With a swish sound, a figure in a red cloak landed on the ground. Looking at the empty basement, his face darkened and he sighed, muttering to himself.
"It was too late and he ran away again. Is this guy a hound? His nose is so sharp."
Just as he was saying this, he discovered that there was a trace of black ash on the ground that was obviously burned, so he immediately stepped forward and reached out to touch the black ash.
With a bang, the small trace exploded violently. After the smoke and dust dissipated, a demon with a humanoid upper body and a multi-legged insect lower body clung to the ceiling, revealing its ferocious expression towards the mage in the room.
smile.
The moment the mage's hands lit up, the devil couldn't stop laughing, because this guy didn't draw a magic circle or recite a spell. Twelve golden rings lit up behind his back, and he manipulated red silk ribbons with both hands. Come on, bang bang.
Two punches.
After a little effort to deal with the demon, the man devoured the power in the demon's body as quickly as possible. After taking a long breath, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Just when he was stabilizing the raging energy in his body, a series of pleasant phone ringtones rang. He picked up the mobile phone in his pocket and put it to his ear and said: "Hello? I'm very busy now, I..."
"What? Bruce Wayne? So what..."
And Nick's roar came from the receiver.
"Stephen, I don't care if Bruce Wayne dies or lives, but he can't die in our hospital, do you understand?!!"
"Then why did those doctors admit him?!" Strange roared back with the same roar: "And why did they send Bruce to hospitals in other cities?!"
Nick on the phone sighed and said in a low tone: "Listen, Stephen, I think with your wisdom you should be able to figure out that if there is a group of people who want Bruce Wayne to die, then even if we use explosion-proof gates
Welding all the hospital doors shut, he was bound to end up in one of the intensive care units because they thought no one here would care about the second richest man in the world."
"But the fact is that Bruce Wayne can't die, and we can't throw him out of the emergency room and onto the street right now."
"Why not?"
Nick's sigh became heavier, and he said: "Because they don't want Bruce Wayne to die now. This has something to do with turning him into such a culprit. At this point, the upper classes of the two earths are surprisingly different.
Consistently, I’m under a lot of pressure, do you understand?”
Strange frowned deeply, he changed his phone and said: "What do you want me to do, go back for surgery? But I am tracking an extremely dangerous one that may really threaten the earth.
and the evil mage of human safety."
"You know, neither angels nor demons can threaten humans at all." Nick pointedly pointed out: "The only thing that can destroy humans is humans themselves. I am solving this kind of problem in the most effective way, and I need your help.
"
Strange's eyes fell on the black ashes that had disappeared. Finally, he took the phone and said to the other side: "I'll be here right away, but this is the last time. Nick, I'm no longer a surgeon."
.”
"And we always thought you were the best, Stephen."
A subtle and complicated expression flashed across Strange's face. He always felt that this Nick Fury was a little weird, but he was entrusted by others and was loyal to his people. He finally arrived and Nick used a text message.
It was issued to him in the emergency room of the hospital.
Strangely, there is more than one Wayne Hospital in Gotham, but Bruce Wayne ended up being admitted to NYU Langone Medical Center.
This is really a bit of a coincidence, because this was the place where the young surgeon Strange once worked, and it was also the battlefield where he first made his fortune and became famous at home and abroad.
Back here again, things and people have changed. Strange, who was walking invisibly through the corridors, tried his best not to look at the familiar photos of doctors hanging on the doorways of clinics and research institutes. There were his teachers, classmates, and colleagues—
- They can all be summarized as people who were far inferior to him.
There is no doubt that Strange was once the best surgeon here. He once made this top three hospital in the United States proud of him, and he was once synonymous with God's love for people.
Strange saw the agents at the door of the preparation room from a distance. He revealed his figure. The agents had obviously been prepared. He walked in to change clothes and looked vaguely at the door leading to the operating room.
A familiar figure arrived.
Jonah, yes, he is a very good and arrogant guy. When he was here, he was still a little doctor who was trained by the head nurse. Now he can participate in such a major operation. It is really incredible.
Human beings are wrong.
Strange originally thought this way, but his sigh was quickly forgotten. As a result, the agent sent him a lot of information. Let’s not talk about Bruce Wayne’s condition.
The surgeon in charge of the consecutive surgeries turned out to be Jonah.
Strange took a deep breath and pressed his temples. He finally couldn't hold it back, took off the gloves he had put on, picked up the phone and dialed the number, and then said to Nick over there.
"Nick Fury, I remember you have a title called King of Agents, right? I hope the serum that gave you a long life didn't burn out your brain. Since Bruce Wayne is so important, how dare you let someone
The idiot who loses two needles per operation on average becomes the surgeon twice in a row?”
