Chapter 494 Everything Is Arranged by Fate

Stephen Strange, a famous neurosurgery expert, has received countless honors, but also rejected countless patients. Anyone who seeks medical advice from him knows that his selfishness and arrogance are as good as his medical skills.

But today, he must put away his arrogance, because the one lying on the hospital bed is himself.

Speeding, checking your phone while driving, falling from a ten-meter-high cliff at nearly a hundred miles per hour, and still being alive, I can only say that the quality of the car's airbag is really good.

"Kristen, help me, please!" Strange looked at his hands, his eyes full of despair. More than ten hours of surgery allowed him to save his hands, but the nerves were severely damaged. , but he could no longer control his hands flexibly.

Christine is his colleague and ex-girlfriend, an outstanding surgeon who broke up with him because she couldn't stand his arrogance, but now she takes good care of him. Hearing his request, Christine lowered her beautiful eyes sadly, "Stephen, they tried their best, no one can do better than them."

Strange turned his head with difficulty, "I can do better!"

"Look at your hands, you can't." Kristine caressed his cheek, "I checked a lot of information and Skye Industries may have the ability to cure you."

Strange's eyes lit up with new hope, and he wanted to sit up excitedly, "Yes, that's right! Their cradle of life, it is the most advanced stem cell reconstruction technology, and, and, it is rumored that they have a A mysterious virus that can cure all injuries!”

"You're right, they do have it. It's called the terminal virus." Kristen sighed and said regretfully, "But you can't afford the treatment."

"No, no! It's impossible! How much do they want? I still have it, I have it..." Hope was right in front of him, how could Strange give up so easily, but he thought hard for a long time, but sadly discovered that the money on his credit card , with less than $10,000 left.

He is a selfish, arrogant person who likes to enjoy life. He always spends as much as he earns. How can he have a dime in savings?

"The top cradle of life has always been open only to dignitaries and rich people. One treatment costs at least millions of dollars. As for the terminal virus, it is even more expensive." Kristen looked complicated.

"These vampires! Executioners! Ahem..." Strange almost roared, but it affected his injuries and coughed violently. It took him a long time to calm down. He closed his eyes in despair, "How could they do this..."

"Stephen, this is what you have done before!" Kristen stared at him, "For those honors, for those false reputations, as long as you feel that the chance of failure is too high, you will never take over! Skye Industries is responsible The person in charge of both treatments was the same person, whose father had been in a car accident a few years ago and you shut him out."

"No..." Strange closed his eyes in despair. Based on this alone, the person in charge had enough reasons to refuse to treat him. He was out of luck.

"Accept the reality, Stephen." Kristen stood up, patted his shoulder, and quietly exited the ward.

Strange was lying alone on the hospital bed crying silently, but he did not realize that a pair of eyes had been silently observing him.

"It's really the right time to arrange the car accident at this time. If it takes another year and a half to wait for the scientists on the earth to fully understand the alien medical technology, then what magicians will be needed!"

Outside the window of his hospital room, Eric floated quietly. He was the one who took charge of all this, in order to give a push to the best Supreme Mage in history.

However, Eric didn't do anything. The car was Strange's own and he didn't do anything with it. He was the one driving the car, he chose the road himself, and he made the phone call himself. The only thing Eric did was to use his planning power to increase the probability of him getting into a car accident.

Everything left was left to fate. The gears of fate crushed Strange's career as a doctor, but opened up a broader world for him.

In the next period of time, Strange checked various information, and he would not let go of anything that had the slightest hope. However, fate likes to play tricks on people. Every time there is a tiny bit of hope, it will always be met with multiple disappointments, eventually turning into despair.

"Jonathan Pangborn was injured in a work accident, his back was injured, one leg was completely paralyzed, and his shoulders hurt even when he was in a wheelchair. However, a few years later, he miraculously recovered and he stood up! Yes, this is what I want turn up!"

The hard work paid off, and Strange finally found new hope from his friend and found this miracle patient on a basketball court.

How does this look like a patient? His strength, fitness, speed and agility are not inferior to those of semi-professional athletes. Who would have thought that he was once paralyzed?

"I found my mentor, my thinking reached a whole new level, my soul was sublimated, and then, I stood up! The place you are looking for is called Kama Taj."

Under the gear of fate, Strange found the name that changed his life, spent the little money he had left, and bought a one-way ticket to Nepal.

…

Nepal, at the foot of the Himalayas, is the birthplace of Buddhism.

As soon as Strange got off the plane, he was confused by the strong religious atmosphere here. He only knew one name and nothing else.

In desperation, he could only ask around on the street. After going through many twists and turns, he finally met someone in an alley who knew the full name.

Mordo, the magician of Kamar-Taj, under the guidance of fate, took Strange into Kamar-Taj, and finally let him see the mastermind behind all this, Ancient One.

"Hello, Mr. Strange, would you like a cup of tea?" Ancient One handed him a cup of tea in a friendly manner, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

Everything is arranged by fate...

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"Everything is arranged by fate, I just pushed it behind fate, don't you think so? Wang?" Eric sat in the library of Kamar-Taj, flipping through the magic book while asking the fat man next to him.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Eric." Fatty Wang was ordered by Ancient One to receive Eric, but he really didn't know how to do it. He couldn't even smile, so he was asked to receive him? Are you kidding?

Eric glanced at Fatty Wang and drew a spell on the table, "What does this mean?"

Fatty Wang looked down and his face gradually became solemn, "Is this Asgard magic, runes, rune magic?"

"Yes, rune magic, write it down, this spell will help you."

Fatty Wang didn't hear what Eric was saying at all, his mind had long been immersed in the spell.

Seeing this, Eric couldn't help but smile, "Everything is arranged by fate."