Marvel: I'm really not an evil god!

one year later.

It's morning in New York City, and the latest news is playing on various channels.

"According to the latest news, the city's famous neurosurgeon Stephen Strange was unfortunately involved in a car accident on his way to a dinner last night..."

In the hospital, Strange woke up from a coma. He felt that his whole body was full of pain. At this time, he recalled what happened last night. He seemed to have been in a car accident.

Last night, some damn bastard hit his sports car, causing the vehicle to lose control. Then his eyes went black and he didn't know anything anymore.

Strange looked to the side, where Christine was looking at him with worry.

"It's okay, you'll be fine."

Strange suddenly seemed to feel that he had lost control of his hands. He turned his head slightly and saw that his hands were fixed to the hospital bed with needles inserted in them.

"What did they do?!" Strange asked.

"They flew you here by helicopter, but it took a lot of time to find you, and while you were in the car, the prime time to repair the nerve damage had passed..." Kristen explained.

"What did they do!!" Strange himself is a top neurologist. After sensing the problem with his hands, and seeing how they looked after surgery, he asked Christine very anxiously. Ask questions.

"..." Christine pursed her lips, calmed down her mood, and then spoke slowly,

"Eleven stainless steel needles were inserted into the bones, multiple ligaments were torn, and there was severe nerve damage in both hands. You lay on the operating table for eleven hours."

“Look at these retainers!”

"No one can do it better."

"I can do better." Strange said very confidently.

Then, after Strange's hands could be removed from those fixators that he hated so much, he began to look at his own cases and study how to operate to improve his hands.

After meeting after meeting, and after surgery after surgery, Strange's hands still showed no improvement, leaving only the horrific surgical marks.

Even Strange himself felt desperate.

As a neurology doctor, his hands are extremely important. Only with dexterous and delicate hands can he handle the complex nerves and ensure that his hands do not shake during the operation and the operation can be completed.

However, Strange looked at his hands that had lost strength and were still shaking, and understood that his career as a doctor was probably coming to an end.

"Answer me, Maester, have you ever seen anyone who suffered such severe neurological damage and recovered through physical therapy?"

When Strange was reconstructing his hands, he asked the nurse beside him who was cheering him on, if the reconstruction thing was useless.

"There was a man who suffered a broken spine in a factory accident and became paralyzed. His legs were shrinking day by day. His shoulders hurt from pushing the wheelchair. He came three times a week. One day, he suddenly stopped coming. I thought he was dead. A few years later , he walked past me on the street."

"Walk?"

"Yes, let's go."

"Nonsense, give me his medical records."

"It will take some time to find his case from the archives, but it will be worth it if it proves your egomaniac wrong."

Strange glanced at him speechlessly, "What about your professional ethics as a doctor and nurse?" !You actually scolded me?

While Strange was waiting for the case, he still did not forget to continue looking for a way to heal his hands, but the results were unsatisfactory and no doctor was willing to operate on Strange.

A few days later, he got the case report. He couldn't believe that he could walk again after suffering such a serious injury. He decided to look for it. Maybe this was the only chance.

"Jonathan Pangborn, complete spinal cord injury at C7-C8."

"who are you?"

"Paralyzed from the chest down and partially paralyzed in both hands."

"I do not know you."

"I'm Stephen Strange, a neurologist... I was."

"Do you know? I really know you. I have been to your office before, but you refused to see me. I haven't even passed the test of being your assistant."

"You couldn't have been treated at the time."

"If you can't cure it, you won't get the honor, right?"

"You recovered from a fatal illness..."

Strange said loudly to Jonathan's leaving back,

"I also want to find my road to recovery." Strange said with a little choked up.

Jonathan looked at Strange's hand and thought of how desperate he was back then.

"Okay, I gave up my body. I thought I only had my mind left, and I should at least try to improve it, so I went to see the master and the saint. The stranger carried me to the top of the mountain to see the saint. , finally, I found my mentor, my thinking has been improved, my soul has been sublimated, I don’t know how..."

"Are you healed?" Strange said.

"Yes."

"There are more profound secrets waiting for me to learn, but I don't have the strength to accept them. I am content with my miracles and come home. The place you are looking for is called Kama Taj, but the price there is high .”

"how much is it?"

"I don't mean money. Good luck~"

Faced with the only hope, even if it is to find a way from metaphysics, as long as he can heal his hands, Strange will try it no matter what.

Determined, he packed up his things and set off.

Kama Taj, the quiet room where Gu Yi drank tea, an orange spark appeared, and Wanda returned to the real world from the mirror space.

"Teacher, it's been a year and Alita hasn't woken up yet. How long do we have to wait?"

Wanda sat opposite Gu Yi and said worriedly.

More than a year has passed since Alita came here and began to fuse gems. The dark red cocoon that originally flowed has turned into crystal. Now even Ancient One cannot sense Alita's state. .

Speaking of this, Gu Yi was also worried. She silently calculated that her future heir, Strange, was already on the way to find him, which meant that her retirement was not far away.

It's not that Gu Yi doesn't want to let go of this prosperous world. She has stayed in this mortal world enough. What she doesn't want to let go of are the people around her, and she can't let go of Alita. Especially at this critical point, Alita has no sign of waking up yet. Gu Yi I suspected that Alita might not be able to come in time to see her off on her last journey.

As for what happens if Alita's fusion fails, wouldn't there be Strange? Although he is incomparable to Alita, a talented monster, he is still a genius academic master with a photographic memory. He is the successor to the ancient one. Later, the most powerful Sorcerer Supreme, so Ancient One was not very worried that Strange would not be able to use the Time Stone to reverse Alita's time.

Of course, if possible, Ancient One still hopes that Alita wakes up before she leaves.