Chapter 1175 Alternative Therapy and Advanced Science
Chapter 1175 Alternative therapy and cutting-edge science (second update)
This man with short hair looked quite young, probably not over forty years old. After lifting the hood of the black-green cloak, Stephen Strange saw that the man's forehead, which had become dark due to sun exposure and labor, stood out.
A long scar. "Are you looking for Kama Taj?" Seeing Stephen Strange just nodding his head stupidly, the stranger asked again. At the same time, he stepped on the little girl with the sole of his shoe.
The gangster showed them the pistol behind his cloak with his fingers, warning them not to open their mouths, "If so, just tell me, in English."
At this moment, the adrenaline slowly faded away, and Stephen Strange's breathing gradually became calmer.
Was this man following him? Did he hear himself asking about Kamal Taj?
Before Stephen Strange could express his doubts, the stranger walked forward on his own, leaving the wailing gangsters behind. Stephen Strange looked back, and those gangsters were all gone.
The dagger on the ground didn't even have time to put away, and he rolled out of the dark alley without even thinking about saying harsh words. Stephen Strange hugged his aching arm and followed the stranger around Kathmandu.
They walked for a long time in the streets, during which time Stephen Strange kept trying to ask questions, but the stranger did not answer a word - they passed many ruined temples and re-entered the crowded crowd.
The stench emanating from the poor and the streets was already quite familiar to Stephen Strange. He even knew this road. He had passed by it more than once in the past few days. He had even wandered in that square and used it with his own body.
I bought local food with the remaining money, and then returned to the hotel and had diarrhea.
Finally the stranger stopped beside a wooden door in a brick wall.
"This is it? Are you looking for the right place?" Stephen Strange asked. He looked back at the temple he passed before, "That place looks more like...Kama Taj."
Saint Mi looked directly into Stephen Strange's eyes with a serious face, as if his nature was as hard as steel. "I have stood in the same position before and asked the same questions, and I also had the same lack of respect...
…Can I give you some advice?”
Stephen Strange nodded. He could only nod, this was the only purpose of his coming to Kathmandu.
"Forget everything you think you know."
"Okay, I see." was all Stephen Strange could say. "It's all a lie." He thought to himself, "But what can I do? I need answers, someone who can cure me."
The answer is, even if the other person says that what is worshiped here is the Garter Angel, I can still nod and agree."
"There are indeed garter stocking angels here." The solemn atmosphere deliberately created by the savior was broken, and he said helplessly, "There is a car here with a license plate that is even a transparent pajamas."
"What? Can you read minds?"
"Get in!"
Stephen Strange was ignorantly pushed into the door that had opened at some point. Then he saw a man who looked very similar to him. The man was wearing a robe similar to that of his savior and had the same face.
Surprised, but before Stephen Strange could take a few more glances, the stranger pushed him to continue walking in, crossing the square filled with sculptures that had been swept spotlessly. He could not resist, and was led in by the stranger.
He walked into a room lit with incense, and the slanted sunset light shone in through the hollow flower wall, reflecting mottled patterns on the wooden floor. "This is the temple of our mentor, the Supreme Mage Ancient One." Help.
The benefactor said, "Keep quiet here."
"Ancient One?" Stephen Strange had not yet recovered from his fright, "What is his real name?"
The man just looked at him quietly. The savior ignored Stephen Strange's questions, but took out the pistol from his waist and handed it to a mystic in the room. Stephen Strange
After walking a few steps further indoors, an older Asian man was sitting on a chair. Stephen Strange nodded to him. "Thank you...oh!" Two women appeared out of thin air to help.
Then he took off his heavy coat. "Okay, that's not bad." He thanked him dazedly, and then took a sip of tea, "Thank you, hello!"
A lady wearing a moon-white robe with a shaved head handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you." Stephen Strange thanked him again, then turned to the seated Asian man, "Thank you, Ancient One
, willing to meet me."
"You're welcome." The Supreme Mage suppressed a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his mischief.
Stephen Strange looked at his savior with confusion on his face. "This is the Ancient One." The stranger rolled his eyes helplessly, "You have the wrong person."
"Master Modo, thank you for your hard work." The Supreme Master said to Modo. "Thank you too, Master Hamil. Mr. Strange..."
"It should be Doctor Strange." The overly sweet tea revived the hungry Stephen Strange, and he emphasized again. "I am a doctor."
"I guess you are no longer a doctor." The Supreme Mage smiled and said to him, "Isn't this why you came here? How many operations have you performed? Seven or eight?"
"How did she know?" An ominous premonition came to mind, and Stephen Strange felt that he had fallen into a trap. A trap set by the rehabilitation physiotherapist, Jonathan Pangborn and some criminal organizations. However,
He still did not choose to turn around and leave. After all, he spent everything to find Kama Taj. "Seven times." Stephen Strange said, "The eighth time he was rejected."
The Supreme Mage walked to a low table and began to make tea by himself. Stephen Strange held back and asked straight to the point, "Did you heal a man named Jonathan Pangborn before? He was paralyzed at the time.
.”
"To a certain extent, yes." The Supreme Mage said. Mordo stood a few feet away with a cold face, staring at Stephen Strange intently, as if he was afraid that he would offend him by doing something inappropriate.
His Holiness.
"You made him walk again!"
"Yes." The Supreme Mage replied with a smile.
"This is impossible!" said Stephen Strange. "How do you heal a complete spinal cord injury caused by damage to the C7 and C8 nerve roots?"
"Oh, I didn't cure him." The Supreme Mage sounded like Stephen Strange was a stupid guy, "He couldn't walk, I just convinced him to believe that he could walk."
"You're not talking about physical and mental treatment, are you?" Stephen Strange looked at the Supreme Mage dubiously. He had seen movies and showed that Jonathan Pangborn's spinal cord injury was extremely serious. He had never believed in treatments similar to crystal therapy or homeopathy.
Aromatherapy, bioresonance therapy and other alternative therapies, Jonathan Pangborn's nerve damage is definitely not something that can be cured by pseudoscience. It can definitely be completely cured by some advanced technology such as stem cell cultivation.
"When you reattach a damaged nerve, do you let it heal, or does your body let it heal?"
"It's the cells." Stephen Strange answered the Sorcerer Supreme's question.
"Cells repair themselves in specific ways. So what if I told you that the body can be persuaded to repair itself in a variety of ways?"
"You mean cell regeneration?" Stephen Strange became excited. "This is a very cutting-edge medical technology. Is that why you work here? There is no supervision by a medical committee and no constraints of scientific ethics.
"He really wanted to visit the laboratory here and read the research papers on cell regeneration. At this moment, he understood why everyone who told him about it was lying because this research violated the laws of many countries.
After all, many aspects of cell regeneration require stem cell cultivation, and the most convenient way to obtain human stem cells is to use human fertilized eggs, which must violate the ethical concepts of many people.
"So you have developed a method that allows nerve cells to restore themselves?" Stephen Strange is looking forward to the answer. After all, this is a Nobel Prize-level scientific research result. ""What step has your treatment taken?
Already?
"No, Mr. Strange." The Mage Supreme suddenly became serious, "I know how to better guide the spirit to heal the body."