Chapter 9 Is This Guy Dr. Strange ? !

New York Presbyterian Hospital.

"You' ve had a long day, Dr. Strange." The doctor in his surgical suit drew a deep breath and thanked his colleague, Dr. Stephen Strange. Under normal circumstances, the operation would have taken seven or eight hours. But with Strange in charge, the surgery was completed successfully in three hours. Although he hated Strange's ego, he had to admit that Strange had "miracle hands." "I'm sorry, but I have to go now." Strange, not knowing what his colleague was thinking, took off his gloves and gave his sore shoulder a squeeze. He pushed the door of the operating room open. Before he could exhale, he saw a couple coming towards him with anxious faces. "How's my daughter, Doctor?" "The operation was a success. She's talking and walking again soon."Strange didn't wait for the question. He spoke directly to the patient's family. Hearing that their daughter was safe, the couple burst into tears. "It's wonderful, it's wonderful.""Thank you, Doctor. Thank you!" The husband shook Strange's hand and expressed his emotional gratitude.Strange calmly pulled out his hand and told them: "Because of the anesthesia, she will wake up later, you can go home and rest."The wife shook her head and said excitedly, "No, I will stay with our daughter until she wakes up. Strange nodded, said no more, and turned away."

I had just stepped out of the hospital corridor when I heard a voice behind me.

"Please wait a moment, Dr Strange." he said.

Strange looked back and saw Christine, a female colleague from the emergency room, coming towards him.

He stopped and waited for him to come up. "You look well today, Christine."

Christine shrugged her shoulders. I've been looking well, and I heard you comforting the family, which is not quite the Doctor Strange I remember."Uh-huh."

"I sent them home to rest for a while because I was worried they were down and wouldn't be able to pay for the operation," Strange said with a smile.

Christine choked on what she was told.

"That is the Doctor Strange I know,' said the half-sound quietly.

"Conceited and clever, but not a likeable man.""fter all, they need a doctor who can heal their daughter, not a therapist who can comfort them, right? Christine. "

An unimpressed Strange quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, there's a medical talk at NYU tonight, may I invite you?" 

"Although I smiled at the medical lecture, Christine said hello to a passing colleague, turned back and said:" Very interested, but I have to work tonight, so sorry."While she could ask her colleagues for help shifting shifts, she says she would have to think twice about dating such an egoistic guy.

Strange did not mind if the invitation was declined.

For a successful man who lives in a big villa and drives a Lamborghini, he has no shortage of female companions.

While talking, the two walked to the elevator

ding

The elevator doors were opened.

Peter in the elevator looked up

He saw Strange and Christine standing at the top of the elevator.

"Doctor Strange?"

His eyes were immediately drawn to Strange, the very defining face of a horse.

I saw Stephen at the hospital referral at Newyork-Presbyterian. Strange's name was familiar, but now he remembered that it was the genius doctor who had not yet become Doctor Strange.

A thousand thoughts passed through his mind, but Peter's expression did not change. He quickly withdrew his eyes and stepped out of the elevator.

Now he's not magic yet, not the sorcerer with the time gem and he's not a Doctor Strange.Not interested

When they passed each other, Strange frowned and looked after Peter.

"What's the matter?

Christine asked curiously, seeing that Strange's eyes had been fixed on a stranger

"It's nothing."

Strange shook his head, pressed the negative floor button, and asked Christine, "Which floor are you going to?"

"The second floor."

Christine reaches down and pushes the elevator button on the second floor, anesthesiology department, and I need a little meeting, so I hope it doesn't take too long.

Two people in the elevator, the air suddenly become quiet.

Strange's brow almost furrowed as he remembered the strange feeling he had just had.

When he had just passed the other side, his heart beat a few minutes faster, and his breath became heavy for a moment, as if an invisible and terrible pressure had struck him for a moment.

Taking a deep breath and putting the strange feeling behind him, he forced his attention to the evening's medical lecture.

...The hospital."Ryan Brown, you can call me Dr. Ryan."

In the clinic, a white doctor introduced himself to Peter with a smile.

"We talked on the phone, Dr. Lane."

Peter surveyed his surroundings and sat down opposite Dr. Ryan.

Brown wears a pair of glasses, is about thirty years old, and has a gentle smile on his lips. He was not at all offended by Peter's slightly offensive words, but got up, went to the door and turned it around.

"Yes, as we agreed, I keep your illness a secret, and I am paid accordingly."

Peter nodded. "That's best. I can see that Dr. Lane is a smart and flexible doctor." This is Dr. Lane, the consultant Peter called in advance.

Before entering the hospital, he had checked the other person's background.

Because of the unauthorized collection of patients' families and improper operation, he was warned by the hospital, and has a poor reputation in the hospital.

It was for this reason that Peter chose the other as his doctor.

After all, such a doctor who is easily bought by money is the most suitable to deal with himself.

As you requested, I will not record this session, and I will destroy and erase any medical records of your time at the hospital."In other words, only the two of us know about the results," Dr. Lane assured Peter, pushing the frames of his glasses.

Although he did not know why the patients in front of him would take so much trouble to see a doctor, but adhering to the professional spirit of never asking questions, he forced himself to suppress curiosity.

In addition, although Peter looks unusually young, his cold and dangerous air makes Ryan automatically think of him as the kind of person who is not to be messed with, so he acts very cooperative.

"Very good, I hope we can cooperate happily!"

Peter was pleased with his professionalism.