Chapter 2173: Battle of Two Cities! (Forty)

Chapter 2172 Battle of Two Cities! (forty)

With a swish sound, a figure in a red cloak landed on the ground. Looking at the empty basement, his face darkened and he sighed, muttering to himself.

"It was too late and he ran away again. Is this guy a hound? His nose is so sharp."

Just as he was saying this, he discovered that there was a trace of black ash on the ground that was obviously burned, so he immediately stepped forward and reached out to touch the black ash.

With a bang, the small trace exploded violently. After the smoke and dust dissipated, a demon with a humanoid upper body and a multi-legged insect lower body clung to the ceiling, revealing its ferocious expression towards the mage in the room. smile.

The moment the mage's hands lit up, the devil couldn't stop laughing, because this guy didn't draw a magic circle or recite a spell. Twelve golden rings lit up behind his back, and he manipulated red silk ribbons with both hands. Come on, Bang Bang. Two punches.

After taking a little effort to deal with the demon, the man swallowed the power in the demon's body as quickly as possible. After taking a long breath, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Just when he was stabilizing the raging energy in his body, a series of pleasant phone rings rang. He picked up the mobile phone in his pocket and put it to his ear and said: "Hello? I'm very busy now, I..."

"What? Bruce Wayne? So what..."

And Nick's roar came from the receiver.

"Stephen, I don't care if Bruce Wayne dies or lives, but he can't die in our hospital, you understand?!!"

"Then why did those doctors admit him?!" Strange roared back with the same roar: "And why did they send Bruce to hospitals in other cities?!"

Nick on the phone sighed and said in a low tone: "Listen, Stephen, I think with your wisdom you should be able to figure out that if there is a group of people who want Bruce Wayne to die, then even if we use explosion-proof gates Welding all the hospital doors shut, he was destined to be in one of the intensive care units because they thought no one here would care about the second richest man in the world.”

"But the fact is that Bruce Wayne can't die, and we can't throw him out of the emergency room and onto the street right now."

"Why not?"

Nick's sigh became heavier, and he said: "Because they don't want Bruce Wayne to die now. This has something to do with being the culprit who turned him into this. At this point, the upper classes of the two earths are surprisingly Consistently, I’m under a lot of pressure, do you understand?”

Strange frowned deeply. He changed his phone and said, "What do you want me to do, go back for surgery? But I am tracking an extremely dangerous one that may really threaten the earth." and the evil mage of human safety.”

"You know, neither angels nor demons can threaten humans at all." Nick pointedly pointed out: "The only thing that can destroy humans is humans themselves. I am solving this kind of problem in the most effective way, and I need your help. "

Strange's eyes fell on the black ashes that had disappeared. Finally, he took the phone and said to the other side: "I'll be here right away, but this is the last time, Nick, I'm no longer a surgeon." ”

"And we always thought you were the best, Stephen."

A subtle and complex expression flashed across Strange's face. He always felt that this Nick Fury was a little weird, but he was entrusted by others and was loyal to his people. He finally arrived and Nick used a text message. It was issued to him in the emergency room of the hospital.

Oddly enough, there is more than one Wayne Hospital in Gotham, but Bruce Wayne ended up at NYU Langone Medical Center.

This is really too much of a coincidence, because this was the place where the young surgeon Strange once worked, and it was also the battlefield where he first made his fortune and became famous at home and abroad.

Back here again, things and people have changed. Strange, who was walking invisibly in the corridors, tried his best not to look at the familiar photos of doctors hanging on the doorways of clinics and research institutes. There were his teachers, classmates, and colleagues— - They can all be summarized as people who were far inferior to him.

There is no doubt that Strange was once the best surgeon here. He once made this top three hospital in the United States proud of him. He was once synonymous with God's love for people.

Strange saw the agents at the door of the preparation room from a distance. He revealed his figure. The agents had obviously been prepared. He walked in to change clothes and looked vaguely at the door leading to the operating room. A familiar figure arrived.

Jonah, yes, he is a very good and arrogant guy. When he was here, he was still a little doctor who was trained by the head nurse. Now he can participate in such a major operation. It is really a thing. Human beings are wrong.

Strange originally thought this way, but his sigh was quickly forgotten. As a result, the agent sent him a lot of information. Let’s not talk about Bruce Wayne’s condition. The surgeon in charge of the consecutive surgeries turned out to be Jonah.

Strange took a deep breath and pressed his temples. He finally couldn't hold it back, took off the gloves he had put on, picked up the phone and dialed the number, and then said to Nick over there.

