Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 935: Visit Karma Taj

Waiting for the recovery stage is the most difficult time for Strange.

Inside the palm wrapped in plaster, like thousands of ants moving under the flesh, bit by bit gnawing at the nerve tissue.

Every time he moved his finger, it was like severing dozens of nerves. The intense pain was accompanied by the burning sensation, which made Strange often lie in the hospital bed in the middle of the night, gritting his teeth and groaning in a low voice. .

Can't wait for the wound to heal completely, he couldn't wait, and proposed a 'treatment plan'.

It was a very expensive operation with only one possibility, but even this possibility was the only hope for the drowning Strange to save him.

The top surgeon who used to rule the fate of others, but now he can only lie in the hospital bed and let others rule his fate.

I have to say, this is a very funny thing.

...

In the months following the surgery, things did not improve.

It seems that this time, God no longer has pity on this genius, and has abandoned his pride and talent.

He tried everything he could, but his request was ultimately rejected, because no top surgeon was willing to reduce the success rate of his surgery on a 'trash' like him.

As before, he treated those patients, leaving them in a corner, leaving them to mold and stink.

A former surgical genius finally fell from heaven to the abyss, falling to pieces.

No one cares anymore, like a wounded beast, hiding alone in a corner, wanton venting his anger.

Ding~

The door of the apartment was pushed open, and a figure walked in slowly.

Strange has not shaved for several months, and is as sloppy and decadent as a street vagabond. With his former high-spirited bearing, he is huddled in the corner of the room, with countless wine bottles scattered around his feet. .

"They rejected me..."

Strange's eyes were stiff, like a walking dead, and he kept repeating.

"Stephen, it's time to end it." Palmer couldn't bear to be like this, and persuaded: "You've run out of money, it's time to stop, don't continue, okay?"

Over the past few months, Strange has undergone several costly surgeries in an attempt to restore the nerves in his fingers.

These operations have already emptied his family, if it was before, it might not matter.

But now, he has lost his status as a surgeon, has no financial resources at all, and has no savings. He has already borrowed all the loans he can get, like a desperate gambler who loses with red eyes.

"Oh, are you here to pity me?"

Strange's eyes were full of rage and depression, and his reason was completely overwhelmed by negative emotions.

"Stephen, even if you lose your job, you still have a life." Palmer looked at him distressedly and said, "This is not the end, there are other things that can make your life more meaningful."

"More meaningful? You?"

Strange seemed to have found an outlet and poured out the accumulated negative emotions in one breath: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes! Are you pity me? Christine, you like tragedies very much. A story? Poor Stephen Strange, a wonderful charity, he finally needs me, a scum who can be saved by you, eh!!!”

When it came to the end, he was already roaring, and the living room seemed to be shaking.

The hurtful words, like a sharp sword, pierced Palmer's heart, she was completely disappointed with this man, and finally gave him a deep look, and said softly: "Goodbye , Stephen."

She picked up her bag, put down a stack of documents, and left silently.

Watching Palmer leave, Strange felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't speak to hold back.

Maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's stubborn, maybe it's... that little bit of pride.

Strange slumped on the ground in a decadent manner, staring at the living room with lost eyes. After a long time, he crawled to the document and slowly tore the seal of the document with his trembling hands.

A pattern of a black eagle, printed on the very first page of the document.

It's marked with secret intelligence, and I don't know how Christine got this document.

"Killian... big virtual?"

Strange opened the file, as if seeing a new world.

There are some supernatural events recorded in it, such as monsters that ordinary people can't see, which are collectively referred to as 'Void', and the huge monster he saw that day was named 'Great Void Kirian' by S.H.I.E.L.D. A more evil monster.

The guy who crusades these monsters is called "Death" by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is said to be a powerful organization with extraordinary power that exists in the form of a soul, and has been guarding human society behind its back.

Unfortunately, he happened to meet Da Xu that day, and he was lucky to have a life left.

In addition to this, he also found a document.

A patient with a completely broken spine, but inexplicably recovered, is a special case that Palmer has worked so hard to find, hoping to give him courage, but now...

Strange's face is bitter, and he has failed Palmer's good intentions.

But then, his eyes were firm again: "Since this person can recover, so can I. After I recover my hands, I will come to you to apologize, Kristen Palmer!"

...

Nepal, Kamandudu.

Strange, with a stubble face, stood in the market at a loss.

From the special patient's mouth, he learned of a magical place, a sacred place called 'Kama Taj', which uses the power of the mind to control the body, perhaps even his hands.

Strange, who was desperate, sold all his assets in exchange for a ticket to Kamandu.

Now he has no refund. If he can't find Kama Taj, he won't even have the money to go back.

After a lot of hardships, he was beaten by gangsters on the way, and almost took away the last watch Palmer left him. Under the leadership of the mysterious man in black, he finally found the legendary Kamata Ji.

A temple complex with a long history and ancient fragrance.

"The person you are looking for is waiting for you there."

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a face of vicissitudes. He was a middle-aged black man. He slowly pointed to a room and said, "I will give you some advice before entering, forget what you know for yourself. everything."

The style of the room is very simple, like it has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

In the corner, a copper stove floats with cigarettes, exuding a refreshing aroma, as if the soul is clear.

Behind the wooden window, there was a living room-style room. The black man did not follow, and motioned him to go in alone.

Strange hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked into the room and looked around.

A young woman with a bald head ~IndoMTL.com~ is sitting at an antique tea table, looking at him with a smile.

And in front of the tea table directly opposite her, there was a strange person sitting, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

After hesitating again and again, Strange walked up to the strange person and said cautiously, "Thank you, Master Gu Yi, for willing to see me."

"Oh, I guess I guessed right."

Lorde glanced at Gu Yi with a half-smile, and said lightly: "If you lose, don't forget to promise me, and she is Gu Yi."

Strange twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his head along the man's fingers. The bald mage still smiled: "It's true that I lost. I'll lend you the book of Weishan Emperor for a few days."

After speaking, Gu Yi slowly got up, his deep eyes like a galaxy, and said, "Introduce me, I am Master Gu Yi."

"You... hello, I'm..." Strange was a little nervous and didn't speak very neatly.

"I know, your name is Stephen Strange, surgeon."

Gu Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and he told his information one by one as if he was pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

Until the end, Strange's eyes are weird, even a little creepy.

He is now a little doubtful whether he has been deceived and entered a scam set up by someone.

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