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Marvel Universe, one day ago

Time: August 2009

Location: Philadelphia, USA.

In the early morning, there was a street hotel on Thirteenth Street in central Philadelphia. The sign of the hotel was a bit worn and there was a lot of dust on it. It seemed that it had not been cleaned for a while. The name of the signboard is Chang'an Western Restaurant, which is a very inconsistent signboard name. There were 3 black people and an Asian person busy preparing Chinese breakfast. Judging from the flow of people queuing up to buy, the breakfast in this store should taste good.

Suddenly, a fierce quarrel came from the second floor of the hotel.

"I said brother, you must accompany me to visit my seriously ill father today. No matter what he has done, he is a qualified father." The voice sounded wild and violent.

"No, he is the murderer. He killed his mother." Another voice sounded unruly and plain.

"It was just an accident. My father is also very guilty."

"Drunk driving is deliberate murder! Why did he survive? Why did his mother die because of his fault?"

"Father, he blames himself very much. He drinks to drown his sorrows every day. Now he has alcoholic liver disease and his time is running out. Why can't you look at him? He is also very pitiful."

"Does he blame himself? He is just a drunkard and a rotten person. Who can give me back my living mother? He is just a murderer, and an unrepentant murderer."

"Forgive me, father. He is not a drinker. He was just too happy that day, so he drank a few more drinks and took the risk of driving because he was close to home. Besides, the person who caused the incident drank more than my father."

"Victor, don't whitewash your father's mistakes. A drunk driver is a drunk driver. Doesn't it mean that a drunk driver is not a drunk driver? He is a murderer and a ****. You must know that your mother's ancestors were members of the Hua Wang family. Miss from the aristocratic family, her English name is Beverly, and she also has a Chinese name of Wang Yaoji. If Eugene, a rotten man, hadn't used dirty tricks, how could my mother have married him."

"Stephen, I admit that what you said is true, but at that time, I saved my mother's family and settled down in Philadelphia. At that time, there were many gangs in Philadelphia, and the public security was appalling. My mother herself said that beauty is a disaster, and said that it is a blessing and a curse. Depend on each other. My father dotes on you the most. After having you, he spent a huge price to leave the gang, and worked hard to clear his name and go ashore, so that my mother can live a peaceful life."

"Wang Xiaoer, have you ever been considerate of your mother? You hang out with your father's former gang of friends every day. Don't think I don't know. We have different paths and don't want to conspire against each other. You walk your sunny path, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge. I I will not visit the murderer. Maybe I will forgive him after he dies. My mother is dissatisfied, otherwise why would she give you the Chinese name Wang Xiaoer, and my sister is also named Donna, but I am the only one who still Called Stephen. Because in my mother’s mind, I was a mistake.”

There was a burst of urgent footsteps from upstairs to downstairs. Two young men of different shapes flashed out from the side door. I can see that one is a typical Caucasian with a height of 180cm, a Caucasian complexion, black hair and black eyes; the other is a height of 171cm, an Asian complexion, black hair and golden pupils; their faces are vaguely similar.

"Brother, be careful." As soon as a panicked and frightened voice came, there was another sound that was unique to a heavy object hitting a person's body: "clang" and "clang".

Everyone took a closer look and found that the mixed-race young man with Asian skin color had been knocked away by the hippie gangsters in the area. Moreover, there has been a hit and run.

The thin young man who was 180cm tall and wearing a luxury watch also discovered that the humanoid object that flew out just now was the younger brother he had argued with before.

The scalpel that Stephen Strange had never let go of had fallen to the ground. Stephen's eyes were blank as he looked at the heartbeat monitor in a straight line. Suddenly, his vision went dark and he fainted.

At dusk, the Osborne Philadelphia Affiliated Hospital on 6th Street in the central district also turned on the lights early, and the pungent smell of disinfectant and formalin overflowed in each corridor. As people came to the hospital in droves after get off work, the hospital, which was equivalent to three or four football fields in the central area where space is at a premium, suddenly became a little crowded.

Medical charges do not respect national boundaries. As long as the charges are relatively reasonable and hospitals are more suitable for civilians to seek medical treatment, they will be the first choice for civilians. Therefore, during the peak hours of medical treatment, the intuitive feeling of medical treatment is that it is particularly crowded. Thanks to the classification of Western medicine, the huge flow of people is reasonably distributed, which makes people feel a little better.

