Chapter 2162

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

"A step late, he ran away again. Is this guy a hound? His nose is so sensitive."

He was just saying this when he found a black ash mark that was clearly burned on the ground, so he immediately walked up and reached out to touch the black ash.

With a "bang," the small mark exploded violently. After the smoke cleared, a demon with a human upper body and a multi-legged insect lower body was clinging to the ceiling, revealing a ferocious smile at the mage in the room.

The moment the mage's hands lit up, the demon couldn't smile anymore, because this guy didn't draw magic circles, didn't chant spells, had twelve golden rings lit up behind his back, operated red silk ribbons with both hands, and came up with two punches.

After solving this demon with a little effort, the man swallowed 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 was stabilizing the surging energy in his body, a pleasant phone ringtone rang. He picked up the phone in his pocket and put it to his ear, saying, "Hello? I'm very busy now, I..."

"What? Bruce Wei En? Then how..."

And Nick's roar came from the receiver.

"Shi Difen, I don't care at all whether Bruce Wei En is dead or alive, but he cannot die in our hospital, do you understand?!!!"

"Then why did those doctors admit him?!" Strange roared back, "And why did they send Bruce to a hospital in another city?!"

Nick on the phone sighed for a long time and said in a low tone, "Listen, Shi Difen, I think with your wisdom, you should be able to figure out that if a group of people wants Bruce Wei En to die, then even if we weld all the hospital gates shut with blast-proof gates, he is destined to appear in the intensive care unit of one of them, because they think no one here cares about the second richest man in the world."

"But the fact is that Bruce Wei En cannot die, and we cannot throw him out of the emergency room onto the street now."

"Why not?"

Nick's sigh was heavier. He said, "Because they don't want Bruce Wei En to die again now. This has to do with the culprit who made him like this. On this point, the upper class of the two Earths is surprisingly consistent. I am under a lot of pressure, do you understand?"

Strange frowned deeply. He switched the phone to the other hand and said, "What do you want me to do? Go back and perform surgery? But I am tracking an extremely dangerous evil mage who really has the possibility of threatening the Earth and human safety."

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

Strange's gaze fell on the black ash that had disappeared. Finally, he held the phone and said to the other side, "I'll be there soon, but this is the last time, Nick. I haven't been a surgeon for a long time."

"And we have always thought you were the best one, Shi Difen."

A complex expression that was almost imperceptible flashed across Strange's face. He always felt that this Nick Fury was a bit strange, but entrusted by others, he was loyal to his duties, and he finally rushed to the emergency room of the hospital that Nick sent him via text message.

What is strange is that Gotham has more than one Wei En hospital, but Bruce Wei En was finally sent to the NYU Langone Medical Center.

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

Returning here again, things have changed, and people have changed. Strange, who was invisible and shuttling through the corridor, tried his best not to look at the familiar doctor photos hanging at the doors of the clinics and research institutes. There were his teachers, classmates, and colleagues—all of whom could be summarized as people who were once far inferior to him.

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

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

Jonah, yes, a guy who was extremely rookie and arrogant. When he was there, he was still a little doctor who was trained around by the head nurse. Now he can actually participate in such a major surgery. It's really things have changed.

Strange originally just thought so, and the feeling of emotion was soon thrown behind his head by him. As a result, the agent sent him a lot of materials. Not to mention Bruce Wei En's condition, the chief surgeon of the two consecutive surgeries was actually Jonah.

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

"Nick Fury, I remember you have a title called the King of Agents, right? I hope the serum that gave you a long life didn't burn your brain. Since Bruce Wei En is so important, how dare you let an idiot who loses two needles in every surgery be the chief surgeon twice in a row?"

Nick mumbled something on the other side, and Strange didn't hear it clearly at all. He only understood one sentence—"I am an agent, not the dean of the hospital. Who performs the surgery is not something I can decide. I just want a good result."

This sentence was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Strange put one hand on his waist, took a deep breath and exhaled, and asked, "Who is the dean?"

