Chapter 2198: Battle of Two Cities! (Forty)

Chapter 2172 Battle of Two Cities! (Forty)

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

"Too late, he ran away again. Is this guy a hound? His nose is so sharp."

As he was talking here, he found a trace of black ash on the ground, which was obviously left after burning, so he immediately walked 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 human upper body and a multi-legged insect lower body climbed on the ceiling and showed a hideous smile to the wizard in the room.

The moment the wizard's hands lit up, the demon could no longer laugh, because this guy did not draw a magic circle or recite a spell. Twelve golden rings lit up behind him, and he operated the red ribbon with both hands, and he came up with two punches.

After a little effort to deal with the demon, the man devoured the power in the demon's body at the fastest speed. After a long breath, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Just as he stabilized the surging energy in his body, a series of pleasant phone rings rang. He picked up the phone in his pocket and put it to his ear and said, "Hello? I'm busy now, I..."

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

And Nick's roar came from the receiver.

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

"Why did those doctors admit him?!" Strange roared back in the same way: "Why did they send Bruce to hospitals in other cities?!"

Nick on the phone sighed and said in a low voice: "Listen, Stephen, I think with your wisdom you should be able to figure it out. If there is a group of people who want Bruce Wayne to die, then even if we weld all the doors of the hospitals with explosion-proof gates, he is destined to appear in the intensive care unit of one of them, because they think no one here will 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 now."

"Why not?"

Nick's sigh became heavier, and he said: "Because they don't want Bruce Wayne to die now, which is related to the culprit who made him like this. At this point, the upper class of the two earths Surprisingly consistent, I'm under a lot of pressure, do you understand? "

Strange frowned deeply, he changed his hand to hold the phone and said: "What do you want me to do, go back to the operation? But I'm tracking an extremely dangerous evil wizard who may really threaten the safety of the earth and mankind. "

"You know, whether it's an angel or a demon, it can't threaten humans at all." Nick pointed out: "Only humans can destroy humans. I'm solving such problems in the most effective way, and I need your help."

Strange's eyes fell on the black ashes that had disappeared, and finally he took the phone and said to the other side: "I'll come right away, but this is the last time, Nick, I'm not a surgeon anymore."

"And we always think you are the best one, 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 someone and was loyal to him. He finally rushed to the emergency room of the hospital that Nick sent him a text message.

What is strange is that there is more than one Wayne Hospital in Gotham, but Bruce Wayne was eventually sent to the Langone Medical Center of New York University.

This is really too coincidental, because this was where the young surgeon Strange worked, and it was also the battlefield where he first started to become famous at home and abroad.

Back here again, things have changed. Strange, who was invisible and shuttled in the corridor, tried his best not to look at the familiar doctor photos hanging at the door of the clinic and the institute. There were his teachers, classmates, and colleagues there - all of whom could 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, and was once synonymous with God's lover.

Strange saw the agent at the door of the preparation room from a distance. He showed his figure. The agents were obviously prepared. He went in to change his clothes and vaguely saw a familiar figure at the door leading to the operating room.

Jonah, yes, a terribly inexperienced and arrogant guy. When he was here, he was still a young doctor who was scolded by the head nurse. Now he can participate in such a major operation. Things have really changed.

Strange just thought so at first, and his sigh was quickly thrown behind his mind. As a result, the agent sent him a lot of information. Let’s not talk about Bruce Wayne’s condition. Jonah was the surgeon in two consecutive operations.

Strange took a deep breath and pressed his temple. He finally couldn’t help it. He took off the gloves he had put on, picked up the phone, dialed the number, and then said to Nick on the other side.

"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 Santactton?" Nick's voice came intermittently, as if he was asking others for the answer.

Strange hung up the phone decisively. He thought, well, 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 guys 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!!!"

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 neurological abnormality 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 they were bold enough to cut, the richest man's life could be saved, but he would most likely be paralyzed; if they 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 tried 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 man is usually neither professional nor moral.

And Jonah took on the task purely because he is a gambler. He knows that it was also such a weird and extremely difficult operation that made Stephen Strange famous and had the reputation of God's Hand.