsed from repeated Chitauri heavy-cannon shockwaves.

Although the vibranium shield absorbed most direct kinetic force—

Residual concussive energy still devastated the internal organs.

Lynn placed two fingers against Steve's carotid artery calmly.

[Automatic Diagnosis Initiated—]

[Patient: Steve Rogers / Captain America]

[Injury Assessment:]

[1. Eight Rib Fractures.]

[Fourth and fifth ribs shattered.]

[Bone fragments embedded within lower left lung.]

[Tension pneumothorax developing.]

[2. Lower Left Lung Rupture.]

[Estimated pleural blood accumulation: 1200 milliliters.]

[Internal bleeding continuing.]

[3. Grade-II Splenic Laceration.]

[Estimated abdominal hemorrhage: 400 milliliters.]

[4. Super-Soldier Serum attempting accelerated regeneration.]

[Current repair speed insufficient to compensate for blood loss.]

[Overall Fatality Probability: 67%]

[Estimated Time Until Natural Death: 22 Minutes]

"The lung is ruptured."

Lynn stated the conclusion flatly.

Then immediately selected a specially modified surgical scalpel from the instrument tray.

One of the few tools capable of cutting enhanced super-soldier tissue cleanly.

Tony's expression changed.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Opening the chest cavity."

Lynn answered calmly.

"His lungs are flooding with blood."

"If pressure drainage and vascular sealing are not performed immediately…"

A slight pause.

"He will drown internally within fifteen minutes."

No hesitation followed.

Lynn sliced open Steve Rogers' damaged combat suit directly.

The chest underneath looked horrific.

Bruising.

Collapsed rib structure.

Visible bone displacement beneath the skin.

Several fractured rib segments visibly protruded unnaturally.

Lynn moved immediately.

The scalpel cut precisely along the fourth intercostal space.

A clean fifteen-centimeter incision opened instantly.

Dark blood surged outward across the operating table.

"Assist me."

Lynn spoke without looking up.

"Transparent drainage tube."

"Lower-left instrument tray."

Tony Stark froze briefly.

This was likely the first time in his life someone had ordered him around as a battlefield surgical assistant.

Still—

He removed the damaged gauntlet from his right hand and handed over the requested equipment immediately.

Lynn inserted the drainage tube into the chest cavity smoothly.

Blood evacuation began instantly.

At the same time—

His left hand entered the open thoracic cavity directly.

Ignoring the gore completely—

Lynn's fingers located the ruptured lung tissue within seconds.

A three-centimeter tear.

Massive bleeding.

Two embedded rib fragments lodged near the wound edge.

He removed both bone fragments manually and tossed them into a nearby metal tray.

Clink.

Then—

Lynn selected a pair of ultra-high-temperature surgical electrodes.

Temperature precision:

0.1-degree deviation.

The electrode tip touched the bleeding pulmonary vessel.

Sizzle—!!!

White vapor rose briefly.

The ruptured vessel sealed instantly beneath controlled thermal cauterization.

Bleeding stopped.

But while repairing the lung tissue and stabilizing fractured ribs—

Lynn simultaneously performed something else.

Something Tony Stark never noticed.

His right hand casually picked up an ultra-fine syringe from the side tray.

Capacity:

0.5 milliliters.

Nearly indistinguishable from an ordinary flushing needle.

While performing final thoracic irrigation—

The needle silently pierced into the marrow cavity of Steve's fourth rib.

Then—

0.5 milliliters of highly active super-soldier bone marrow blood was extracted instantly.

Elapsed time:

Less than 0.3 seconds.

The movement blended perfectly into routine surgical procedure.

Tony remained completely unaware.

Steve Rogers remained unconscious.

Meanwhile—

Lynn's expression never changed once.

The syringe disappeared smoothly into the inner pocket of the white coat.

Then—

He continued suturing calmly.

Three minutes later—

The final stitch sealed completely.

Lynn injected a high-potency anti-infection compound.

Then lightly tapped Steve Rogers' face twice.

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