I Am In Marvel

Strange is a neurosurgeon who rescues the wounded.

Yes, heal the wounded, even he himself thinks so.

Although he is only in his thirties and his career as a doctor has only been ten years, when it comes to neurosurgery technology alone, Strange can confidently say that if he is only second in New York, no surgeon would dare to claim the first in New York.

Strange is undoubtedly a superior and conceited genius. Within ten years, he was not only famous in the medical field for his neurosurgery skills, but also obtained a lot of shares in the surgical hospital where he became a young surgeon and more money. Shareholders.

Now Strange does not care about the medical expenses, but only cares about the next critically ill patient, whether there is a surgical incurable disease that other doctors can't break, and then rely on the superior neurotherapy technology to challenge the disease. Suffer.

This morning.

Strange drove one of his favorite cars, Chevrolet A8, across the main road where cars went to the private surgical hospital in the center of New York, preparing for the daily work of the surgeon.

But as soon as he arrived at the main entrance of the surgical hospital, Strange unexpectedly discovered that the entrance of the hospital was full of media personnel, so that many local policemen came to maintain order with the hospital’s guards and stopped people from wanting to enter. Media reporter in the hospital building.

"Except for patients living in the hospital, or related family members, as well as hospital nurses, the rest are not allowed to enter the hospital building!" The captain of the door guard wiped the sweat from his face, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and shouting towards the crowd caveat.

A group of media personnel was taken aback for a moment, and then shouted more vigorously:

"I am a patient! Let me go to the emergency room!"

"I'm sick! I'm sick too!"

Strange got in from the boiling crowd, and the captain recognized him and hurriedly pulled Strange out of the crowd.

"Captain Philip, what the hell is going on with these media?" Strange asked confused.

"Doctor Strange, you'll know when you go in." The captain of the door guard smiled bitterly at Strange, and then continued to work hard to resist the media reporters, lest they would go in and interfere with the recuperating patients who were emotionally excited.

Strange could only enter the hospital building with full of doubts, and then came to the reception hall on the first floor. His female colleague, Dr. Christine Palmer, stepped forward quickly. He took his arm and walked to the elevator, "Come with me, the dean and chairman are all waiting for you!"

Strange ran quickly, and couldn't help asking: "Doctor Christine, what happened inside the hospital, wouldn't it be a major doctor and patient? It's not like you in such a hurry."

"Our hospital has been acquired! Can you not worry?" Christine said in an angry voice.

"What did you say?" Strange was stunned.

Inside the staff-only elevator that goes up to the high-level conference hall.

Strange's face tightened, thinking calmly, and muttering: "No! Even if the hospital is acquired, in accordance with the treaty, the shareholders meeting should be held first and voting decisions will be made gradually. After all, this is a big deal."

Christine shrugged and said: "Because of the identity of the acquirer and the price given, the majority shareholder has no reason to refuse, so he agreed to it on his own initiative. Now the other party, as well as the dean and shareholders, The contract is being signed in the conference room. The dean asked me to wait for you downstairs. After you arrive, he will take you directly to the conference hall."

"How can I say, our hospital can also be ranked in the top three in New York City, and is the only private surgical hospital! It is so sloppy...what is the origin of the other party?" No matter how calmly Strange thought, he couldn't think of it. A complete answer.

"I just said that I'm not calm enough, you won't know when you go to the conference hall." Christine sold it off and sighed slightly: "If you let me describe it, the other party is...the ceiling."

ceiling?What adjective is this?

Strange's own genius and arrogance made him want to compete with each other.

When Christine took Strange to the corridor of the conference room, the door of the conference hall suddenly opened. The old hospital dean walked in the forefront. There were more than a dozen shareholders and directors, all of whom bowed eagerly. The stars walked out around a man and a woman like a moon.

"Kristin, the other party you are talking about, is it..."

Strange stopped in a daze and opened his mouth wide. Even if there is no crowd around, the man and the woman are equally eye-catching. The man is young and handsome, and the woman is elegant and stunning. When the two walk together, no one can look away. .

The symbol of peace is Kyle Carl, the chairman of Unnatural Firm, Yu Hitomi Carl.

Isn't this the ceiling?

Represents the ceiling of all industries, achievements, money, rights, etc.!

The head of the hospital obviously saw Strange, and quickly stepped forward and pulled him in a low voice: "Strange, you are too slow. The contract has already been signed. You can add another signature later. Up."

Without waiting for Strange's response, the old dean took Strange, turned to Kyle and Yutong, and introduced: "Mr. Kyle, Miss Yutong, this is the best neurosurgeon in our hospital. ——Steven Strange is also one of the hospital’s shareholders."

"Oh?"

Kyle smiled faintly. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and cropped slacks on his lower body. The tall and robust perfect physique, gentle and steady domineering temperament, made the shareholders who are wearing beer belly consciously keep a certain distance.

To know.

Peace symbolizes that Kyle was a demon killing god in World War II, and his current status is even more outrageous. No one dares to really get along with him no matter how easy-going he is.

What the people on the court did not expect was that Kyle stepped forward suddenly and proactively extended his left hand towards Strange, "Doctor Strange, right? Hello."

Not only the others were stunned, Strange was also stunned. Fortunately, Kristen pushed him a bit, and Strange stretched out his hand flattered and held Kyle together.

In the face of living legends in New York, no genius and conceit existed.

Because the other party is the greatest genius.

"Strange, you are a surgeon."

Kyle looked at Strange peacefully, did not immediately let go, but asked softly: "Then do you believe in ghost spells, or is it the soul?"

Strange didn't expect that the peace symbol would take the initiative to shake hands, let alone that he would suddenly ask such a question.

Strange couldn't help being silent for a moment, and finally firmed up his inner thoughts, took a deep breath, and shook his head: "I am a materialist, only believes in science and knowledge. How can the so-called magic and soul save those important things? A patient?"

"Strange!" The old dean was anxious, for fear that Strange would accidentally bump into Kyle.

Kyle didn't feel any dissatisfaction. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he patted Strange's shoulder with his hand. He smiled and said, "Is it superstitious to believe in science too much? Doctor Strange, I hope we meet next time, you Can say the same answer."

Finish this sentence.

Kyle did not stay any longer, leaving with Yutong dressed as a secretary, leaving Strange standing in a daze.