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"Xinian!"

Gwen's eyes widened, and her body was equipped with an air cushion. She reacted very quickly and hugged Xinian, who suddenly lost consciousness.

"Master...?!"

Also in the main hall of the top-floor office, Wanda looked at Xinian who had undergone a change. The cleaned cup fell from her hands and exploded on the floor with a splat!

Wanda's young body, which was inconsistent with her own age, trembled, and the scarlet pupils flashed across her beautiful light red eyes, faintly revealing extreme emotions such as madness, violence, and coldness!

The scarlet pupils disappeared quickly.

"Let me see!"

The beautiful and cute black maid dress swayed violently, and Wanda quickly rushed to Xinian, and eagerly stretched the white and tender palm of her right hand to the young man's eyebrows.

Buzz—!

Under the surprised and uncertain gaze of Gwen, who was holding Xinian, the little hands of the crimson maid Wanda glowed with crimson light!

The strange red energy is like light and a kind of mist.

It lingered and rose from Wanda's five fingers, carrying the profound meaning of chaos and the aura of the soul, and spread to the eyebrows of the unconscious young man.

But at this moment.

A hand suddenly grabbed Wanda's outstretched right wrist.

"Stop, I'm fine..." Xinian breathed out, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Wanda and Gwen were stunned at the same time:

"Your eyes."

"My eyes?"

Xinian sat on the sofa with his pillow in Gwen's arms, and subconsciously touched the right corner of his eye with his fingers.

With his spider sense, he also sensed it.

His original brown eyes turned into a strange black, as if they were dancing with a dark black flame, but he couldn't feel any warmth at all!

Less than a few seconds.

The blackness faded away like the tide, and the pupils returned to their original color.

"Xinian, what just happened?" Gwen asked worriedly with a scared look.

"I don't know either." Xinian shook his head.

He only felt that at that moment, his soul was slightly shaken.

Xinian stood up again and moved his body, but there was nothing unusual.

It was as if the internet speed was just stuck, causing the soul to temporarily leave the body for a few seconds.

But he still felt a little strange in his heart.

Just now, the blackness in his eyes...

Much like death.

…

"What are you two looking at me like?"

Xinian felt a little scared and looked at Gwen and Wanda who were staring directly at him from both sides of the body.

Gwen said worriedly and firmly: "We must conduct a comprehensive inspection!"

"Master, my ability can detect souls and thoughts." Wanda whispered weakly.

"Okay. I know my physical condition well, so don't worry too much."

Xinian doesn't want to be protected and treated as a patient by those around him.

Moreover, if it involves the concept of death, it will be impossible to detect it no matter how you test it.

"no!"

Gwen stretched out her arms to hug Xinian, causing Xinian's eyes to darken.

But this time, it was not the loss of consciousness like before, but his eyes, and his face, were covered by soft things with a faint fragrance.

Xinian can't breathe...

He finally knew where the weight that Gwen had gained over the past three years came from.

Gwen hugged Xinian and said, "Wanda, come and help me, subdue him and make him lie down!"

"Ah..." Wanda was at a loss and carefully stretched out her little hand to pick up one of Xinian's feet.

"Wanda, who is your young master?" Xinian asked emphatically.

Wanda was so frightened that she quickly let go, causing Xinian and Gwen, who were hugging each other, to fall over on the sofa.

In the living room on the top floor, which was too cozy to be an office, the three of them were in a mess.

In the end, it was artificial intelligence Alice who came to the rescue for Xinian:

"Master, maybe you want to know something about it."

"What happened?"

On the sofa, Xinian finally poked his head out.

Alice: "About, an old person you know."

…

New York streets.

A middle-aged man with slightly white temples sat dejectedly on the ground, his hair was as messy as a doghouse, and his unkempt beard looked sloppy.

Like a street bum.

But he was wearing expensive designer sweatshirts and jeans, his hands were wrapped in white bandages, and his eyes were staring at the passers-by on the street.

As a genius neurologist, Stephen Strange never expected that he would be reduced to this situation.

More than three months ago.

Due to a serious car accident that fell off a cliff, Strange lay in bed for three full months, leaving his hands severely disabled.

If he were the chief surgeon, Strange would be confident that he could heal his hands. After all, he was the best doctor!

Because of this, he felt the tricks of fate and the despair of life!

Without his hands, he will never be able to become a doctor or live his daily life like a normal person!

fine.

Strange just learned that a patient who had been treated at New York's No. 1 Hospital many years ago was obviously highly paralyzed, but recently he appeared on the basketball court in a New York park playing basketball like a normal person!

This may be the last hope.

Strange is preparing to find the patient and ask him about the cure for paralysis.

Moving up with his shoulders against the wall, Strange stood up with difficulty and was about to continue walking to the basketball court.

But at this moment.

The phone in his pocket rang.

…

Strange stood at the front door of the Future Chronicle headquarters, looked up, and looked at the building whose top was almost invisible.

Some time ago, he tried every possible way and channel to heal his hands, and naturally sought help from Future Chronicle Company, which was engaged in biological genes and terminal illness.

Although he only had a little hope at that time.

What Strange didn't expect was that the customer service of Future Chronicle just called and said that the manager of Future Chronicle wanted to see him!

Manager of Future Chronicle, Alice.

This is a legendary big shot. It seems that even the internal employees of Future Chronicle Company have never seen him!

…

Soon, Strange took the exclusive elevator to the chairman's office.

Looking at the floors that kept rising and jumping in the elevator.

Strange felt a little nervous for some reason. As a former genius doctor, he naturally stepped into the circle of upper-class people.

But the top leaders of giant companies like Future Chronicle and Stark Industries are already at the top of the social class and can easily create a lot of upper-class circles!

What's more, he is now paralyzed in both hands and has completely lost his identity as a doctor who can talk to the other party on an equal footing.

Under tension and expectation.

With a ding-dong sound, the elevator arrived at the second-to-last floor of the headquarters building.

The general manager's office.

The elevator door opened, and Strange walked out of the elevator nervously. What came into view was naturally a super-large office with top-level luxury configuration.

The curtains of the large floor-to-ceiling windows on one side were all pulled up, and the brilliant golden sunlight fell into the room, and you could look down at the entire Queens, New York.

And at the table and chair in the general manager's office, a black-haired boy sat on it, staring at him with bright eyes.

"You, you are...!"

Strange's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was also wide open due to excessive surprise.

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