Chapter 1526 Fish in a Cage

With helplessness, irritability, and even being squeezed by the Devin Hill Group in his hand, Strandi went to the hospital for physical therapy early the next morning.

After one hour, after five physical therapy periods and rest, sweaty, and I can't see the hope of Hope.

Looking at the physical therapist who taught him upset, he kept saying in a certain tone, "Come on, you can do your doctor, you can do it."

When he heard this sentence, Strandi asked suddenly, "You tell me honestly, undergraduate senior students.

You have seen the nerves who have suffered such a heavy injury, and also experienced a failure surgery, and a repair surgery that is not successful.

Can people who can recover with physical therapy? "

The physical therapist looked at Steranci in surprise. He couldn't hear the "undergraduate senior student" ridiculed him.

Although Stranci is indeed very famous in the medical community, his stinky appearance is that he will be angry.

Fortunately, the physiotherapist is not a fool. It is impossible to scold the patient during treatment, and it is impossible to hit people.

However, this does not affect his use, even the example he thinks it is impossible to stimulate, or to bring Strangqi into the gap.

"Seven or eight years ago, I received a patient, a car accident, a serious injury to the waist, and the legs were still disabled. Even if I was lying on the bed, my body would be painful.

He came here to make a physical rehabilitation three times a day. After four months, he didn't come. After that, I thought he was dead.

However, one year later, in the hospital, I saw him walking from me like a normal person, entering the office of a psychiatrist, and looking for ... ".

Before saying, Strangqi interrupted, "Pass? Is this impossible?"

"No, I want to watch his medical records."

"God, do you think the information of patients is so easy?"

But the physical therapist had not had time to refuse, and there was a voice in his heart that there was a spare information in his family.

The spare therapist did not think at all, and there was no reserve information at all, and he would actually be in his own house.

"Forget it, in order to let you shut your mouth, I go back and write down the information I remember that year, and send it to you in a hurry."

This time it was Sterlanqi surprised, "You, can you remember the medical records of seven or eight years ago?"

"Hehe", the treatment division sneered without talking, and then left the physical therapy room in Strangqi's shock eyes. When he was at noon, he went home to get the information.

Except for the CT picture, all those who can copy them have copied one and courier to Strand.

In the mailbox downstairs that night, Sterlamqi, who saw the information, couldn't help but blushed.

However, if you want to complete the complete, a letter, and a data, the medical record seven or eight years ago was still a bit difficult, or it could not be done.

After reading the information, I found that only the injury report of the patient named Panberin, and the records during physical therapy, had a medical examination report after recovery.

In the first thought, Strandi felt that he was played by the physiotherapist.

However, the therapist said that Pan Berne walked around him, and he appeared in his mind all night, even in his dream.

Except for the consultant of the Dvvs Hill Group or attacking the entire doctor system, Strangqi, who can go, did not light up the next day, wake up and fuse, use scissors with scissors, repair for a few months for a few months. Beard that has not been taken care of.

Then according to the information on the information, find the patient named Panberin.

And this Panberin was the one who took Casillas and Kamais Jiz.

On an outdoor basketball court under an elevated bridge, I found Pan Burns' Strangqi, and I watched it incredible to look like a normal person.

"Jonathan-Panton? Two sections of the spine are completely separated, below the waist is completely paralyzed, the left leg and knee plate are still broken, disabled, and there are intermittent pain in the whole body."

Panberon did not wait for Stelanqi to finish, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon", saying that Strangqi was dark, "former neurosurgeon."

Hearing the profession of neurosurgery, Pan Bernaben suddenly remembered what was taunting, "I think of you, doctor".

"I, do we know?" Strand was happy, but he said in a bad face, "I know you, but you must not know me.

When I was injured that year, I went to find you for help, but my family and I couldn't even enter your office. "

Sterlance was stunned, and then thought about the case I saw last night, and his face embarrassed, "I can't save you at all."

"Then you look at me now", Pan Bernie raised his hand and turned around a few times. "You are at all afraid of failure, and you only care about your reputation, right?"

After speaking, Pan Burns turned around and left, and Stanci, who had seen a miracle, gave up so easily.

Lift the hands inserted in your pocket. "You found hope in despair and created a miracle.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Now I am a poor man who is desperate, hoping to get your help. "

Panbern looked at Starland, who kept trembling with his hands on his back, and kept trembling with his hands, and could not help but think of his despair.

But when he thought of the scene when he took Casillas to Kamar-Taj and saw William personally cleaning up a dozen magicians who had fallen into darkness, Pangborn shuddered violently.

Whenever he thought of William looking at him as if he were an ant, Pangborn thought of the experience of seeing a psychiatrist for several years after escaping back to New York, and then turned around and left without thinking.

Helping people is important, but your own life is more important.

"Wait, wait," Strange hurriedly chased after him.

But no matter how he tried to stop him, Pangborn could always easily get rid of him, and after only ten seconds, he could only watch Pangborn dozens of meters away from him.

Just when Strange was desperate, he suddenly saw Pangborn stopped by the roadside and didn't move.

While Strange hurriedly chased after him, he didn't notice that Pangborn's eyes were blankly looking at a person in a bright yellow hooded robe in the distance.

William, whose nose was blocked by the hood, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Please, please, Pangborn."

Hearing Strange's panting voice, Pangborn turned back and stared at Strange in a daze. How could he not understand in his heart that this guy with crippled hands in front of him was actually favored by the richest and most honorable Supreme Sorcerer in the world.

For a moment, he was shouting in his heart, "Why?"

Yes, why.

But Pangborn did not dare to go against William's thoughts and ideas in the slightest.

That was the common master of all wizards, so powerful that even demons and devils were afraid of him. How could he, a person who had to spend a lot of effort to cast even simple magic, dare to perfunctorily deal with someone who was favored by the Supreme Sorcerer?