"I don't understand what you mean. Why would there be danger?" Dr. Betty shook her head. She really couldn't accept that after all her efforts to get here, she was told it was a very dangerous thing.
Compared to her, Bruce was much calmer. The possibility of danger had already been within his conjectures, so he held Dr. Betty's hand, stopping her foolishness. He asked Samuel,
"How dangerous will it be?!"
Samuel was very uncomfortable with the way these two looked at him. That look, like a drowning person seeing a life raft, made him feel uneasy all over. However, he still tried his best to explain his thoughts to them.
"You have to understand, this is not an easy matter. Even if everything goes smoothly, even if we use the appropriate dosage for injection, there's no guarantee this can completely cure you!"
Samuel started gesticulating as he spoke, making him look like he had no confidence at all.
"It's very likely that our efforts will, in the end, only temporarily suppress your rampage. I'm sorry, I have no confidence in this at all."
He made a coin-tossing motion as he spoke.
"I really can't be sure what will happen. But I can only tell you, if we use just a tiny bit too much, even just a tiny bit of dosage, there will be high levels of toxicity."
"You mean he might be poisoned to death?" Dr. Betty's voice suddenly grew louder when she heard this. This sound made Samuel shiver all over, and he replied somewhat unnaturally.
"Poison him to death? Yes, that's what I should have said. But you have to know, this is unavoidable and the only potentially successful path!"
Hearing this, Dr. Betty fell silent. She hugged her arms uneasily and bowed her head deeply. She didn't know whether she should persuade Bruce to give up, because she knew Bruce would absolutely not give up.
Bruce was just as she expected; he didn't care about this little danger at all. For him, as long as the Hulk could be eliminated, taking this little risk was completely worth it.
However, he was still a little worried, not about others, but about Dr. Betty and Samuel's safety.
"You should know, there's another possibility. If the dosage is too small, and you let me transform and can't suppress me, then your situation will become very dangerous."
Hearing this, Samuel laughed. He didn't believe such a possibility existed at all.
"You know what, pal. My luck has always been good. I've been through many things that seemed very dangerous, but nothing unexpected has ever happened. So, if you're ready, can we begin?"
Bruce nodded. He had no other choice. Taking a gamble was inevitable. But Dr. Betty didn't think so; she quickly pulled Bruce back.
"Bruce, this is too dangerous. Maybe we can wait a bit, there might be other ways. Please, wait a bit longer!"
Bruce turned around, held Dr. Betty's arm, and looked down at her, saying seriously,
"Betty, we have no other way. This is our only solution. Believe me, I will succeed."
"But, Bruce, you'll die!" Dr. Betty still wouldn't let go; she was too worried. So worried that if she let go, Bruce might leave her forever.
Bruce smiled, pointing to his head and saying,
"He won't let me die."
The laboratory's operating table was, as expected, activated. Samuel turned on his experimental facilities one by one, eventually placing a reagent bottle, whose capacity was measured in liters, into an experimental device.
That was the antidote he had developed.
To some extent, this was the only way to remove the gamma radiation effects from Banner's body and eliminate the Hulk, but whether it would be effective or not, only trying it would tell.
"Lie down, pal. This will be a very special experience." After settling Bruce onto the operating table, Samuel excitedly fastened him securely with thick restraint straps. As he did this, he explained, "This can be used to protect you, to prevent your reaction from being too intense. Of course, if you transform, I mean if you really transform, then this thing can also protect us from your harm."
"I don't think this thing can protect you, but don't worry. I'll try not to hit you." Bruce made a slight joke, then turned his head towards Dr. Betty.
Dr. Betty, who had accepted the facts, smiled and held his hand. Since it had come to this, she could only give him her utmost trust and support.
Samuel didn't understand what meaning there was in this kind of male-female affection, but he also knew that this situation was not suitable for him to intervene. So he honestly began to adjust the other instruments.
Soon, all the instruments were adjusted. Samuel began to signal Dr. Betty to stand a little further away. As he turned on the switch, he said to Bruce,
"pal, it's started. You might feel uncomfortable, just bear with it."
A pale purple liquid began to flow into Bruce's body through the infusion tube, causing his body to experience slight spasms.
"The dialyzer will mix the antidote I made with your blood, but the antidote only works after you transform. So, it's going to hurt a lot later!"
Bruce gave a stiff smile; he already felt quite a bit of pain. But seeing Dr. Betty looking at him worriedly, he could only force himself to put on a 'I'm fine' facade.
