After finishing lunch with Hela, William chatted with her for a while, then stood up and nodded to Hela, teleporting back to Oxford Castle.
Two months passed before he knew it. After the second operation, Strange only had three days of post-operative physical recovery after the wound healed, and he realized that this operation did not achieve the results he hoped for.
.
And he himself knows very well that as the number of operations increases, no matter how skilled the surgeon is, there will always be some unavoidable side effects after the operation.
It's like if your skin is scratched, no matter how perfect the scar is healed, it will never achieve the same effect as the original skin.
Not to mention that the injury to his hands was a neurological problem. The second surgery could reduce the shaking several times, which can actually be said to be a success.
But what he wants is not to live a normal life, but to stand on the operating table again.
Late at night in New York in November, with light rain falling in the sky, Strange stood in the duplex he bought on Fifth Avenue, looking at the night view of New York outside the building.
Strange, who had been thinking about it for a week and discussed with several equally authoritative neurologists whether a third surgery was necessary, sighed helplessly.
Now even if he wants to sell this house, which is worth more than 10 million US dollars, no authoritative doctor is willing to take the risk of performing a third surgery on him.
"Ding dong, ding dong", a series of doorbell sounds came. Strange, who was too lazy to move and not in the mood to pay attention to others, soon heard the sound of the key opening the door.
You don't have to think twice to know that Christine Palmer is here.
Looking back, I saw Christine putting her umbrella on the shelf beside the shoe cabinet, holding a tablet and walking over quickly with a happy face.
"I just received a reply from Devonshire Group, and they suggested that we buy a travel ticket to Mars."
"What?" Strange asked in surprise, "What do they want to do? Use a trip to Mars that costs 10 million US dollars a ticket as a ticket for treatment?"
"No, no, no," Christine shook her head with a smile, squatted next to Strange, and said with a smile, "I had the same idea as you at first.
But after asking three times and getting no explanation from them, I felt that things were not that simple."
After saying that, Christine clicked her finger on the tablet a few times, then pulled up a form and said happily,
"Do you still remember the medical record report your assistant sent you before your accident?"
When Strange heard this, his face darkened, but he also understood that Christine could not be exposing his scars, and listened silently as Christine continued,
"The patient who was rejected by you more than four months ago was not only not paralyzed, but also participated in activities and appeared on TV."
"This is impossible," Strange stared at Christine excitedly, and then was stunned by the tablet in front of him.
I saw a wealthy New York businessman named Morrow playing on the tablet, attending a celebration for the first voyage of a cruise ship.
Seeing the smiling Morrow standing on the pier being interviewed by reporters, Strange had a realization in his heart.
Then I heard Christine continue happily, "Seeing that Moro can stand up, I found a relationship this afternoon to contact more than a dozen major hospitals in New York, or from experts in various medical fields, to get some patients who were rejected by them.
material.
There are two people like Morrow who have one thing in common: all three of them have business dealings with the Devonshire Group."
After saying that, Christine shook her head and said, "The other thing is that they are all rich people."
Strange knew that Christine was taking a huge risk. It could even be said that if someone revealed that she had secretly obtained patient information, the doctor would not be able to take it seriously.
While feeling grateful in his heart, Strange added, "And then they spent 10 million US dollars to buy a ticket to travel to Mars, right?"
"That's right." Christine, whose legs were aching from squatting, just stood up when she saw Strange standing up, holding her down and sitting on the sofa. However, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked at the rainy night.
of New York.
After a while, when Strange didn't speak, Christine said in a low voice, "Although I sell this house and go to Mars to make a bet, if I combine it with the large-scale fully automatic healing device on Mars, everyone can understand.
, who treated those rich people well?"
"Needless to say," Strange interrupted Christine and sighed, "I don't doubt your judgment just now, but I am worried about why Devon Hill Group agreed to the qualification you applied for for me."
.
"It's actually not that difficult to guess," Christine said with a helpless expression, "You can afford ten million US dollars, and you are a top authority on neurological matters.
Accepting you will not only improve their technical reserves in neuromedicine, but your years of surgical experience can also help them improve the success rate, or accuracy, of the machine.
As for the second point," Christine said, she didn't know what to say for a while.
And Strange knew in his heart that if Christine didn't say anything, it would mean that if he, a top neurological expert, had to rely on machines to recover from his hand injuries, then the well-informed rich people and witnesses around the world would not go there in the future.
Looking for a doctor.
After all, the cost of many diseases is not much less than 10 million US dollars, and there are even some diseases that you cannot cure even if you want to spend money.
It is even easier to target American passport holders. If you help the Devon Hill Group once, you can secretly enter Mars. After all, the spacecraft belongs to the Devon Hill Group. Who can know who is on the ship?
As for time, how much of a problem would it be to take a week off?
Although Strange wanted to accept Christine's suggestion now, his purpose of treating his hands was nothing more than to return to the operating table where he was best at and which gave him the most sense of accomplishment.
If my hands are healed but I can't stand next to the operating table again, what's the difference from now?
After hearing Strange's words, Christine was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.
After a while, Strange smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, since I am useful to the Devonshire Group, they will definitely not mind waiting for me for a while.
Let’s first take a look at the effect of postoperative physical therapy. If the effect is good, even if you can no longer be the chief surgeon, you can still be a consultant or deputy.
And it also saved 10 million US dollars," Strange said self-deprecatingly, "Based on my current situation, this house is probably the only property I can get rid of in the future."
Christine nodded, and then whispered, "But the property tax,".
"Alas", Strange rubbed his cheek helplessly.
The tax rate for an ordinary small-family house in New York is about 1.2% of the total value, but the tax rate for this large duplex house worth 10 million yuan is 6%, which means you have to pay $600,000 per year.
This 600,000 yuan used to be enough for Strange to perform a few operations, but once he can no longer be the chief surgeon, it will be good to have a salary of 600,000 yuan a year.
Of course, if he puts down his dignity and becomes a consultant to an authoritative doctor that he looked down on in the past, he can still get a salary of one million a year.
With an income of 1.6 million U.S. dollars, even if he doesn't have to pay personal taxes, no fool would spend two-fifths of his income on real estate taxes.
He can't be the surgeon again, and he has to sell the house even if he doesn't sell it.