New York Surgery Hospital, single intensive care indoor.

Strange didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he felt that he had a very long dream, and it was not until the end that he was vaguely floating on the surface.

He barely opened his eyes a crack, and his eyes were covered with white, and there were various medical equipment, and an electrocardiogram next to him, which seemed to be the intensive care unit of the hospital that he was most familiar with.

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

Strange felt pain all over his body, but his hands were all alone, let alone pain, and he didn't even feel anything.

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

A gentle and familiar voice came from his ears. Strange barely looked at him and saw his female colleague Christine squatting beside the hospital bed. She looked at him with concern and kept saying, "Everything will be fine."

"What's wrong with me?"

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

Christine replied a little unbearable: "You have a car accident and the car crashed into the lake. It took a long time for the ambulance to find you. When you were sent to the hospital, you missed the best time for neurotherapy."

She paused and sighed: "There are too many ligaments torn in her hand, 12 steel nails inserted into the bones, and the nerves are seriously damaged. No one can do better."

"No."

Strange looked at his almost disabled hands, the last arrogance from the genius forced him to utter a difficult sentence, "I can, I can do better."

Unnatural office building, top floor office.

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

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

Luxi walked into the hall with high heels. She put on a woman's suit and uniform, her golden hair tied into a ponytail, which was less innocent and tender, but more intellectual and mature.

"Yu Tong has told me many times how busy you are."

Kyle shrugged his shoulders boredly, put down his wine glass, hugged Luxi who had walked up to him, and gently squeezed his elastic round buttocks with his big hands.

Lu Xi didn't resist, spit out her pink tongue and said softly: "There is nothing to do. After decades away from the earth, there have been many changes in financial work. It takes a certain amount of time to adapt and also needs to hand over to the Stark Industry on Tony and the others."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

Lu Xi obviously saw it, sat her butt on Kyle's belly, and smiled and said, "Yu Tong also told me that you have been following a surgeon named Strange recently, and he even plotted against him with bad intentions. I heard that he has sold cars and houses for a while, and has been looking for a cure for paralyzing his hands. Now he has reached the end of his life."

Although he knew that what Kyle did was dark, Lu Xi, like Yutong, not only did she feel any disgusted with it, but she 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 whole world thinks that Kyle did something wrong, it must be that the whole world is wrong.

"This is the effect you want." Kyle smiled faintly and said, "If you don't have the end of your life, you have no way out and be as proud as him, how can you give up everything you have and pursue that path that ordinary people dare not enter."

"What if the doctor knew about this in the future? Will you blame you?" Lu Xi would only think about Kyle.

"Maybe, but I don't care."

Kyle's face was calm and natural. When he reached his status and strength, he no longer had to think too much about things. He would do it as long as he wanted to do it.

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

With his fingers turning around his left chest, Luxi gave Kyle a charming look, and then stepped out of the top office in high heels.

"This little fairy"

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

"Boss, I sent a Katou to conduct extensive investigations on paralyzed patients in New York City, and finally found a person who was suspected to be the type you mentioned."

Yu Tong took out one of the documents and placed them on the desktop. She thoughtfully controlled the paper to flip, which was a detailed information about a white young man.

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

Yutong was prepared and took out another document, which was a black doctor's information. "He is still in New York, in a public hospital as a neuromedicine consultant."

Kyle finished drinking the red wine in the glass, smiled, and ordered: "Now let's arrange it and let Strange join the doctor online. What's going on depends on his luck in the future."

"I understand." Yu Tong nodded seriously.

A few more days passed.

Strange had a messy hair, a bearded face, and was extremely decadent on his hotel sofa. This was his last night in a five-star hotel and he would be unable to pay the rent tomorrow to move out.

Not only that.

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

Half an hour ago, Strange had a big fight with Christine because Christine kept persuading him to give up his paralyzed hands that could not be cured and cheer up to face the current situation of life.

The other party may be right, but how could he cheer up after losing his proud hands!

When he came to the bathroom and stared blankly at the mirror, Strange, who couldn't even hold the razor, felt extremely desperate.

At this moment, the phone ringtone rang.

Strange used his scarred left finger to slide the screen. After answering, the voice of his former colleague Mark came from the phone, "Strange, you haven't given up yet, right? I learned that there is a surgeon in New York who specializes in neurological consultation, and maybe he can help you."

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

Half an hour later.

Neurosurgery consultation indoor at a public surgical hospital in New York.

The black doctor and Strange sat face to face and said bluntly: "Sorry, Strange, your hands are not at all possible with our current neurotherapy techniques."

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

A light flashed in the black doctor's eyes and he said inexplicably: "There is really one."

"What does it mean?" Strange looked at the doctor in surprise.

The black doctor recalled, saying, "There was a patient in an industrial injury accident who had a back injury, paralyzed all over his body, and his legs were completely scrapped. He was in pain all over his body. Half a year ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. For half a year, I have never seen him again and thought he was dead."

"What then?" Strange asked earnestly.

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

"How is this possible!"

Strange opened his eyes wide, as if he had grabbed the last straw, "Please give me his information!"
Chapter completed!