I Am In Marvel

New York surgical hospital, single intensive care unit.

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

Reluctantly opened his eyes a little, the eyes were white, and there were various medical equipment, and there was an electrocardiogram on the side, which seemed to be the intensive care unit of the hospital that he was most familiar with.

The only difference was that this time he was the patient in bed.

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

"Strange, it's alright, it's alright."

A gentle and familiar voice came from his ears, Strange barely looked away, and saw Christine, a female colleague squatting beside the hospital bed, she looked at him with concern, and continued to say: "Everything will be fine."

"What's wrong with me?"

Strange asked with difficulty, looking at the hands 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?"

Kristin replied a little reluctantly: "You had a car accident, the car fell into the lake, and the ambulance took a long time to find you. When you were sent to the hospital, the best time for neurological treatment was missed..."

She paused and sighed: "There are extra ligaments in the hand, 12 steel nails are inserted into the bones, and the nerves are severely damaged. No one can do better."

"Do not."

Strange looked at his nearly crippled hands, and that last arrogance from the genius forced him to spit out a difficult sentence, "I can, I can do better..."

...

Non-Natural Office Building, top office.

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

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

Lucy stepped into the hall with her high heels on. She put on a women's suit and her blond hair was tied into a ponytail. She was less innocent and childish, but more intellectually mature.

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

Kyle shrugged boringly, put down the glass, and embraced Lucy who had walked up to him.

Lucy didn't resist, and said softly, "There's no way to do this either. I've been away from Earth for decades, but my financial work has changed a lot. It takes a certain amount of time to get used to it, and I have to work with Tony and the Stark Industries over there. transfer."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, absent-mindedly seeming to be thinking about something.

Lucy obviously saw it, and smiled: "Yutong also told me that you were paying attention to a surgeon named Strange recently, and you even plotted against him badly. I heard that this paragraph of his Time has spent selling cars and houses, constantly looking for a way to cure paralyzed hands, and now it has reached the point of exhaustion.”

Although she knew that what Kyle was doing was rather dark, Lucy, like Yutong, not only resented 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 is wrong, the world must be wrong.

"What I want is this effect." Kyle smiled lightly and said: "If you are not exhausted, desperate, and proud of yourself, how can you give up everything you have and pursue the path that ordinary people dare not set foot on."

"What if the doctor finds out about this in the future? Will he blame you?" Lucy only thought about Kyle.

"Maybe, but I don't care."

Kyle's face is calm and natural. When he reaches his position and strength, he no longer needs to think about too much, as long as he wants to do it.

"Okay, it's time for me to go to work."

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

"Boss. I dispatched Cards to conduct an extensive investigation of paralyzed patients in New York City, and finally found a person who seems to be the kind of person you said."

Yutong took out one of the documents and put it on the table, and flipped the paper with his mind, and it contained the detailed information of a white young man.

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, "He is still in New York, a public hospital as a neurological consultant."

Kyle drank the red wine in the glass, smiled, and ordered: "Now make arrangements, let Strange and the doctor get on the line, and the future... depends on his good fortune."

"Understood." Yutong nodded seriously.

A few more days passed.

Strange's hair is messy, his face is full of beards, and he is sitting on the sofa of his hotel in a very decadent manner. This is his last night in a five-star hotel, and he will no longer be able to pay the rent and move out of here tomorrow.

Not only that.

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

Half an hour ago, Strange had just had a big fight with Christine, because Christine kept persuading him to give up his paralyzed hands that couldn't be cured, and get back on his feet to face the status quo of life.

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

When he came to the bathroom and stared blankly at the mirror, Strange felt extremely desperate.

Just then, the phone rang.

Strange used his scarred left hand to swipe the screen with difficulty. After connecting, the voice of his former colleague Mark came out on the phone, "Strange, you haven't given up, have you? I learned that New York has a professional A neurosurgeon, maybe he can help you."

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

After half an hour.

Neurosurgery Consultation Room at the New York Public Surgery Hospital.

The black doctor and Strange sat face to face 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. You have seen someone who is paralyzed like this and can still recover. What? Even I can't do it, let alone anyone else!"

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.

The black doctor recalled and said: "There was a patient with a work accident, his back was injured, he was completely paralyzed, one leg was completely scrapped, and he was in pain all over while sitting in a chair. Six months ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. When I saw him again, I thought he was dead."

"And then?" Strange demanded earnestly.

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

"how can that be!"

Strange's eyes widened, as if he had grabbed the last straw, "Please, give me his information!"

The black doctor looked straight at Strange and said solemnly, "You know, retrieving patient information is something that the hospital prohibits. But in order to make you, a proud genius, admit your mistake, I'd be happy to make an exception this time!"