Chapter 29: A Slap in the Face for Dr. Strange!

Ten minutes ago.

New York Presbyterian Hospital.

Strange just pushed open the door of the office, face to face was a fist hammered in the head.

Without any mental anticipation, he let out a muffled grunt of pain, covered his head and stepped back, hitting his desk with a thud.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his brother, Victor, aggressively walking towards him.

"Victor?!"

Strange, who was covering his head, saw that the visitor was his brother and his anger instantly rose.

"Are you mad?"

"Yes, I am mad, I came to see you, a cold-blooded animal."

Victor clenched his fists and took a step towards him.

"Wouldn't a sane person come immediately when they got the call that their father had died? And you just said one ' Got it' and hung up!

Victor called him last night to inform him of his father's death.

But Strange just said "I know" and hung up the phone.

Victor was so enraged by Strange that he traveled from Philadelphia to New York City to teach his cold-blooded brother a lesson.

Strange calmed himself down and explained, "I was going to go."

"But you have more important actions to do than your family, don't you?"

Victor, who grunted coldly, interrupted.

Strange held up his own hands and said calmly, "Yes, I'm a doctor, you wouldn't understand. The lives of others depend entirely on these hands of mine!"

Victor didn't take his brother's line of reasoning well and said coldly, "You're right, I don't want to understand you at all, because you're nothing but a stupid and cowardly man!"

"What?!"

"I don't know anything about the 'hand of God', but in the end, Dr. Strange, you're nothing but afraid of failure, aren't you?"

Victor's words caused Strange to instantly freeze.

"Dr. Strange, it's easier to put on a white coat and act like a hero than it is to stand in front of me and my dad and face the reality that there's nothing you can do."

Victor, who continued to taunt Strange, shook his head contemptuously before turning to leave.

Gazing at his brother's departing back, Strange's heart was in a painful struggle.

Ever since he became a doctor and was successful, his relationship with his family was drifting apart.

"Boom!"

Hammering his fist on the desk, Strange breathed heavily.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself down internally.

Although he couldn't wait to slap Victor just now, there was always guilt within him towards his family.

Not wanting the brotherly relationship to be severed just like that, he gathered himself together and walked quickly out of the office to catch up with his brother.

In front of the hospital, Strange apologized as he pulled Victor by the shirt, "Hey listen Victor, I'm sorry about all of this, I was trying to get there, but something came up in the middle of this."

"What's the point of talking about it now, Dr. Strange, Dad's dead, nothing you can say can undo that."

Victor shook his head at him, breaking away from his hand and walking quickly to the other side of the road, perhaps so angry with his emotions that he didn't notice the car that was speeding towards him, on the other side of the road.

"Boom!"

The black Lexus car hit Victor's body hard.

The panicked driver forgot to apply the brakes, and the car changed direction, rushing straight towards the café next to him.

"With a loud bang, the car smashed through the glass and crashed into the café.

It all happened so fast, in a split second.

Strange only heard a dull, ear-splitting crash, and his brother was lying on the ground.

...

Time turned back to the present.

Peter looked up, his eyes on Strange, who had stumbled over.

With a "BANG", Strange fell to his knees in front of his brother and reached out, trembling, to Victor's face.

Gwen looked on helplessly at what was happening in front of her.

She got to her feet and turned her helpful eyes to Peter, wanting to ask him what she was going to do now.

Peter shook his head toward Gwen, signaling that she didn't need to do anything.

"No! No. Victor! No . . don't leave me, don't, why? Why?!" His voice trembled as he clutched Victor's face, his body shaking uncontrollably as if he had been struck by a severe cold.

"Why would God do this to me! Victor, it's all my fault, don't .... Don't leave, please please please."

Gwen, who was next to her, looked at Strange's pain and was somewhat unable to bear it.

Although she didn't know Strange, she also knew that this person lying on the ground must be someone important to him.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen said to Strange who was in agony, "Sir, his breathing has stopped,but there should still be a chance if first aid is taken now."

Strange acted as if he hadn't heard Gwen's words, completely lost in his own world.

The emotions of pain, self-blame, and guilt made his brain feel like it was down and he couldn't hear anything.

"Sir, I can apply first aid to him, can you move out of the way? Gwen wanted to do chest compressions on the other man and reminded him again.

Strange still didn't respond.

Peter, standing next to him, frowned slightly.

He thought Dr. Strange had always been the proud and arrogant doctor, but he didn't realize there was such a past.

This person lying there should be his loved one.

Watching a loved one die in front of one's eyes did have the potential to cause an emotional breakdown.

"Peter?!"

Seeing that he was unable to persuade Strange, Gwen cast a look of help towards Peter once again.

Sighing, Peter grabbed Strange, who was paralyzed into a ball on the ground, up by one hand.

Then he reached out to his face and gave him a solid slap.

"Slap!"

The resounding slap on Strange's face buzzed his ears.

"Dr. Strange, if you don't want him to die like that, you better not lie here crying like a coward.

Strange, who was headbutted by Peter, gazed in shock at the face in front of him that made him feel unusually familiar. A few then he mechanically turned his head to the side to look at Gwen who was doing CPR for Victor.

As if waking up from a dream, he nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, ambulance, call an ambulance first, Victor is still alive and . .... I'm a doctor, let me

come!"

With that he fought his way free of Peter and heeled over to Victor, who had fallen to the ground.

Just at that moment the ambulance from the Presbyterian Hospital had arrived.

The EMT briefly checked Victor's condition and quickly placed him in the ambulance.