Chapter 4092

A little earlier, the two had already learned from Mephisto how they trapped Dream Power Doctor Strange. If you want to destroy a person's spirit, it is best to use nightmares; but if you want to trap a person, of course you have to use beautiful dreams, because no one wants to wake up from a beautiful dream.

Mephisto gave Nightmare this suggestion, step by step leading Dream Power Doctor Strange into his beautiful dream, and successfully making him forget that this was a dream, immersing himself in his own beautiful fantasy, which was how he was successfully trapped.

However, Dream Power Doctor Strange wasn't that simple; he had actually already sensed something. It was just that, after obtaining most of the dream power, Nightmare made this dream very perfect, so even if he sensed something was wrong, it wasn't that simple to break free. And Greed and the Agent were here to help him.

Greed knew Strange very well. Don't look at the fact that most universes' Strange were very glorious after becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, leading Kamar-Taj, joining the Illuminati, and having a say on Earth, but in reality, being unable to continue his medical career was their eternal pain.

Strange, who could press a month's medical records to the last day, and still find Greed to write them for him, could still hold his medical records and go to make up for them in the Strange Battleworld gathering, just to enjoy those seemingly disdainful but actually very envious gazes, which showed how deep the obsession in their hearts was.

A person going from success to greater success wouldn't leave a deep impression on him; but the process of a person going from failure to success would definitely make him remember it for a lifetime. For Shi Difen Strange, it was like this.

Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme from the "Hand of God" was just icing on the cake; becoming the world-renowned "Hand of God" from a small-town boy was the most glorious and proud time of his life.

Think about it, becoming the Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't have anyone to congratulate him; on the contrary, he had to clean up a bunch of messes. This job was clearly responsibility greater than honor. The "Hand of God" was different; those who once mocked and looked down on his background now had to look up to him; those who once despised his upper-class status now had to beg him to perform surgery on them. He could command whoever he wanted, scold whoever he wanted, and because of those hands, no one could do anything to him. For someone who had once tasted the bitterness of the bottom, no one could forget the taste of ascending to heaven.

Plus, in the United States, the degree of privatization of medical care is extremely high. As long as you can abandon medical ethics, being a top surgeon is actually not that hard, because only those who enjoy the top medical resources can invite you. Neurosurgery is not that dirty or tiring compared to other surgeries, basically it can be said to be a job without shortcomings.

The Central Universe's Strange performs so many surgeries every day, which is another version of "rich and long conscience," and his life is so rich that there is nothing to pick on, so he naturally feels that doing a few more surgeries is no problem. Moreover, the medical record writing session he dislikes the most has Schiller helping him do it. Especially since Schiller also doesn't like writing medical records, so even if it is to write a few more medical records for Schiller, he is willing to do a few more surgeries.

To sum up, Dream Power Doctor Strange's beautiful dream is also extremely likely to be the time when he is calling the wind and rain in the hospital. Only this kind of dream can make him indulge in it and not want to wake up.

The two arrived at the New York-Presbyterian Hospital, but after some inquiries, they found that the era now seems to be relatively early, and Doctor Strange hasn't entered the New York-Presbyterian Hospital yet.

"Then where is he?" the Agent asked, "Don't tell me, he hasn't graduated from college yet."

Greed shook his head and said: "Columbia University Medical Research Center. Let's go."

"Why would it be here?" the Agent asked while driving, "Isn't it said that New York-Presbyterian Hospital is the best hospital in New York?"

"But Strange became famous from the Columbia University Medical Research Center. He completed a surgery here that was called 'absolutely impossible to complete,' became famous overnight, and then completed three 'death cases' in a row, winning the title of 'Hand of God'."

"I understand," the Agent thought for a moment and said, "When he entered New York-Presbyterian Hospital, he had been famous for a long time, and the people around him respected him very much; but when he was at Columbia University Medical School, there must have been many people who looked down on him, but he used his strength to make them shut up—this is indeed refreshing enough."

The two came to the Columbia University Medical Research Center. This is a hospital that combines research and learning, with students, interns, practicing doctors, and research doctors. Because of this, many difficult cases will come here for medical treatment, because the experts here are the most complete, and even if one or two are missing occasionally, they can all be shaken.

And precisely because there are many doctors coming here for research and study, there are many unfamiliar faces, and seeing strangers in white coats, they will default to being peers coming for exchange and learning. Plus Greed has worked here, and he is very familiar with everything here, so he wears a white coat and holds a cup of coffee, and wherever he passes, it is unimpeded.

The Agent is more troublesome here. Agent credentials are not very useful here, because it is the top hospital, and those who come here are either rare cases in the world or the top rich in the world, and they can completely not give the police face. The gatekeeper is also very arrogant, and if he doesn't name who he is looking for, he can't mix in at all.

But precisely because this is a top hospital, there are many police patrolling around, and because the hospital covers a large area, spanning two blocks, the police are not from one police station, and some don't know each other. The Agent directly knocked one out, then drove his car to the other side, and asked if he was here to buy coffee and donuts.

