American comic world demon hunter

First Public Hospital of Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States

In the neurosurgery operating room, Dr. Strange is performing a vital motor nerve reconstruction surgery

To be honest, in the current American medical community, Dr. Strange is the only one qualified to perform this surgery.

The reason why this is so is not because his medical technology is so strong that it can crush the Nobel Prize, but because he has a pair of hands of God.

Everyone who knows Dr. Strange or has been a patient of Dr. Strange believes this deeply. Dr. Strange’s hands have been kissed by God.

Those are a pair of hands that are far more stable than machines. They are hands that even machines cannot compare to. Dr. Strange has never made any feeding mistakes in any of his surgeries. He has never failed or had any postoperative operations. Deterioration, nothing that can even be called a failure

At this moment, the operation in front of Dr. Strange is quite simple.

"Christina, what are you going to eat later?"

With a cynical smile on Strange's face, he asked the nurse beside him. This beautiful girl's name is Christina Palmer. She is an extremely excellent and experienced surgical nurse. Otherwise, Nor will she be favored by the arrogant Dr. Stephen Strange.

No rush, in Christina's mind, no matter how cynical Strange seems, Christina clearly knows that there is no one more arrogant and confident than the great doctor in front of her.

"I haven't thought about it, maybe you can help me with some ideas."

Christina said, and Dr. Strange nodded with a look that was indeed true.

"Then it's up to me to decide. I prepared fresh lamb brains and beef ribs at home. I remember you like this."

Hell, I like sheep heart

After hearing Strange's words, Christina kept repeating them in her mind, but her face remained calm because she didn't want her explanation to make Dr. Strange feel humiliated.

"Indeed, your cooking skills are the best I have ever seen, so that's the decision."

"Okay, Christina, you know, not everyone is eligible to enter my home, but you obviously are."

"I am very honored"

With these words, the operation was over. Dr. Strange put down the tools and handed over the finishing work to his assistant.

"Let's go, good girl. I think this patient will feel honored to receive my treatment. I am not willing to treat all kinds of diseases."

Strange walked out of the operating room and said to Christina behind him. Christina immediately rolled her eyes in her heart. She really wanted to say that no one would find this easy. For the scary diseases that Strange is interested in, the patient would probably prefer that he suffers from a common cold.

But with this in mind, Christina said.

"That's true, Strange. Apart from you, I don't think anyone else can cure him."

"Of course, I believe that deeply"

"Me too, Doctor, you are the greatest surgeon in the world in my mind, and you are."

Christina said that she has known Strange for so long and has long been used to saying things to Strange that make him happy.

At this time, Strange, who was supposed to show modesty that she was not the best, was suddenly stunned. In Christina's eyes, Strange suddenly shed a tear from the corner of his eye.

Those tears made Christina almost stunned. God, Strange could actually cry. Did he just say something? He must have said something that shouldn't be said. Otherwise, Strange's emotional changes would not be the same. so fast

Look, Strange, who originally planned to take Christina home with a smile, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly changed his mind.

"Maybe we can go to Calero's, the best bar in Philadelphia, and have a drink. It's been too long since I've had a drink."

Strange suddenly said,