I Am In Marvel

Strange is a life-saving neurosurgeon.

Yes, saving lives, even he himself thinks so.

Although he is only in his thirties and has only been a doctor for ten years, Strange can confidently say that if he is only the second in New York City, no surgeon would dare to call him the first in New York City.

Strange is undoubtedly a superior and conceited genius. In the past ten years, he not only became famous in the medical world for his neurosurgical skills, but also obtained a lot of shares in the surgical hospital where he worked. Shareholders.

Now Strange no longer cares about the amount of medical expenses, only cares about the next seriously ill patient, whether there is a surgical incurable disease that other doctors can't overcome, and then relies on the extraordinary neurological treatment technology to challenge the disease suffer.

This morning.

Strange was driving one of his favorite cars, a Chevrolet A8, across the main road where traffic flowed to a private surgical hospital in the heart of New York City to prepare for the daily work of a surgeon.

But as soon as he arrived at the main entrance of the surgical hospital, Strange discovered unexpectedly that the entrance of the hospital was so crowded with media personnel that many local police officers came to maintain order on the scene with the hospital guards and stopped those who wanted to enter. Media reporters at the hospital building.

"Except for patients living in the hospital, their relatives, and hospital nurses, all other personnel are not allowed to enter the hospital building!" warn.

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

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

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

Strange got into the boiling crowd, and the captain of the guard recognized him and hurriedly pulled Strange out of the crowd.

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

"Doctor Strange, you'll know when you go in." The captain of the guard gave Strange a wry smile, and then continued to work hard to resist the media reporters, lest they go in and interfere with the recuperating patients.

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

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

"Our hospital has been acquired! Can you be in a hurry?" Christine said angrily.

"What did you say?" Strange was stunned.

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

Strange's face was tense, he thought calmly, and muttered: "No! Even if the hospital is acquired, according to the terms of the contract, a general meeting of shareholders should be held first, and a vote will be taken step by step. After all, this is a major event."

Christine shrugged and said: "Because of the identity of the acquirer and the price given, the major shareholder has no reason to refuse, so he agreed on his own initiative. Now the other party's people, 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, and when you arrive, he will take you directly to the conference hall."

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

"I just said that I'm not calm enough, you'll know when you go to the conference hall." Christine sold out and sighed lightly: "If I were to describe it, the other party would be... the ceiling."

ceiling? What adjective is this?

Strange's own genius and arrogance made him involuntarily have the idea of ​​competing with the opponent.

When Christine and Strange rushed to the corridor of the conference room, the door of the conference hall suddenly opened, the old hospital director walked in the forefront, and there were more than a dozen shareholder directors, all of whom were bent over attentively, The stars gathered around a man and a woman and walked out like the moon.

"Christine, the person you are talking about, is it..."

Strange stopped in a daze, opened his mouth, even if there was no crowd around him, the man and the woman were equally eye-catching. .

Peace symbol Kyle Carr, Chairman of Unnatural Firm, Aimee Carr.

Isn't this the ceiling?

The ceiling that represents all industries, achievements, money, and power!

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

Without waiting for Strange to respond, the old dean pulled Strange, turned to Kyle and Yutong, and introduced: "Mr. Kyle, Miss Yutong, this is the best neurosurgeon in our hospital. —Stephen Strange, one of the hospital’s shareholders.”

"Oh?"

Kyle smiled lightly. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body and three-point slacks on the lower body. He had a tall and strong perfect physique, and a gentle and calm domineering temperament, so that the shareholders with beer belly beside him consciously kept a certain distance.

To know.

A symbol of peace, Kyle was a demon-killing god in World War II, and his current status is even more ridiculous. Even if he himself behaves as easygoing, no one dares to really go along with him.

What the people on the field didn't expect was that Kyle suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his left hand towards Strange, "Dr. Strange, right? Hello."

Not only the others were stunned, but Strange was also stunned. Fortunately, Christine pushed him, and Strange reached out his hand in flattery and shook hands with Kyle.

In front of the living legends of New York, all genius and conceit are all gone.

Because the other party is the ultimate genius.

"Strange, you are a surgeon."

Kyle looked at Strange peacefully, and instead of letting go immediately, he asked softly, "Then do you believe in ghosts and magic, or the theory of 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, shook his head and said, "I am a materialist, I only believe in science and knowledge. How can the so-called magic and soul theory save those heavy A sick person?"

"Strange!" The old dean was anxious, for fear that Strange accidentally contradicted Kyle.

Kyle didn't have any dissatisfaction, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he patted Strange's shoulder, and smiled: "I believe in science too much, why is it not superstition? Doctor Strange, I hope we meet next time, you The same answer can be given.”

Finish this sentence.

Kyle didn't stop, and left with Yutong dressed as a secretary, leaving Strange standing in a daze.