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Philadelphia is one of the oldest and most historic cities in the United States. The northern part of the city's layout is the art district, where most museums and art galleries are gathered. To the east is the historical area and to the west is the central area.

Osborne Hospital of Philadelphia is one of the most conscientious hospitals in Philadelphia with excellent medical skills and reasonable fees. At this time, a sign was hanging on an inconspicuous small building in the northwest corner of the hospital [Frozen Dormancy Building]. Cryosleep technology is not too advanced or rare. At least some hospitals in the United States now provide this service. Originally, it would be impossible for an affiliated hospital to have such technology because it would cost tens of thousands of dollars to provide such services.

[Cryogenic Hibernation] technology is used to preserve the body of those who are suffering from diseases or incurable diseases, and then resurrect them many years later when technology develops and they can be cured.

The high cost prohibits most ordinary people. But maybe the Osborne Group is really wealthy, or for other reasons, Osborne Philadelphia Affiliated Hospital has set up a freezing dormant room with an independent system.

A young nurse with light freckles on her cheeks was playing with the registration pen boredly, yawning and counting the time to get ready to get off work. She was also thinking about whether she could hook up with a handsome guy she liked at the party in the evening and end her single life. A burst of rhythmic footsteps came, as if every step was carefully calculated, and the frequency was exactly the same. She could tell without getting up that it was not her colleague who was taking over. Her colleague was acting irritably.

When she got off work and took over the job of contacting frozen corpses, the little nurse couldn't help but let out a slight curse. However, her good professionalism allowed her to quickly open the registration window. She was barely familiar with this set of procedures, and she had only taken over two businesses in two years of work.

"Miss Yoselin, here are my registration form, application form and payment form, please." An unruly, rich, magnetic, yet sad voice came into the nurse's ears. Yoselin was a little dazed. This person was actually dressed as a surgeon, but she still took the materials passed through the window very skillfully. In her spare time, she found that the doctor opposite her was tall and thin, with a shiny black hair, smooth and meticulous, and a handsome face that said "I am an elite". The limited commemorative watch on her wrist made Yoselin a little stunned. She happened to be there. A high-class party knew its value, and besides, his sad red eyes balanced out that unruly demeanor, making him seem like an ideal companion.

Yoselin shook her head to dismiss the ridiculous idea, did not engage in conversation, and quickly began to enter the information. At the same time, she learned that the doctor opposite her was named Stephen Strange, and that the person lying on the pulley stretcher to be frozen was his brother Vic. Dostrange's death was caused by a serious car accident. Rescue efforts were ineffective for more than 10 hours. It took less than an hour from the time he was launched from the rescue room, which complied with the freezing regulations.

According to the regulations, before freezing the regulated freezer, Yoselin needed to take the last step of taking photos and filing and marking them, so she walked out of the workbench with her camera in hand. As soon as I walked out of the workbench, the energy-saving lamp inlaid in the corridor suddenly flickered on and off for a few minutes. Suddenly, the tube of the energy-saving lamp burst, and several orange arcs spanned a distance of nearly 2 meters. It struck Victor Strange, who was lying quietly on a pulley stretcher. But what is strange is that there was no abnormal sound, and Victor Strange, who was covered in white linen, had no abnormality, except for the burst energy-saving lamp that showed that what just happened was not an illusion.

Stephen Strange pulled out the arm tightly held by Yoselin without leaving a trace, coughed slightly, indicating that he could continue the unfinished procedures. Yoselin also came to her senses, lifted up the fine linen covering Victor Strange's head, selected the angle and completed the photo with a skillful "click". I packed up my camera and was about to put the linen cloth back in place. After all, out of sight is not out of mind. Suddenly, his movements were stopped by a warm hand, and he gave her a shushing and muting gesture. Stephen's sharp ears actually heard the heartbeats of three hearts hitting the chest, two strong and one weak, could it be? .

From Yoselin's perspective, after Stephen listened quietly for a while, he leaned over and put his ear to the chest of the man who was lying on the stretcher and had been diagnosed and sent to the freezer, and murmured: "God, There is a heartbeat, albeit very weak."