the end of the heavens

Palmer and Strange are colleagues, and they will be colleagues in a few years, and there is no possibility of any breakthrough.

Because Strange's character is extremely bad, his talent attracts Palmer's longing and favor, but his bad character has no sense of security, which makes Palmer flinch.

Palmer's vision was very accurate, and he could see through Strange's essence at a glance, otherwise he would definitely be eaten up and thrown into the trash can, changing from a colleague relationship to a passer-by relationship.

From Strange's point of view, Palmer is pretty and has a good personality. As for medical skills...

A mediocre doctor doesn't know what he's busy with all day long.

That's right, in Strange's eyes, other than him, other doctors are rubbish. If there is any difference, it is also the difference of garbage classification.

Strange took a few sips of warm water, and when he saw the medical records on the table, his eyes lit up immediately, just like seeing a life-saving straw.

He still had a fluke in his heart, like falling from a cliff unscathed, and he hoped that a miracle would happen again.

"Kristen, I need to see my medical records."

Palmer's expression changed slightly, "No, I think..."

"Give it to me! Now!"

"..." Palmer sighed, opened the medical record and placed it in front of Strange.

Most of the ligaments in both hands were ruptured, and the nerves in the hands were severely damaged. When the rescue team found him, he missed the golden treatment time. Although his hands were saved, his career as a surgeon was cut off, and he could no longer hold a scalpel.

Not to mention scalpels, razors and nail clippers are all hanging!

"They ruined me..." Strange closed his eyes and muttered, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"It's okay Stephen, everything will be fine."

Palmer put his hand on Strange's shoulder and patted "In the medical world, nothing is absolute, just like what you have done, you still have the possibility of recovery."

"Forget it, I can't hold a scalpel anymore, who else can create a miracle?"

Strange's accumulated resentment burst out suddenly, and he glared at his hands, "Is it the trash who gave me the knife, or who? God or the devil?"

Palmer bowed his head and remained silent, his hands were self-evident to the importance of a surgeon. Putting himself in the position, if she was lying on the hospital bed, she would probably have the same emotional breakdown as Strange.

Knowing that Strange was not reconciled, she comforted him after a while, "You are an excellent doctor with rich experience, even if you can't hold a knife, there are still many ways to treat patients..."

Palmer said a lot of words of encouragement, but Strange didn't listen to a word, and stared blankly ahead, only feeling that his eyes were dark.

Just when Palmer was about to say something more, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a man in a black suit walked in.

"you are?"

"fbi!"

The man took out his ID and nodded lightly, "I would like to have a private conversation with Mr. Stephen Strange and ask about the attack last night."

"Okay, but his mood is not stable, so please don't stimulate him too much." Palmer left the ward after finishing speaking.

"Hello, Mr. Strange, I know you're in a bad mood right now, so I won't talk about the extra nonsense. Please cooperate to answer a few questions and assist in handling the case and arresting criminals. Presumably you don't want the culprit to remain at large... "

Detective Brock Rumlow from the FBI, with a few simple words, aroused Strange's desire to cooperate with the case.

Well, in fact, Agent Brock Rumlow is an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D., fbi is a commonly used vest, uh...since S.H.I.E.L.D. is also a vest, he is from Hydra.

The case of Strange being attacked was included in the police files. After all, war weapons such as rpg rocket launchers appeared, and it was impossible not to pay attention to them.

But in reality, S.H.I.E.L.D. was more interested in Strange falling off a cliff, only to end up unscathed.

After some arrangements, the superior department of S.H.I.E.L.D. deployed personnel, and the task fell to Brock Rumlow, also known as 'Crossbones'.

Crossbones and Captain America are mortal enemies. Whether it is comics or movies, they are mortal enemies, but they will no longer be in the future. Under Russell's operation, everyone has become their own.

"Detective, what do you want to know?"

Strange was actively cooperating with revenge. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Detective, last night, my friend Billy called me and said that there was a man named Benny Dee's patient needs surgery, and his situation is exactly the same as mine..."

"This is an extremely nasty conspiracy. You can contact Billy. He must know something."

Rumlow shrugged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Strange, while you were in a coma, we sorted out your communication records. The call from an unknown source was not made by your friend Billy. He didn't know anything about it."

"How come?" Strange was struck by lightning.

"What impression do you have of the attacker?"

Rumlow guided, "The traces at the scene were cleaned up. We are professionals. We couldn't find any clues. I hope you can provide some important information, such as the attacker's appearance and accent."

"My robot butler Sean..."

"No, it was destroyed by the opponent, leaving only an empty shell."

"You can go to the usr company, I firmly believe that they will have records, and every robot will upload data..."

"Mr. Strange!"

Rumlow interrupted and shrugged, "This kind of thing doesn't exist. Even if it's for the company's reputation, they won't admit that they are eavesdropping on users' privacy."

Strange was stunned when he heard that, yes, let alone a small person like him, even if the President of the United States was attacked, USR would not be able to produce any valid data.

Don't ask, just ask!

"The person who attacked me had a metal arm, silver-white, very eye-catching..."

Strange recalled what happened yesterday, and analyzed it from the perspective of a surgeon, "I can't see his appearance clearly because of the mechanical arm, I can't judge his approximate weight, I only know that he is strong, male, and tall. 5 feet 9, plus or minus more than . . . ”

Strange talked a lot, and finally asked with full expectation, "How, are these clues enough?"

Rumlow shook his head, "The only effective clue is the mechanical arm. As far as I know, the medical group established by usr company has successful treatment cases where mechanical organs replace the human body, but the price is very high. There is also a contract."

"That……"

"No way, they won't hand over the client file for you."

"Damn usr...it's not too damn bad, Sean the robot has been protecting me..." Strange was lying on the hospital bed, and he had already seen that he had no hope of revenge, and he couldn't bring the murderer to justice.

Afterwards, Rumlow asked a few more questions, checked after sorting out, and left the ward directly.

The investigation mission is over, and the next step is the mission report.

According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s order, Rumlow's investigation should be launched against Strange, but according to Hydra's order, this investigation is doomed to fail.

Strange fell from a high altitude without injury, because the robot of usr company was well protected, plus some little luck.

That's it!