With a feeling of helplessness, irritability, and even being pinched by the Devonshire Group, Strange went to the hospital for physical therapy early the next morning.
After one hour of physical therapy with five periods of time and rest, Strange was sweating all over and looked hopeless.
He looked at the physical therapist who was counseling him in annoyance and kept saying in a positive tone, "Come on, doctor, you can do it, you will definitely be able to do it."
Hearing the words "You can definitely do it," Strange immediately asked sarcastically, "Tell me the truth, top undergraduate student.
Have you ever seen such a severe nerve injury, and after a failed surgery and an unsuccessful repair surgery?
Can anyone recover using physical therapy?"
The physical therapist looked at Strange in surprise, unable to tell that the phrase 'undergraduate top student' was mocking him.
Although Strange is indeed very famous in the medical community, his stinky behavior would make a person angry.
Fortunately, physical therapists are not fools. They are not likely to curse or hit patients while treating them.
However, this does not prevent him from using an example that even he himself finds impossible to stimulate, or to lead Strange into the gutter.
"Seven or eight years ago, I received a patient who suffered a car accident and suffered a serious waist injury and paralysis. One leg was also disabled. Even if he lay in bed and didn't move, his whole body would hurt.
He came here three times a day for physical rehabilitation, but suddenly stopped coming four months later. After that, I thought he was dead.
Unexpectedly, a year later, I was in the hospital and saw him walking past me like a normal person and entering the psychiatrist’s office to look for,,.
Before he finished speaking, Strange interrupted and asked, "Walk by? This is impossible?"
"No, I want to see his medical records."
"God, do you think it's that easy to adjust patient information?"
But before the physical therapist had time to refuse, there was a voice in his heart saying that he had a spare copy of information at home.
The physiotherapist didn't even think about it, and the backup information that didn't exist at all was actually in his own home.
"Forget it, in order to shut up this conceited bastard like you, I will go back and write down the information I memorized back then and send it to you as soon as possible."
Now it was Strange's turn to be surprised, "You, can you remember the medical records from seven or eight years ago?"
"Haha", the therapist sneered a few times without saying a word, and then left the physical therapy room under Strange's shocked eyes. During the lunch break, he went home to get the information.
Except for the CT images, I copied everything that could be copied and couriered it to Strange's house.
That night, Strange couldn't help but blush when he saw the information in the mailbox downstairs. He prided himself on having a photographic memory.
But it is still a bit difficult, or impossible, to recall the medical records from seven or eight years ago completely, without making any mistake in every letter or data.
After reading the information, I found that the information only contained the injury report of the patient named Pangborn and the records during physical therapy. There was no physical examination report of the patient after recovery.
Strange's first thought was that he felt that he had been tricked by the physical therapist.
But the physical therapist said that Pangborn's words walking past him stayed in his mind all night, and even appeared in his dreams.
Strange, who had no other choice but to be a consultant for the Devonshire Group or a thug attacking the entire medical system, got up before dawn the next day to wash himself, using scissors with trembling hands, and repaired for several months.
An unkempt beard.
Then follow the information in the information to find the patient named Pangborn.
And this Pangborn was the one who took Casillas to Kama Taj.
On the outdoor basketball court under a viaduct, Strange found Pangborn, looking incredibly like a normal person.
"Jonathan Pangborn? Two sections of his spine were completely separated. He was completely paralyzed from the waist down. The kneeboard of his left leg was shattered and he was disabled. He had intermittent pain all over his body."
Pangborn didn't wait for Strange to finish speaking, and asked warily, "Who are you?"
"Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon." When he said this, Strange's face darkened, "A former neurosurgeon."
When he heard about the profession of neurosurgeon, Pangborn suddenly thought of something and made a mocking expression, "I thought of you, doctor."
"I, we know each other?" Strange was delighted, but he heard Pangborn say with a bad expression, "I know you, but you definitely don't know me.
When I was injured, I went to you for help, but my family and I couldn't even enter your office."
Strange was stunned for a moment, then thinking about the case he saw last night, he said with an embarrassed look, "I can't save you at all."
"Then look at me now," Pangborn raised his hand and turned it around a few times and sarcastically said, "You are simply afraid of failure and only care about your own reputation, right?"
After saying that, Pangborn turned around and left. But Strange, who had already seen the miracle, could not give up so easily.
Lifting up his hands in his pockets, "You found hope in despair and created miracles.
Now I, a poor man in despair, hope to get your help."
Pangborn looked at the centipede-like scars on the back of his hands and Strange, whose hands kept shaking, couldn't help but think of his desperate look back then.
But when he thought of the scene when he took Casillas to Karma Taj and saw William personally cleaning up a dozen magicians who had fallen into darkness, Pangborn shuddered violently.
Whenever he thought of the way William looked at him, like he was looking at an ant, Pangborn recalled his experience of seeing a psychiatrist for several years after escaping back to New York, and then turned around and left without even thinking about it.
Helping others is important, but your own life is more important.
"Wait, wait," Strange quickly caught up.
But no matter how he tried to stop him, Pangborn could always get rid of him easily, and only ten seconds later, he could only watch Pangborn dozens of meters away from him.
Just when Strange was feeling desperate, he suddenly saw Pangborn parked motionless on the side of the road.
While Strange was catching up quickly, he didn't notice Pangborn staring blankly into the distance at a man wearing a bright yellow hooded robe.
William, whose nose was covered by his hood, smiled and suddenly disappeared.
"Please, please, Pangborn."
Hearing Strange's panting voice, Pangborn turned around and looked at Strange blankly. He still didn't understand that this guy with disabled hands in front of him was actually the richest and most noble Supreme Mage in the world.
Take a fancy to.
For a moment, he was shouting 'why' in his heart.
Yes, why.
But Pangborn did not dare to go against William's thoughts and ideas at all.
He is the master of all mages, a being so powerful that even demons and devils are afraid of him. How can a person like me, who has to spend a lot of effort to release even simple magic, dare to deal with someone who can be favored by the Supreme Mage?