I Am In Marvel

New York Surgical Hospital, single intensive care room.

Strange didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but felt that he had had a long, long dream, and his consciousness dimly surfaced until the end.

Reluctantly opened a gap in his eyes, the eyes were white, there are various medical equipment, and an electrocardiogram on the side, it seems to be the intensive care unit of the hospital that he is most familiar with.

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

Strange felt pain all over, but only his hands, not to mention the pain, didn't even feel any...

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

A gentle and familiar voice came from her ears. Strange barely shifted her gaze and saw Christine, a female colleague squatting next to the hospital bed. She looked at him with concern and continued to say: "Everything It will be all right."

"What's wrong with me?"

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

Kristen replied a bit unbearably: "You were in a car accident and the car fell into the lake. It took a long time for the paramedics to find you. When you were sent to the hospital, the best time for neurological treatment was already missed..."

She paused and sighed: "There were more ligaments torn in the hand, 12 steel nails were inserted into the bone, and the nerve was seriously damaged. No one can do better."

"Do not."

Strange looked at his nearly crippled hands, the last arrogance from the genius, forcing him to spit out a word, "I can, I can do better..."

...

Non-natural office building, top office.

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

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

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

"How busy you are, Yutong has told me many times."

Kyle shrugged boringly, put down the wine glass, and embraced Lucy who had walked up to him, gently pinching her elastic round hips with her big hands.

Lucy didn't resist, she spit out her pink tongue, and said softly, "This is no way. After decades of leaving the earth, there have been many changes in financial work. It takes a certain amount of time to adapt, but also with Tony and others. Stark Industries on the side will be handed over."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, as if thinking absently.

Lucy clearly saw it, she sat on Kyle’s belly and smiled: "Yu Tong told me that you have been following a surgeon named Strange lately, and you have been wickedly calculating. He has one. I heard that he has sold cars and houses during this period, constantly looking for ways to heal his paralyzed hands, and now he has reached the point of exhaustion."

Although knowing that what Kyle is doing tends to be dark, Lucy, like Yutong, not only has any dislike for this, but will help Kyle without hesitation.Because the two women believed from the bottom of their hearts that what Kyle had done must be right.

If the whole world thinks Kyle is wrong, then the whole world must be wrong.

"What you want is this effect." Kyle smiled faintly, and said: "If you don't end up in poverty, desperate, and arrogant like him, how can you give up everything you have and pursue the road that ordinary people don't dare to set foot in."

"What if the doctor learns about this in the future? Will you 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 position and strength, he didn't need to think about too many things, as long as he wanted to do it.

"Well, I should go to work, and I will accompany you tonight."

Turning her fingers on her left chest teasing, Lucy cast a wink at Kyle, and then stepped on her high heels to leave the top office.

"This little fairy..."

Kyle shook his head slightly and murmured.After a while, Yutong came to the office again, still holding a stack of documents.

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

Yutong took out one of the documents and placed it on the desktop, turning the paper with his mind. It was a white young man's detailed information.

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

Yutong had already prepared, and pulled out another document, which was a black doctor's information message, "He is still in New York, a public hospital as a neurologist consultant."

Kyle drank the red wine in the glass, smiled, and ordered: "Now arrange to let Strange and the doctor get on the line. The rest... depends on his good fortune."

"Understood." Yutong nodded seriously.

A few more days passed.

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

Not only that.

The high cost of six or seven operations with cutting-edge technology almost exhausted 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 had been persuading him to abandon his paralyzed hands that could not be cured, and regroup to face the status quo 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 looked in the mirror blankly, Strange felt extremely desperate for himself who could not even hold the razor securely.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

Strange used the scarred left hand fingers to slide the screen arduously. After the call was connected, the voice of his former colleague Mark came out, "Strange, you haven't given up yet, right? I learned that there is a special in New York. The surgeon doing neurological consultation, maybe he can help you."

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

After half an hour.

The neurosurgery consultation room of the New York Public Surgery Hospital.

The black doctor and Strange sat face to face and said frankly: "Sorry, Strange, your hands are treated with our current neurotherapy technology, there is no possibility of healing."

Strange was no longer surprised. He smiled miserably, raised his hands, and muttered to himself: "I knew it, I knew it. Have you ever seen someone who is paralyzed in this way and can heal? Huh? I can't even do it, let alone others!"

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

"What do you mean?" Strange looked at the doctor in surprise.

The black doctor recalled, “There was a patient in a work-related accident. His back was injured, his body was paralyzed, one leg was completely scrapped, and he was in pain when sitting on a chair. Six months ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. For six months, I have not I saw him again and thought he was dead."

"What then?" Strange asked eagerly.

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

"How is this possible!"

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

The black doctor looked straight at Strange and said solemnly: "You know, accessing patient information, but the behavior is forbidden by the hospital. But in order to make you, a proud genius, admit your mistake, I am happy to make an exception this time!"