"Ha, I didn't expect you to not look very sturdy, but you're a tough guy." However, Bruce didn't expect his forced composure to be misinterpreted by Samuel. He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and exclaimed loudly, "I thought you wouldn't be able to stand it, but it seems to have no effect on you, right?"
How could Bruce admit defeat at this moment? To save Face in front of his girlfriend, he gritted his teeth and relaxed his expression.
"Come on, this is just a small problem. I've tried things that hurt more than this."
"That's great! I originally found some painkillers for you, but it seems they're not needed. You just need this! Dr. Betty, step back a bit. We can start!" Samuel said, throwing away the medicine bottle in his hand, and only put a mouthguard into Bruce's mouth.
"Huh?" Bruce had just uttered a questioning sound when Samuel revealed a strange smile. He picked up a high-energy electric shock device. The two electrodes of the shocker collided, immediately emitting a piercing noise. It was clear this was something truly potent.
Hearing this booming thing approaching his ear, Bruce instantly became nervous. He wanted to say something, but Samuel didn't give him the chance or time to speak.
The electrodes were immediately pressed against his temples. As the electric current surged, an unimaginable excruciating pain began to assault his brain. Anger began to grow, and the Hulk began to emerge with it.
Bruce's body spasmed and struggled. Veins clearly surfaced on his body, and a deep green began to surge within these blood vessels. Perhaps due to the effect of Samuel's antidote, this emergence of the Hulk was unusually slow, and it was this slowness that allowed people to clearly see every step of the Hulk's appearance.
His muscles first began to stretch little by little, and as his muscles stretched, his bones also grew wildly. They occurred almost simultaneously, causing his body to explosively expand proportionally. However, this growth was still astonishing and unsettling in the eyes of outsiders.
Because his muscles were too powerful, and his bones were too thick. This made him look more like a Vicious Beast than a person. And the fact was, when the Hulk's will surfaced, this feeling became even more pronounced.
As soon as the Hulk's will appeared, he began to roar. This pain, piercing deep into his body, made him extremely uncomfortable. And when he looked around like an uneasy Beast, then discovered the infusion tubes constantly drawing green blood from his body, this unease intensified.
The Hulk's Heart-Nature, like that of a Child, made him easily transform unease into anger, and when he became angry, he was almost unstoppable. His body was still growing larger, his muscles still expanding. At the same time, he also began to struggle.
Samuel's so-called safety measures had no effect whatsoever; the thick leather straps were even torn apart as the Hulk's body expanded. And as the Hulk's size increased and weight grew, the alloy operating table could no longer bear his weight. The operating table was deforming and twisting with the Hulk's movements, so the monitoring instruments also emitted frantic noise under the influence of radioactive gamma radiation.
At this moment, Samuel was completely stunned. He had imagined the Hulk's transformation, but he had never thought it would be so shocking. This made him directly forget the actions he was supposed to take next.
However, the Awakened Hulk would no longer allow himself to be tormented like this. He began to straighten his body, wanting to get off the operating table. But perhaps due to the antidote that had already been injected, his movements were not swift, so much so that Dr. Betty stopped him before he could get down.
By this point, Dr. Betty naturally couldn't watch all of Bruce's efforts go to waste. She suddenly jumped onto the Hulk's body, pressing on his chest and shouting,
"Bruce, look at me. Look into my eyes. Please, Bruce. Look into my eyes."
The Hulk struggled, but he was always unwilling to harm Dr. Betty. This kept him temporarily trapped on the operating table. And when he looked at Dr. Betty with an expression of fear, pain, and sadness, Dr. Betty's heart was even more tormented. She vented this evil fire onto Samuel.
"What are you still standing there for! Inject the antidote quickly, quickly!"
Her words startled Samuel out of his dazed state, and he quickly began operating on the instruments. A large dose of antidote was injected into the Hulk's body. These medicines began to neutralize the blood within his body, and the most intuitive effect of this was that the blood flowing from the Hulk turned bright red.
He was changing, shrinking little by little. With a weak growl from the Hulk, the green began to fade from his eyes. This meant one thing: the Hulk had finally disappeared, with Samuel's help.
Watching this incredible scene, Dr. Betty suppressed her excited emotions and began to call out to Bruce's consciousness. "Bruce, Bruce. Can you hear my voice?"
Soon, Bruce woke up. He looked at Dr. Betty, who was lying on him, and asked weakly,
"Did we succeed?"
"Yes, we succeeded." A smile finally bloomed on Dr. Betty's Face, and this smile made Bruce very happy. The nightmare of five years was finally over.