"Nick Fury, I remember you have a title called the King of Agents, right? I hope that the serum that gives you a long life has not burned your brain. Since Bruce Wayne is so important, how dare you let a fool who loses two needles in each operation be the chief surgeon twice in a row?"

Nick muttered something over there, and Strange didn't hear it clearly. He only understood one sentence-"I am an agent, not the director of the hospital. It is not up to me to decide who will do the operation. I just want a good result." This sentence undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Strange put one hand on his waist, took a deep breath and exhaled, and asked: "Who is the director?"

"It seems to be Bill Santacton?" Nick's voice came intermittently, as if he was asking others for the answer.

Strange hung up the phone decisively. He thought, very good, this has to mention why he left Langone Medical Center and went to work at Presbyterian Hospital.

Nothing has changed. As he was re-preparing, he thought that those who had excluded and suppressed him had won, while those colleagues who never hesitated to praise and compliment him, as if they admired and recognized him, continued to work under them as if nothing had happened.

Anyone with work experience knows that how good and outstanding you are is not the key to your standing firm in a long-standing work system.

Especially when you are still young and outstanding, there will always be some mediocre and bad people who think they can use conventional means to drag you into the quagmire that once drowned them, or in fact they know that they can't, just to disgust you.

Strange, who has no background but is proud enough, is destined to pay a painful price for his arrogance in the hands of such people, and has a demonic pursuit of powerful wings that never fall.

The moment he stepped into this hospital again, Strange knew that those so-called spiritual cultivation achievements were nonsense.

The biggest change brought to him by the magic journey of Kamar-Taj was not that he had no desires and was calm, but that he would punch the bad guy first.

At the moment when he pushed open the door of the passage, he was restrained and strode towards the operating room with firm steps.

The door of the operating room opened, and everyone turned to look at him. At that moment, Strange clearly saw the process of their facial expressions changing. He thought that the transcendental experience brought to him by magic was like a mirror, making the ugliness of the world even uglier.

Most people were surprised. When they saw the familiar eyebrows between the hat and the mask, they were stunned for a moment as if they were in another world.

The one who showed a touching expression was the head nurse who was standing on the edge to organize things. Others turned their heads frequently like sparrows in winter, exchanging glances with each other, some were puzzled, some were shocked, but after a brief noise, most of them continued to lower their heads and busy themselves.

The first and second assistants were bewildered. They were new faces that Strange had never seen before, and they might be interns who had just come recently. Jonah, an industry insider who had heard about his experience, had a burning anger in his eyes.

"What's going on, huh??!! How could an unrelated person break into the operating room? Where are the security guards, security guards! Security guards! Someone is interfering with the operation here!! Take him away quickly!!!"

Strange smiled contemptuously and said, "The biopsy can't even tell you whether the medium is abnormal or not. Who is the unrelated person here?"

Jonah was obviously choked. The short male doctor pushed away the assistant and nurse who were blocking him violently, rushed to Strange and said, "Stephen Strange, don't think I don't know that you are no longer a surgeon. Your hand is broken, and you can't do surgery anymore."

"So what? I'm still here. Guess how I got through the blockade of the agents?"

Jonah's face flushed. Of course, he knew what Strange's appearance here meant - someone went to get help.

He had to admit that the first operation was not completely successful, or it didn't work at all. It was at most an open biopsy.

The problem with Bruce Wayne was that the angle of the bullet was very clever. In addition to passing through the chest, it also affected the spinal nerves, which was quite dangerous.

And this wealthy man who was unheard of by New Yorkers, but was quite important, somehow, most doctors in the consultation thought it might be a congenital abnormality. His five pairs of spinal nerves had a structure completely different from that of ordinary people.

Experts believed that this might be a special abnormal nerve lesion that they had never seen before, and it was also a very difficult situation they found after the first examination.

Since no one had ever seen such a nerve structure, no one dared to move the bullet stuck in this mess of nerves, which created an embarrassing situation.

If he was bold, the life of the richest man could be saved, but he was very likely to be paralyzed; if he did not deal with it, SHIELD and many people would not sit idly by and watch Bruce Wayne continue to be in a coma.

So they have to remove the bullet to save Bruce Wayne's life, but also not affect the extremely important spinal nerves to preserve Bruce Wayne's motor ability. The second point is particularly important for doctors.

Because even if you have done your best to achieve the best results in your professional field, and it is impeccable from an ethical point of view, the world's richest people are usually neither professional nor moral.

Jonah took on the task purely because he was a gambler. He knew that it was this strange and extremely difficult operation that made Stephen Strange famous and earned him the reputation of the Hand of God.