Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

"You have something in your hand? What do you mean?"

Several people sat together, and Paimon asked Zhongli incoherently while munching on a small cake.

Lin Ze couldn't stand her stained face, so he pulled out a tissue from the table and gently wiped the cream off Paimong's cheek.

Zhongli picked up the porcelain cup on the table, wiped the foam off the tea, took a sip, and spoke slowly:

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Strange should have something made of metal or mineral in his hand during the treatment. These foreign objects hindered the healing of Barbara's singing."

"Her singing helped the damaged nerves recover, but the channels that were supposed to be built by the human body were now occupied by foreign objects. The surging healing power forced the quickly repaired nerves to squeeze out their own positions. If Barbara hadn't stopped quickly enough, this gentleman's hand would have been 'crushed'."

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"Oh my god...Mr. Stephen I'm so sorry..."

Zhongli's words made Barbara even more depressed.

"Barbara..."

Paimon quietly pushed his cake towards Barbara's position and comforted her softly, "Barbara, you didn't want this to happen. This is just a coincidence."

\"But......\"

Barbara wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lin Ze who was standing beside her: "It's okay to fail once. Fortunately, we have found the problem. What do you have in your hand, Mr. Stephen?"

"It's steel nails, bridges, and some miscellaneous things."

Stephen didn't expect that these supplies, which were originally used for treatment, would now become the biggest obstacle to his recovery.

"I tried everything to restore my ligaments and nerves."

The man lowered his head and sighed: "If this is really the reason why Pastor Barbara can't continue to treat my hand, then...then I will take out everything inside!"

\"Mr. Stephen, you........\"

Barbara couldn't help but be moved when she heard the man's words.

"But what if my singing can't heal you?"

Stephen did not answer. He did not know either. Pastor Barbara was his last hope. If even this hope was shattered, he really did not know if he could continue to hold on.

Lin Ze listened on the side and admired the man's courage. Not everyone has the determination to overturn all previous efforts and try again.

"Is there a way to treat it conservatively? Don't go for such an extreme treatment all at once, otherwise the doctor's previous efforts will be in vain."

Lin Ze couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Zhongli next to him. This guy saw the key point at a glance, so he should have a solution.

Zhongli looked at Stephen's condition, then met the eager eyes of several people at the scene. He pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.

The disappointment in Stephen’s eyes flashed away, and was replaced by a look of determination.

"I'm not afraid of pain. Since I can perform surgery to put these things in, I can also take them out. When I'm ready, I'll come back to trouble Pastor Barbara."

"Have you made up your mind? If you fail, the price will be heavy."

Zhongli reminded.

Stephen nodded heavily: "It can't be any worse than it is now. I am willing to bear all the consequences. Even if I fail in the end, at least I tried."

"Well... Mr. Strange's perseverance is truly unmatched and admirable. However, your situation is not yet at the point of burning your boats."

Zhongli put down the cup, stood up and left his seat. As he walked, he put one hand behind his waist and gently stroked the shiny jade ring on his thumb with the other hand.

"There is another way."

"Any other way?"

Lin Ze couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zhongli, what did you think of?"

Zhongli folded his arms, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened his eyes:

"…The time has not come yet."

Stephen noticed that the man named Zhongli had something unfinished in his mouth, so he immediately asked, "What does 'not yet the right time' mean?"

"Is Mr. Strange familiar with New York City?"

?

For some reason Zhongli suddenly asked other questions, and this 180-degree turn confused Lin Ze.

Although Stephen was puzzled, he nodded truthfully: "I have worked here for many years and I know New York well."

"...In that case, could you please ask Mr. Strange to be my guide for the next few days? I'm new here and I'm not very familiar with this place. I want to see it all."

"Zhongli, what are you up to?"

Paimon scratched her head. She didn't quite understand. Wasn't she just talking about how to treat Mr. Stephen's hand? Why was she looking for a guide again?

"Besides, Paimon is the best guide in the world, so you should look for me!"

The little guy put his hands on his hips angrily, with a little red cream on the tip of his nose, which looked quite funny.

"Paimon is of course the best guide in the world, but the problem is, aren't you my personal guide? How can you go to help Zhongli?"

Lin Ze pretended to be angry and asked Paimeng with a frown, his eyes faintly revealing a hint of sadness and disappointment.

"Ah! This..." Paimon looked at Zhongli, then at the 'angry' Traveler, and immediately changed sides.

"Traveler, of course I will help you, Zhongli! Just let Mr. Stephen be your guide. Traveler can't do without me here."

Even as he said this, Paimon had a proud look on his face.

Humph, my little Paimon’s position in the hearts of travelers is indeed irreplaceable!

Lin Ze chuckled when he saw this. Paimon was still so easily satisfied.

He understood that Zhongli must have his own reasons for choosing to do this.

Maybe this is Zhongli's test for Mr. Stephen, so don't join in the fun with the little guy who doesn't even recognize Paimeng.

Stephen obviously thought so too, so he immediately agreed to Zhongli's suggestion of being a guide.

However, his sightseeing trip with Mr. Zhongli was not so smooth. The main reason was Mr. Tartaglia who squeezed in and insisted on going with them.

So the originally planned trip for two people has now turned into a trip for three people.

But this Mr. Tadalia seemed to have some hostility towards him?

Stephen was keenly aware that although the other party sometimes spoke to him with a smile, there was a chilling light in his eyes.

But every time Mr. Zhongli looked over, the coldness on Tartaglia disappeared, as if everything was just Stephen's illusion.

"Oh, by the way, I still haven't dealt with the mob that bullied Wanmin Hall."

"The weather is nice today. If you have nothing to do, Mr. Zhongli, why don't you come along?"

Tartaglia suddenly had an idea. He saw Stephen's mouth curled up and said, "It is inevitable that the scene will be chaotic, and minor bumps and collisions may occur. Mr. Stephen is a doctor, and saving lives is the doctor's duty. Why don't we come and watch together?"

Stephen: ...

He really wanted to say that he was a neurologist and that this technique would not be necessary in a normal fight, but when he saw the look in Tartaglia's eyes, he shut his mouth obediently.