I Am In Marvel Chapter 468: Cut off the past and create a new life

New York Surgical Hospital, single intensive care unit.

Strange didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only felt that he had been having a long, long dream, and it was not until the end that his consciousness vaguely surfaced.

I reluctantly opened my eyes just a slit, and saw white, various medical equipment, and an electrocardiogram next to it. It looked like the intensive care unit of the hospital I was most familiar with.

The only difference is that this time he is the patient lying on the bed.

Strange felt pain all over his body, but only in his hands, not to mention the pain, he didn't even have any feeling...

"Strange, it's okay, it's okay."

A gentle and familiar voice came to his ears. Strange reluctantly shifted his gaze and saw his female colleague Christine squatting next to the hospital bed. She looked at him with concern on her face and kept saying: : "Everything will be fine."

"What's wrong with me?"

Strange asked with difficulty, looking at the hands fixed in front of his body, which were fixed by various dense steel wires and instruments, and said in horror: "What did they do to me?"

Kristen replied a little unbearably: "You were in a car accident. The car fell into the lake. It took the ambulance crew a long time to find you. When they sent you to the hospital, they missed the best time for neurological treatment. ..."

She paused and sighed: "The ligaments in my hand were torn, 12 steel nails were inserted into the bones, and the nerves were severely damaged. No one can do better."

"No."

Strange looked at his nearly disabled hands, and the final arrogance from the genius forced him to utter a difficult sentence, "I can, I can do better..."

……

Unnatural Office building, top floor office.

Kyle sat on the chairman's office chair with his legs crossed. He shook the red wine in his glass, took a sip, looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling New York streets below, and said leisurely: "The weather is really good today."

"I can accompany you to bask in the sun."

Lucy walked into the hall with high heels. She put on a woman's suit and uniform, and her blond hair was tied into a ponytail. She was a little less innocent and immature, but a little more intellectually mature.

"Yutong has told me many times how busy you are."

Kyle shrugged boredly, put down his wine glass, hugged Lucy who came up to him, and gently squeezed her elastic round buttocks with his big hands.

Luci didn't resist, spit out her pink tongue, and said softly: "There's nothing we can do about it. After leaving the earth for decades, there have been many changes in the financial work. It takes a certain amount of time to adapt, and we have to work with you. Tony and Stark Industries over there are handing over."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, as if he was thinking about something absently.

Lu Xi obviously noticed it. She sat on Kyle's belly and said with a smile: "Yutong also told me that you have been paying attention to a surgeon named Strange recently, and you are evil. They plotted against him. I heard that he sold cars and houses during this period, and kept looking for ways to heal his paralyzed hands. Now he is at the end of his rope."

Although she knew that what Kyle was doing was dark, Lucy, like Yutong, not only had no objection to it, but would help Kyle without hesitation. Because the two women believed from the bottom of their hearts that what Kyle did must be right.

If the world thinks Kyle did something wrong, then the world must be wrong.

"This is what we want." Kyle smiled faintly and said: "If you are not at the end of the road, desperate, and as arrogant as him, how can you give up everything you have and pursue a path that ordinary people dare not set foot on. ”

"What if the doctor knows about this in the future? Will he blame you?" Lucy would only think about Kyle.

"Maybe, but I don't care."

Kyle's face was calm and natural. When he reached his status and strength, he no longer had to think about too many things. As long as he wanted to do it, he would do it.

"Okay, it's time for me to go to work and I'll stay with you tonight."

Routing her fingers on her left breast, Lucy gave Kyle a wink, then kicked off her high heels and left the top floor office.

"This little goblin..."

Kyle shook his head slightly and muttered. After a while, Yutong came to the office again, holding a stack of information documents in his hand.

"Boss. I sent out my katana to conduct an extensive investigation on the paralyzed patients in New York City, and finally found a person suspected of being the type you mentioned."

Yutong pulled out one of the documents and placed it on the table. He flipped the paper with his mind, and it revealed the detailed information of a white young man.

Kyle looked at it and said, "Where is the doctor who diagnosed him before?"

Yutong was well prepared and pulled out another document, which was information about a black doctor, "He is still working as a neurological consultant at a public hospital in New York."

Kyle drank the red wine in the glass, smiled, and ordered: "Now make arrangements to get Strange and the doctor on the line. What happens next... depends on his luck."

"Understood." Yutong nodded seriously.

A few more days passed.

Strange's hair is messy and his face is full of beard. He is sitting on the sofa of his hotel extremely decadently. This is his last night in the five-star hotel. He will move out tomorrow if he can no longer pay the rent.

Not only that.

The high cost of six or seven cutting-edge surgeries almost depleted the wealth he had accumulated in the first half of his life.

Half an hour ago, Strange had just had a big quarrel with Christine, because Christine kept urging him to give up his paralyzed hands that could not be cured and get back on his feet to face the current situation of life.

The other party may be right, but how can he cheer up after losing his proud hands!

When he came to the bathroom and stared blankly at himself in the mirror, who couldn't even hold the razor steady, Strange felt extremely desperate.

At this moment, the cell phone rang.

Strange used the scarred fingers of his left hand to slide the screen with difficulty. After the call was connected, the voice of his former colleague Mark came out of the phone, "Strange, you haven't given up yet, have you? I learned that New York There is a surgeon who specializes in neurological consultation. Maybe he can help you."

"Send me your location and contact information." Strange took a deep breath and said.

Half an hour later.

The neurosurgery consulting room at the New York City Public Surgery Hospital.

The black doctor sat face to face with Strange and said bluntly: "Sorry, Strange, your hands have no possibility of healing with our current neurological treatment technology."

Strange was no longer surprised. He smiled miserably, raised his hands, and said to himself: "I knew it, I knew it. Have you ever seen someone paralyzed like this and still able to do it?" Someone who has recovered? Even I can’t do it, let alone others!”

A glimmer of light flashed in the black doctor's eyes, and he said inexplicably: "There really is one."

"What do you mean?" Strange looked at the doctor in surprise. ~IndoMTL.com~ The black doctor recalled: "There was a patient who was injured in a work accident. His back was injured and his whole body was paralyzed. One leg was completely disabled. He was in pain all over while sitting on the chair. Half a year ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. Half a year ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. I haven’t seen him since and thought he was dead.”

"Then what?" Strange asked eagerly.

The black doctor said with emotion: "Some time ago, I suddenly saw him, and he walked past me, just like a normal person."

"How is this possible!"

Strange opened his eyes wide, as if grasping the last straw, "Please, give me his information!"

The black doctor looked directly at Strange and said in a deep voice: "You know, collecting patient information is prohibited in the hospital. But in order to make you, a proud genius, admit your mistake, I am happy to make an exception this time. !"