Nick muttered something over there, but Strange didn't hear it clearly at all. He only understood one sentence - "I am an agent, not the director of the hospital. It is not up to me to decide who will perform the surgery."
Yes, I just want good results."
This sentence undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Strange put one hand on his waist, took a deep breath and exhaled again and asked: "Who is the dean?"
"It seems to be called Bill Santakton?" Nick's voice came intermittently, as if he was asking someone else for an answer.
Strange hung up the phone decisively. He thought, good, this has to be mentioned as to why he left Langone Medical Center and went to work at Presbyterian Hospital.
Nothing has changed. As he went through the preparation process again, he thought that those who had excluded and suppressed him had won, and those colleagues who had never been stingy in praising and praising him, who seemed to appreciate and identify with him immensely, became
I continued to work under them as if nothing had happened.
Anyone who has had work experience knows that how good and outstanding you are is not the key to gaining a foothold in a work system that has been solidified over many years.
Especially when you are still young but sharp, there will always be some mediocre bad people who think they can drag you into the quagmire that drowned them by the usual means, or in fact they know they can't, just to make you sick.
Just for a moment.
Strange, who has no background but is proud enough, is destined to pay a heavy price for his arrogance in the hands of such a person, and has an obsessive pursuit of powerful wings that never fall.
The moment he stepped into this hospital, Strange knew that those so-called successes in cultivating one's mind were all nonsense.
The biggest change that Kamal Taj's magical journey brought to him was not that he had no desires and his heart was as calm as water, but that he saw the dead man go up first and give him two punches.
The moment he pushed the door open, he looked reserved and strode towards the operating room with firm steps.
The operating room door opened and everyone turned to look at him. At that moment, Strange clearly saw the changing expressions on their faces. He thought that the transcendent experiences that magic brought him were like
A mirror makes the ugliness of the world even uglier.
Most people were surprised. When they saw the familiar eyebrows between the hat and the mask, they were stunned for a moment as if they had lived in another world.
The one who looked moved was the head nurse who was standing at the edge sorting things. The others turned their heads frequently like sparrows in winter, exchanging glances with each other. Some were puzzled, some were shocked, but after a brief noise,
, most of them continue to keep their heads down and busy with their own affairs.
The faces of the first assistant and the second assistant were full of confusion. They were new faces that Strange had never seen before. They might be intern doctors who had just arrived recently. Jonah, an industry insider who had heard about his experience, had anger in his eyes.
Burning.
"What's going on, eh??!! How could an unrelated person break into the operating room? Where is the security, security! Security! Someone is interfering with the operation!! Arrest him quickly!!!"
Strange smiled contemptuously and said: "The biopsy doesn't allow you to tell whether there is an abnormality in the medium. Who is the irrelevant person here?"
Jonah was obviously choked. The short male doctor violently pushed away the assistants and nurses who were standing in front of him, rushed to Strange and said: "Stephen Strange, don't think that I can't
I know, you are no longer a surgeon, your hand is broken, you can no longer perform surgery."
"So what? I'm still here, guess how I passed the agent's blockade?"
Jonah's face turned red from suppressing it. Of course he knew what Strange's presence here meant - someone had gone to bring in reinforcements.
He had to admit that the first operation was not completely successful, or that it had no effect at all. At most, it was an open biopsy.
Bruce Wayne's problem is that the angle of the bullet is very clever. In addition to passing through the chest, it also affects the spinal nerves, which is quite dangerous.
As for this wealthy man whom New Yorkers had never heard of, but who is very important, for some reason, most doctors during the consultation thought it might be a congenital abnormality. The structure of his five pairs of spinal nerves was completely different from that of ordinary people.
Experts believe that this may be a special neurological abnormality that they have never seen before, and it is also a very difficult condition they discovered after the first examination.
Since no one has ever seen such a neural structure, no one dares to touch the bullet stuck in this mess of nerves, which creates an embarrassing situation.
With a bold attack, the richest man's life can be saved, but he is very likely to be paralyzed; if no treatment is taken, SHIELD and many people cannot just sit back and watch Bruce Wayne continue to be in a coma.
Therefore, they had to remove the bullet and save Bruce Wayne's life without affecting the extremely important spinal nerves and preserving Bruce Wayne's motor ability. The second point was particularly important to the doctors.
Because even if you have tried your best to achieve the best results in the professional field and are ethically and morally blameless, the world's richest man is usually neither professional nor moral.
And Jonah took over the important task purely because he is a gambler. He knew that it was such a weird and extremely difficult operation that made Stephen Strange famous in one fell swoop and gained the reputation of the Hand of God.
