"You are... Professor Victor from the Physics Society. How could you become like this?" Catherine asked, her face filled with disbelief.
"It's a bit complicated," Victor said helplessly.
"You guys know each other?" Cisco asked curiously.
He hadn't heard of any connection between Mr. Freeze and Killer Frost.
"I worked at Harvard University for three years. Later, because Gotham University received funding from the Wayne Group and had a better experimental environment, I went to the low-temperature physics laboratory at Gotham University.
When I was at Harvard University, I served as the advisor of the Physics Society. Snow was also an undergraduate at Harvard University at that time. In my last year of work, she even served as the vice president of the society. She was one of the smartest students I've ever seen at Harvard University," Mr. Freeze explained to Cisco.
At this moment, Iris brought over several cups of steaming coffee and handed them to everyone.
However, when it came to Mr. Freeze, he refused.
"Thank you, but I'm sorry, I can't drink this kind of thing. Once I drink coffee, it might freeze into ice cubes before long, and then cause a perforated stomach."
"Okay, although I've seen a lot of strange things in recent years, your situation is the first time I've encountered it," Iris shrugged.
At this time, Wally West also returned the jewelry stolen by the Trickster to the jewelry store, turning into a yellow lightning bolt and returning to the laboratory.
Cisco immediately introduced everyone to Wally.
Mr. Freeze then looked at Catherine again.
"Snow, I need your help to use the equipment and cooperate with me to thaw Nora. In order to avoid low-temperature damage to Nora's body cells, I need sub-nanometer-level operating equipment."
"This requires first preparing a special low-temperature physiological solution. Can you tell me about Nora's condition?" Catherine asked curiously.
"Congenital neurodegenerative disease. It was originally recessive, but because it was exposed to radiation in the laboratory, this part of the genetic traits was expressed, causing protein misfolding, and nerve cells gradually became diseased and lost their original function."
Catherine frowned.
This was almost an incurable disease. Even as a first-class biomedical PhD, she couldn't think of a suitable treatment method.
Mr. Freeze knew what Catherine was thinking at a glance.
"Don't worry, Snow. Walter has a magical supernatural healing method. I've seen him use this ability to completely heal a person's gunshot wound in one minute. As long as there is a cell-level MRI machine to cooperate, it can greatly delay Nora's condition and extend her life."
Walter thoughtfully demonstrated on the side, condensing a wind blade in his hand and cutting his arm, then switching to healing and pressing his green glowing hand on the wound.
A dozen seconds later, the wound was restored as before, with only a little blood remaining on it.
"Wow, dude, we haven't seen you show this ability," Cisco whistled.
"It hasn't reached this level before. It can only be said that the effect is equivalent to a quick version of a band-aid, and there was no chance to show it," Walter smiled, and then followed everyone to push the ice coffin containing Nora to the medical room.
An hour later, Catherine and Mr. Freeze had prepared the low-temperature physiological solution.
The ice coffin was opened, and in an instant, a biting chill came out of it, causing some people who were still wearing short sleeves to step back a few steps.
Catherine clicked the button next to her and injected the low-temperature physiological solution into the ice coffin.
This could help them prevent the tiny ice shards that appeared during warming from piercing Nora's cells during thawing.
Two minutes later, in the hall of Star Labs, except for Mr. Freeze, who had to constantly protect Nora, everyone else came here and looked at the display in the middle.
A Japanese samurai in full armor was flying in the sky of Central City, wantonly destroying it.
"Whoosh!"
Wally West turned into a yellow lightning bolt and disappeared in front of everyone.
As a master of puppetry, Walter could tell at a glance that this Japanese samurai was not human. There was no one inside, but a robot similar to a puppet.
"Need any help?" Walter asked Cisco.
He mainly wanted to study this robot.
"Thanks, dude!" Cisco opened the portal.
Walter waved his left hand at the suitcase placed in the corner of the hall, and the suitcase immediately decomposed into countless modules, which were installed on Walter's body within two seconds, turning into the White Knight.
"Cool! I knew that the person who stopped the Gotham missile incident was you!" Cisco looked a little excited and took the lead to rush into the portal.
However, when Walter followed Cisco out, he saw Wally West, who had been knocked to the ground by the Japanese samurai's shockwave ability on the street.
"Looks like a formidable character," Cisco had just stretched out a hand towards the mechanical samurai when Walter rushed in front of the mechanical samurai in the blink of an eye and waved the high-voltage electric sword.
"Thunder Breathing · Second Form · Rice Spirit!"
The mechanical samurai also instantly raised his sword, releasing a peculiar pulse wave, and clashed with Walter.
In an instant, a strong shockwave was released between the two, shattering the glass on the street.
Walter controlled the White Knight to flip the high-voltage electric sword, and kicked the mechanical samurai sideways.
Under the huge power of the pneumatic device, even though the mechanical samurai quickly made a defensive action, it was still inevitably smashed to the ground, sparking and stopping its movements.
"Excellent design, but single function, and insufficient material strength," Walter commented on this mechanical samurai.
This thing is suitable for abusing noobs, such as Wally West, who has just mastered the Speed Force for not long and doesn't have much combat experience.
If it encounters someone really strong, it may only be able to barely block a few moves, and finally it will be torn apart.
So sleepy…
I still haven't adjusted my schedule these past few days, my head is swollen, I have to go to sleep quickly after writing this chapter, otherwise I'm afraid I'll die suddenly.
I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance, and I hope you don't have to work overtime during the holiday…