The police here don't know him, but looking at his experienced appearance, they know he must be from the opposite side, not only pointing out the shops he visits most often, but also introducing the gatekeeper here—after all, the gatekeeper also needs to drink coffee and eat donuts.

The things after that are simple. The two drank coffee and ate donuts together, and after eating, the Agent said he wanted to go to the bathroom. There is no public toilet around here, so naturally he has to go in. He is wearing a police uniform, and the gatekeeper has no reason not to let him in. After going in, the doctors don't feel surprised when they see him, after all, the police here do two things every day: drink coffee and eat donuts, and it's no wonder they run to the bathroom frequently, and they can often see people in police uniforms rushing to the bathroom.

After the two mixed in, the Agent went to the third-floor bathroom to wait, while Greed turned around in the building, found a comprehensive consultation conference that was about to start, took the pen and notebook he had just found in the office and went in, sat in the last row, and no one noticed him at all.

Actually, the consultation is not what many people imagine, gathering elites from all walks of life, debating fiercely, not excluding that some difficult cases need to be like this, but more often it is actually like a lecture: senior doctors and big shots talk in front, and ordinary doctors and interns listen below. The person talking is indeed very eye-catching, but no one notices one or two people listening, and no one will feel that someone will mix in, after all, they are not doctors, why would they listen to this?

Greed was lucky, not long after, the surgical team came in high spirits. No matter where the consultation is, the surgical team is the master, hanging a face and opening their mouths to say "there is another surgery in two minutes, make a long story short." And today, Shi Difen Strange was really among these surgeons.

Looking at his standing position and face, you know that it's almost the same as being sealed as the "Hand of God," looking at people with nostrils the whole way, even the internal medicine big shots in front, he didn't take them seriously, let alone the people crowded to listen to the lecture beside him.

Looking at his appearance, Greed suddenly remembered that on his first day in Marvel, he seemed to have let this "Hand of God" wait for him for half a day during the consultation.

However, he soon felt relieved: he helped Strange fill in so many medical records, can't it offset that day's delay?

Soon, the consultation ended, and the surgical team didn't say anything. And when walking out, Greed deliberately squeezed forward, just squeezed to the side of Doctor Strange, whispered a few words to him, and walked in another direction.

Doctor Strange was obviously stiff, and immediately chased after him. Greed went downstairs all the way and came to the door of the third-floor bathroom.

"Wait! You bastard, why do you know my sister..."

"Go in and talk," Greed said.

Doctor Strange had no choice, had to follow him in, but as soon as he went in, he was pressed by the Agent. The Agent and Greed threw him out of the window directly, and then dragged him into the police car.

"Hey, what are you doing! You..."

"You should have sensed something wrong," Greed said directly, "This is not the real world, we have to take you away."

"What nonsense are you talking about?! You..."

"You should not be able to see the details of the nerves, right?" Greed continued, "That's because this is a dream woven according to your memory, those details you forgot—especially professional-related details—Nightmare can't make them up. As long as you have performed a surgery, you should find something strange."

Doctor Strange, who was still shouting, suddenly stopped talking. Greed continued: "Maybe you have already realized that this is not the real world, it's just that you want to cherish the past here for a while. Don't misunderstand, I have no opinion, as long as you finish what you should do, you can stay here as long as you want. If you feel this dream is not real enough, I can let Charles weave a better one for you; if it really doesn't work, you can go work for two days for the Strange of my universe. But we agree, you have to write the medical records yourself."

"... What happened outside?"

"Someone blew up the dimensional entrance, Dream Power output entered the real dimension, and nightmare phantoms also ran out. Superheroes are besieging Nightmare, but they can't kill him at all, only you can take back control of Dream Power from his hands. You can do it, right?"

While they were talking, the car had already driven out of the city. As the scenery gradually dissipated, the white coat on Dream Power Doctor Strange also gradually changed back to Doctor Strange's attire. He looked very ashamed and said: "I warned myself long ago, don't indulge in dreams..."

"That's nothing," Greed smiled and said, "Everyone has a dream they don't want to wake up from; if it weren't for this, they wouldn't be so attached to the world, and thus want to protect it, right?"

Dream Power Doctor Strange pulled out a smile, which looked a bit forced. He was clearly still very ashamed, but didn't say it.

The car drove along the highway, logically speaking, they should soon see Jack and that truck, after all, they were parked not far from the road sign, but after driving for a long time, they didn't see that road sign.

Instead, at the end of the road, another city appeared vaguely. At the entrance of this city, there was also a road sign, but it wasn't written in English.

"What is that?" Dream Power Doctor Strange poked his head out of the window and said, "This is Chinese, right? How can there be Chinese road signs?"

While speaking, they had already driven into the city. Looking at the incomparably familiar street scene, the Agent narrowed his eyes and said: "It seems he has discovered it, I'm afraid he won't let us leave here easily."

"Where is this?" Dream Power Doctor Strange said suspiciously, "The road sign just now seems to be their capital's..."

"Just now was your beautiful dream," Greed said, "Now, it's my turn."