Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Chapter 1086: A surgeon with disabled hands and illusory hope

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In the silent night, a luxury car was speeding on the road, its engine roaring loudly.

Stephen Strange, holding the steering wheel, dressed in a black suit and wearing an expensive watch, went to the medical gathering with great interest in order to enhance his fame.

At this time, the phone rang, and Strange answered it casually, "Billy, what work did you find for me?"

"I have a 35-year-old Air Force colonel here whose lower spine was crushed by some kind of experimental armor and he suffered a burst fracture in the middle of his thoracic spine."

"Okay! I can do this, and anyone you ask can do it.

Find me something worthwhile to do!"

Strange said casually, his tone extremely relaxed.

The success rate of the operation is 100%. He can perform the operations that others can do, and he can also perform the operations that others cannot do. This genius among surgeons speaks with such confidence.

“I also have a 68-year-old woman here with an advanced brain stem glioma.”

"Do you want to ruin my reputation? I don't want that!"

"And a 22-year-old woman who had an electrical stimulator implanted in her brain to control schizophrenia was struck by lightning."

"This sounds interesting." Strange said with interest while overtaking the car, "Can you send it to me..."

Before he finished speaking, a human brain scan was displayed on the screen of his car.

"receive."

Strange's eyes were focused on the scan, completely forgetting that he was racing on the road.

As expected, the accident still happened.

boom!

With a loud bang, the vehicle collided and shook violently.

Strange turned the steering wheel almost instinctively, and the luxury car crashed through the guardrail, rolled down the hillside, and fell into a not-so-deep stream.

......

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a skilled operating room and a female doctor, Christine, who was sitting next to his bed and was more like a friend but less than a lover.

Before she could react to what was happening, Kristen spoke to comfort her: “It’s okay, everything will be fine.”

Strange took a while to calm down and barely remembered that he had been in a car accident. The pain in his body and his hands being hung up were reminders of it.

Wait, hands...

Strange immediately looked straight ahead, and his whole body was almost petrified.

He saw that his hands, which he was so proud of, were fixed with dense iron nails. The hideous scars, stitches and scarlet blood lines made him unbelievable.

"What did they do to me?" Strange's voice choked. He tried to move his fingers, but could only see them trembling slightly, as if it was extremely difficult for them to execute body commands.

“They brought you here by helicopter, but it took them a long time to find you.

When you’re stuck in a car, you’ve missed the golden window to heal the nerve damage.”

"What did they do to me?" Strange asked again.

Kristen pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Eleven stainless steel nails were inserted into the bones, multiple ligaments were torn, and the nerves in both hands were severely damaged. The operation lasted for eleven hours."

"Look at these fixators." There was a hint of sob and despair in Strange's voice. This shoddy surgery made him worried about his hands.

“No one could have done it better.”

Strange was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Christine, "I can do better."

......

As time passed, Strange's body slowly recovered, but his hands shook uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease.

This was a huge blow to a surgeon who made a living with his hands, it was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.

After being discharged from the hospital, Strange never gave up on healing his hands.

But even after spending all his savings and even selling his luxury cars, watches and houses, his hands still did not receive effective treatment, which made him feel desperate at one point.

That day he was wearing clothes that had not been washed for a long time, and doing rehabilitation exercises on the street like a homeless person, his five fingers trembling against the tension of the rubber band.

It was very difficult, but it was of no use.

Strange could feel the despair every time he flexed his fingers, but he had to keep going.

He has sold everything he could and tried every method he could. Now rehabilitation training is the only method he has that does not require any cost.

Maybe it's self-deception, but it's also a kind of comfort after all.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared on the table in front of him.

Looking up, he saw an old man with a flat hat and gray hair, but full of energy, looking at him with a playful expression.

"Young man, your despair is truly touching!"

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

"No, no, no, of course not." Carter Slay teased, "Everyone has experienced despair, and I have too, but everything will be fine as long as you can get through it.

Even when your luck is bad, it will eventually hit rock bottom, right? "

"Haha!" Strange laughed at himself, and then showed his shaking hands, "I'm a surgeon. I've spent the first half of my life in the medical field. I did a good job, far surpassing other doctors, but now..."

"Everything I have is ruined. Have you ever experienced such despair?"

"Well... not bad." Carter Slay said nonchalantly, "At least you are still alive. Although your hands are seriously damaged, you are very lucky compared to those who don't even have hands."

"Is this consolation?" Strange snorted disdainfully. "I have heard too much such consolation recently. It is of no use at all."

"I understand how you feel, and it's understandable that you have a bad temper." Carter Slay pressed his hand, then took off his hat and put it on the table. "I have a friend, a former Marine. Once he returned home from a mission and found that his wife and children had been shot into pieces. He didn't even know who killed them."

Frank: Are you polite?

“I also have a friend, a Sokovian, a royal family with a prominent position.

But after Sokovia was destroyed, he lost everything, including his father, his wife, and his son."

Zemo: How presumptuous of you!

"I..."

"Wait, stop talking."

Strange interrupted hurriedly, it seemed that compared to these two, he was indeed much luckier.

But this has nothing to do with him. After all, people’s joys and sorrows are different.

"Just listen to me!" Carter Slay said nonchalantly, "I once signed a contract with Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, and sold my soul to him.

Although I used my extraordinary wisdom to trick the devil and get my soul back, I have been living under the devil's shadow for more than 150 years.

