[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

Stephen took the paper cup firmly with his hand, and the tea in it didn't spill out at all.

"It wasn't like that at the beginning." Stephen looked down at his hands, "My hand tendons were seriously injured. It was very difficult to recover after the operation. I couldn't even straighten my hands, and my hands kept shaking , and could barely hold anything. Later, I sought medical treatment everywhere and sold my high-end apartment in New York, but I still couldn’t return to the level of a normal person.”

Stephen covered his face with his hands, and heaved a long sigh. Those desperate memories obviously made people uncomfortable.

"But then apparently some miracles happened, and now your hand has fully recovered." Sherlock leaned forward and asked with concern.

Of course Sherlock was very curious. He had seen the X-ray. In his opinion, it was impossible for the medical methods in the world to restore the hands completely.

"Yes." Stephen took a deep breath, "I was in a daze all day long, and my rehabilitation doctor couldn't stand it, and told me a case story. It was a patient I once saw, who suffered from spinal shattering in a car accident. Fractured and paralyzed in the lower body, I saw x-rays and it was so bad that I couldn't fix it, so I declined the operation. But my rehab doctor told me the man is now out of the wheelchair and standing , which is completely impossible."

Stephen continued, "Of course I didn't believe it, but I was too desperate to give up false hope. So I went to him and guess what I saw? I saw him fighting with other people." basketball!"

"What?" Watson couldn't believe it. He knew how serious a comminuted vertebral fracture was, and it was impossible for even a patient in good recovery to try such strenuous sports as basketball.

"Yes, I asked him which doctor he had consulted, but he was reluctant to say, but later asked me to go to a temple in Nepal, where his waist was healed."

Watson's expression began to become weird. As a doctor, he had seen many helpless patients begin to turn their attention to places other than medicine after experiencing despair.

But basically they won't get anything except psychological comfort.

"And then? Where did you go?" Sherlock didn't show the slightest doubt, and still listened carefully.

"Yes, I bought a plane ticket with the last of my money and went there. I found that temple, and the master there accepted me as a disciple, and I practiced in the temple. After a while, my hands were healed!"

Stephen looked excited, he opened and closed his five fingers freely, and his joints were very flexible.

Watson began to try to determine whether this person is a mental patient.

Such unscientific words uttered from a face that is exactly the same as Sherlock's is really too inconsistent.

But Sherlock had seen that x-ray.

If Watson had seen it too, he might now believe what the man in front of him said.

"Can you be more specific?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"Practice, I joined the temple, the abbot inside accepted me as a disciple, I practiced with other people all day long, slowly, I mastered that power, I poured that power into my hands, and my hands became Recovery!" Stephen was very excited.

"What power?" Sherlock continued to ask, and Watson felt that he came to accompany Sherlock to listen to the story today.

"It's spiritual power and magic! After practicing, I became a qualified mage!"

Watson pursed his lips hard, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Stephen showed an angry expression, "Sir, I'm here to ask for help. If you don't trust me, then we don't need to talk anymore. It's not early today. I'm going home. Let's call it a day."

After speaking, Stephen got up and went downstairs to leave.

"What's going on here? Sherlock?" Watson sat and listened to the story all afternoon, and when he was called, he was dazed by their identical looks.

"Watson, why do you think two people who have never met before will look exactly the same?" Sherlock suddenly jumped up and hurried downstairs.

"Hey, wait for me." Watson hurriedly followed, "Identical twins separated since childhood?"

"I don't have a twin brother, I'm sure of that." Sherlock pushed open the door, saw another tall and thin figure had already reached the intersection, and started to follow quickly in this direction.

Watson trotted to keep up with Sherlock, "So what are we doing now?"

"Follow that man, I wonder how he disappeared from surveillance."

But when Sherlock ran to the intersection and turned the corner, the 'doctor' had disappeared.

Sherlock walked up and down the street two or three times, and found that he really couldn't find anyone again.

"Once again, Watson, he can always disappear where it is impossible to disappear, and I can't find a way for him to escape from all the surveillance cameras."

"Are you looking for him? You mean he knows where the camera is? Why do you hide from the camera?" Watson ran around following Sherlock,

Sherlock turned around and walked towards 221B, "I don't think he is a simple lunatic, he said so much with his purpose, maybe the truth lies in what he said."

Watson recalled what the 'doctor' said just now, "Does he want to tell us that he is a novelist?"

The 'doctor' did not show up for the next few days.

Sherlock first consulted the well-known surgeons in all the hospitals in New York these days.

Of course, no one was found,

Watson took Stephen's X-ray and looked at it for a long time, "Seriously, is this really an X-ray of his hand? How could such a serious injury be fully recovered? Has Nepal developed any new surgical technique?" Spell?"

Watson took his notebook and began to check the website of the most famous hospital in Nepal.

After reviewing the information for a long time, Watson blinked his interference eyes vigorously, straightened up and turned his neck, "Well, unless the doctor hides his name and prevents people from reporting, I really don't believe that in a place where medical treatment is not developed enough To be able to perform such a delicate and advanced surgical operation.”

Sherlock had shifted back into his contemplative position.

"No, our direction may be wrong. He did want to tell us something, and he said a lot of detailed information, but we haven't found it yet." Sherlock closed his eyes, "I may not have contacted this information before, or It's spam."

Watson couldn't help but think of a sinister commission when the two first started investigating together, "The supernova that exploded?"

"Yes." Sherlock jumped up from the sofa, "I need to get in touch with some knowledge that I have never been interested in before."

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