"Seems to be called Bill Santakton?" Nick's voice came intermittently, as if he was asking others for the answer.

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

Nothing has changed, he thought while re-preparing the preparation process. Those who squeezed and suppressed him at the beginning won, and those colleagues who never spared praise and admiration for him, as if they appreciated and identified with him incomparably, continued to work under their hands as if nothing had happened.

People with work experience know that how excellent and outstanding you are is not the key to your foothold in a work system that has been solidified for years.

Especially when you are still young but sharp, there will always be some mediocre rotten people who think they can pull you into the quagmire where they once drowned by conventional means, or in fact they know they can't, just to disgust you.

Strange, who had no background but was proud enough, was destined to pay a painful price for his arrogance in the hands of such people, and had an obsessive pursuit of having powerful wings that would never fall.

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

The biggest change brought to him by the magic journey of Kamar-Taj was not at all desireless and calm, but the consistent "see rotten people first go up and give him two punches."

The moment he pushed open the door of the passage, he was introverted and walked toward the operating room with firm steps.

The operating room door opened, and everyone turned to look at him. At that moment, Strange clearly saw the process of the expressions on their faces changing. He thought, the transcendent experiences brought to him by magic were like a mirror, making the ugliness of the secular world even uglier.

Most people felt surprised. When they saw the familiar eyebrows between the hat and the mask, they were all stunned as if they were in a different world.

The one who showed a moved expression was the head nurse who was standing on the edge organizing things. Others turned their heads frequently like sparrows in winter, exchanging glances with each other. There were doubts, shocks, but after a short noise, most continued to lower their heads and busy with their own things.

The faces of the first assistant and the second assistant were full of confusion. They were new faces that Strange had never seen before, possibly interns who had just arrived. And Jonah, an insider who had heard of his experience, had anger burning in his eyes.

"What's going on, huh??!! How can there be irrelevant personnel breaking into the operating room? Security, security! Security! Someone is interfering with the surgery here!! Catch him quickly!!!"

Strange smiled contemptuously and said, "Biopsy couldn't even make you judge clearly whether it was a medium abnormality. Who is the irrelevant person here?"

Jonah was obviously choked. The short male doctor pushed away the assistant and nurse blocking him somewhat violently, rushed to Strange and said, "Shi Difen Strange, don't think I don't know, you haven't been a surgeon for a long time. Your hand is broken, you can't perform surgery anymore."

"So what? I still appeared here. Guess how I passed the agent's blockade?"

Jonah's face was flushed. Of course he knew what Strange's appearance here meant—someone went to move reinforcements.

He had to admit that the first surgery was not completely successful, or rather, it didn't play any role at all, at most it was an open-cavity biopsy.

Bruce Wei En's problem was that the angle of the bullet shot was very clever. In addition to passing through the chest, it also affected the spinal nerve, which was quite dangerous.

And this rich man, who was unheard of by New Yorkers but quite important, didn't know how, most doctors in the consultation thought it might be a congenital abnormality. His spinal nerve had 5 pairs of structures that were completely different from ordinary people.

Experts thought this might be a special nerve abnormality that they had never seen before, and it was also a very tricky 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 the middle of this mess of nerves, which caused an embarrassing situation.

If you cut boldly, the richest man's life can be saved, but it is very likely to be paralyzed; if you don't deal with it, S. H. I. E. L. D. and many people cannot sit idly by and watch Bruce Wei En continue to be in a coma.

So they must take the bullet out to save Bruce Wei En's life, and they must not affect the extremely important spinal nerve to preserve Bruce Wei En's athletic ability. The second point is particularly important for doctors.

Because even if you have tried your best to achieve the best results in the professional field and are beyond reproach in terms of ethics and morality, the richest man in the world is usually neither professional nor moral.

And Jonah took on the heavy responsibility purely because he was a gambler. He knew that it was such a strange and extremely difficult surgery that made Shi Difen Strange famous in one fell swoop and had the reputation of "God's Hand."