But at least I made it through. After the matter of Saint Vanganza was resolved, the feud between Mephisto and I was completely settled."

"You? Who are you?" Strange asked in astonishment, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of hope in his heart, thinking that perhaps this mysterious old man could heal his hands.

"Don't you know me?" Carter Slay pretended to be surprised, then took out the badge of the Shadow Holy Court from his pocket and put it on his chest, "I am the Archbishop of the Holy Court."

Strange: ...

You dress more shabbily than I do. It's hard to associate you with the Holy See.

"Uh... sorry, it didn't occur to me at the moment."

"Alright alright!

I am different from Gol. I often go out to exorcise demons and spend very little time in the Holy Court. I guess only a few devout believers of the God of Contract know me. "

Strange smiled awkwardly, and finally couldn't help asking: "Do you have any way to...heal my hands?"

"Me?" Carter Slay pointed at himself, pouring a glass of cold water on Strange's heart, "Of course I don't have it."

It was visibly that the faint light of hope in Strange's eyes dimmed rapidly.

Carter Slay shook his head in amusement, "But I know someone who can heal your hands."

Strange suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Carter Slay with excitement and trepidation, "Who? Is it some unknown doctor?"

"Let's just say so!" Carter Slay scratched his head, "Being a doctor is just his side job, but his medical skills can only be explained as magical.

He can heal a pierced heart, he can fix a broken bone, and as for your hand...even if it's broken, he can make it grow back."

"This is impossible." Strange still has basic scientific knowledge, "You are lying to me, this technology is simply..."

"What's impossible these days?" Carter Slay interrupted. "Green monsters, gods flying in the sky, aliens, demons from hell...

These are a little far from ordinary people, but you can't deny their existence. I am the professional exorcist who has teased the Lord of Hell before. "

Strange was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute.

"Then let me add one more thing, although it may not sound nice." Carter Slay looked Strange up and down, "You have less than a hundred dollars on you, and you are a worthless doctor with crippled hands.

What's the point of lying to someone like you? Is it a waste of time? "

"My organs and corneas are still valuable, especially my two kidneys."

Click! Click!

Carter Slay was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Excuse me, it's really a waste of time.

Goodbye, no, never again."

With that, Carter Slay stood up and walked straight past Strange.

"Please wait a moment." Feeling that hope had passed by, Strange immediately grabbed his arm with trembling hands, "Please tell me who he is."

"I still prefer your attitude just now. Why don't you recover first?" Carter Slay joked.

He has lived for nearly two hundred years and has eaten more salt than Strange has eaten rice, so he is confident that he can control him.

"Please stop joking with me.

I have no other choice, please tell me who he is?"

“A fortune teller from Hell’s Kitchen, Aaron Gaius.

He once fought against demons with me, so maybe he will help you for my sake." Carter Slay said seriously, "But he has a special personality, and he charges according to his mood, but it is absolutely impossible for you to get it for free."

Strange's expression darkened, and he almost forgot that treatment also required payment.

But he was so poor that he could barely pay the rent, so how could he afford the surgery?

"I, I, I...I'm a bit short of money."

"Understand, borrowing money, right?"

"I will definitely pay it back as long as my hand can be healed."

"No." Carter Slay said very simply.

"what?"

"What? I said no." Carter Slay looked at Strange's disappointed eyes and explained with rare patience: "Although I am the Archbishop of the Holy See, I can't save much money in a month from drinking and picking up girls.

Gel is really stingy. Apart from the necessary funds, he donated all the rest to the orphanage. I don't know why he likes children so much."

"Besides, I don't think you and I are familiar with each other!

Why should I pay for you?"

Strange: ...

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so much. I would go find Gaius and see if he can treat me. As for the medical expenses...

Let's discuss it slowly. At worst, I can work to pay off the debt later. It's better than living in a muddle-headed state like now!"

"Yes, you are right." Strange nodded belatedly, "I have to go see the doctor first. Can you lend me some money for a taxi?"

"Haha! This is the first time I hear such a shameless request." Carter Slay rolled his eyes speechlessly, but thinking that this guy would be the next Sorcerer Supreme, he was generous for once and took out two hundred dollars from his pocket.

"I will definitely pay it back in the future." Strange said gratefully. Being willing to lend him a helping hand at this time was like providing timely assistance.

“As for the money, you don’t have to pay it back.

But remember, you owe me a favor, a very big one."

"understood."

Watching Strange leave, Carter Slay stretched.

Two hundred dollars in exchange for a favor from the future Sorcerer Supreme. It’s not a loss at all!

Then he sat up straight and silently chanted the honorable name of Aaron Gaius.

The great god of the contract;

The ancient and noble inheritor;

Creator of the mind, master of shadows...

At the same time, Aaron, who was stroking his dragon at home, suddenly changed his expression and immediately contacted Carter Slay.

"It's done, my great master.

Stephen Strange is on his way to Gaius's Divination House."

"Nothing unexpected happened, right?"

"No, it can even be said to be very smooth."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Ancient One was not paying attention to Strange all the time.

Perhaps in the original timeline, Strange would look for Kamar-Taj after being completely desperate, looking for illusory hope, but now he has been intercepted by Gaius's Divination House.

"Um... Master." Carter Slay said a little embarrassedly, "I have been watching him for almost a month. Do you think you can reimburse me for this expense?

To be honest, I just lent Strange my last two hundred dollars for a taxi."

Aaron:......