I'm a boss at Marvel

Chapter 64 Seeing Doctor Strange for the First Time
Ma Yufei was taken aback, and quickly said in horror: "No, no, no! Uncle Han, I didn't mean that! I, I should die! I should die!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed his head until the floor trembled slightly!
Ma Youcai smiled, "Young Master Han, Niezi is indeed wrong, but he really doesn't know your identity. Don't worry, I will discipline him well in the future, and nothing like this will ever happen again!"

"Do you still want to have a future?" Han Long's eyes were like knives.

Ma Youcai's heart shrank, and he said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Han... I'm just such a son..."

Han Long said lightly: "Well, he doesn't have to die."

In Han Long's eyes, these people are all ants!It's not worth his anger at all!
"But," Han Long continued, "don't let me see him again. If you let me see him again, he will surely die. Ma Youcai, do you understand?"

Ma Youcai nodded like pounding garlic, "I understand! Thank you, Young Master Han! Thank you, Young Master Han!"

"Okay, Yuner, let's go, it's a mess here, it's not suitable for eating." Han Long put his arms around Lin Yuner's waist and stood up.

Lin Yuner was in a daze, as if she was dreaming.

She was ready to live and die with Han Long, but all the bosses knelt down to Han Long!
Han Long's identity...unfathomable!

Lin Yuner was both happy and sad.

Happily, both she and Han Long were safe, and no one dared to touch them.

The sad thing is that Han Long is like a star in the sky, he can see it, but he can never reach it, let alone own it.

"Young Master Han, my junior sister Xiaotong has been talking about you all the time. When are you going to visit our Guan's Martial Arts Hall?" Du Gang asked cautiously.

"Let's talk about it," Han Long said lightly, "I don't have much interest today."

"Okay, okay! Young Master Han, go slowly! Miss Lin, go slowly!" Du Gang said with a bow.

"Young Master Han, go slowly! Ms. Lin, go slowly!" The martial arts apprentices bowed in unison.

Lin Yun'er had never received such courtesy before, and was at a loss for a while.

Han Long held her waist, passed through the crowd indifferently, and walked out of the private room.

Ma Youcai let out a long breath of relief.

Ma Yufei said tremblingly: "Dad, please call an ambulance for me, I think I'm bleeding out."

Ma Youcai frowned and said, "Son, don't go to the hospital, lest you run into Young Master Han."

"Dad? Not so much?"

Ma Youcai shouted: "Why not? Young Master Han said that he never wants to see you again, so you have to hide somewhere he will never go!"

"Tomorrow morning, I will arrange for you to go to the African savannah!"

"I remember a place called Washida, the most primitive tribe!"

"It is said that in that kind of place, people are so poor that they can't get enough to eat!"

"When you get to that place, you will never meet Young Master Han."

"Dad..." Ma Yufei burst into tears.

……

After Han Long led Lin Yuner out of the room, he removed his hand from Lin Yuner's waist.

Lin Yuner felt a little lost in her heart.

As soon as they walked to the street in Hell's Kitchen, they heard a female voice:
"Mr. Han? Is it really you?!"

Hearing the sound, Han Long turned his head indifferently.

A blond woman ran over excitedly.

She was wearing a low-cut tight skirt, and her snow-white peaks rose and fell as she ran.

Lin Yun'er couldn't help but look down at herself, and sighed silently.

It has to be said that foreign girls really have inherent advantages in certain aspects.

"Mr. Han, it's really you!"

"Do you remember me? I'm Christine, we met at City Hall!"

Christine said excitedly.

Han Long looked indifferent, "Oh, it's you."

Christine said with a smile: "I sent you a lot of text messages. I wanted to treat you to dinner, but you didn't reply to me. I think you probably didn't receive it?"

"No, I saw it." Han Long said coldly, "It's just that I don't want to reply."

"..." Christine was suddenly embarrassed.

"...Anyway, we are really destined to meet you here! Is this your girlfriend?"

Christine nodded to Lin Yuner friendly.

Lin Yun'er was flustered for a while, she quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no, I'm not. Mr. Han...is my elder brother."

She felt that she was not good enough for Han Long.

Then, being able to be Han Long's sister is also an extremely happy thing.

Christine smiled and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. Mr. Han, I wonder if you have eaten yet? Do you want to eat together?"

Han Long was about to refuse when a man with brown hair and horse face came over.

"Christine, my Lamborghini is parked, who is this?"

The horse-faced man glanced at Han Long with hostility in his eyes.

Christine smiled and introduced: "Doctor Strange, this is the master of Chinese medicine I mentioned to you! Mr. Han Long!"

Strange?

Han Long's eyebrows moved slightly.

He had no interest in chatting with Christine at first, but when he heard the surname "Strange", he took a few extra glances at the male doctor with a horse face.

Christine introduced: "Mr. Han, this is our New York Hospital's doctor of neurosurgery and the chief doctor of our hospital, Stephen Strange."

really.

Stephen Strange.

Future Doctor Strange!
Han Long's gaze fell on Stephen's hand.

Those hands were delicate and slender, well maintained.

But it won't be long before Stephen Strange gets into a serious car accident, destroys his hands, and won't be able to hold a scalpel again.

However, Stephen will also go to the Himalayas to study, become an apprentice to the Ancient One Master, and eventually become Doctor Strange.

Han Long completely saw through Stephen's future fate.

This kind of feeling of ten thousand years at a glance is like a god high above, looking down at the common people on the earth.

Han Long's face was expressionless, but his strong aura made Stephen feel a little uncomfortable.

"A master of Chinese medicine? Hehe, can Chinese medicine be considered medicine? It's just a quack trick." Stephen smiled contemptuously.

Christine said quickly: "Stephen, don't say that! I have personally seen Mr. Han save someone with a golden needle."

Stephen said proudly: "I'm a Ph.D. from Harvard Medical School, Mr. Han, what about you? Which university did you graduate from? Stanford? Johns Hopkins?"

Han Long said indifferently: "I never went to medical school."

Stephen sneered, "Dare you say you can cure diseases and save lives without going to medical school?"

Han Long said seriously: "Yes, when your hand is disabled, I can cure it for you."

Stephen was taken aback for a moment, then said angrily, "What are you talking about!"

As a neurosurgeon, hands are the most important thing.

Once the hand is injured, it is absolutely impossible to hold a scalpel again.

Stephen felt that Han Long was insulting him!
(End of this chapter)