[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia's first session went of course, and although Pietro had completely forgotten to notify her earlier, the cash in her pocket more than made up for it.

After class, the plants used for demonstration were scattered all over the place, and the students put them away obediently and returned them to Lydia. Lydia was holding a bunch of flowers and plants, but she didn't know what to do.

It's a waste to throw it away, and it's a nuisance not to throw it away.

Charles was sitting in a wheelchair laughing, he looked less harmless with the hedgehog head than when he was bald, Lydia looked at him, who immediately coughed, pretending that he hadn't laughed.

Now it was Hank's turn to stand behind him and chuckled.

"Hank." Lydia called the roll directly, and Hank raised his head subconsciously, showing a gentle smile to Lydia, and with the glasses on his face, he looked very elegant: "What's the matter?"

Lydia stuffed the flowers and plants in Hank's arms into Hank's arms, and smiled: "Take it, don't drop it."

Hank hugged the plants and looked at Lydia blankly. Lydia put her hand on Charles' shoulder and patted it with a smile, and said to Hank, "Send these to Charles' room, beautiful Flowers and plants can make people feel better."

"Lydia." Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked up and called Lydia's name in protest.

Both Lydia and Hank pretended not to hear, she patted Charles on the shoulder twice again: "I'm going out for a while."

The students watched the interaction of these teachers and left the lawn while giggling.

Lydia called Mycroft last night, wanting to ask about Strange's whereabouts, but before she could speak, Mycroft miraculously knew what she wanted to ask, and asked her to ask after picking up the phone S.H.I.E.L.D. Go.

Coulson very readily gave her Strange's address and contact information in New York.

Now she was going to meet the amazing man she had seen in London.

She went back to her room, changed her clothes, put on some light makeup, and took some cash by the way, and then used her ability to move to the address given by Coulson.

This private museum in New York looks far less grand than London. From the outside, the building is no different from the houses around it except for the sign on the window.

The gate of this museum is closed, rejecting all visiting guests.

Lydia straightened her windbreaker and knocked on the door of the building.

She waited quietly for ten seconds before knocking on the door again. It took at least half a minute for the person inside to open the door. Lydia raised her hand and was about to knock down. Naturally withdrew his hand, showing a smile: "Good afternoon, sir."

The man who opened the door was a man with chocolate-colored skin. He looked at Lydia and recognized her quickly: "Lydia Morrison?"

"Yes, sir." Lydia showed a generous smile, expressing her curiosity appropriately, "Do you know me?"

"You and the captain are the headlines today." The other party said blankly, but never fully opened the door, blocking the door and interrogating Lydia, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to find Dr. Strange." Lydia maintained a gentle and generous smile from the beginning to the end. The man in front of her finally relaxed when he heard her say a familiar name. Some, the muscles at the corners of the tightly pursed mouth relaxed a little, but they still said vigilantly: "I need to ask him."

Lydia nodded understandingly: "Then I'll wait here."

The other party nodded to her, and then closed the door.

This time she waited for more than a minute, and the door opened again, and it was the man from just now. This time his tone was much better than before, and there was a polite smile on his face: "Please follow me."

The decoration inside looks like the last century. It is much more beautiful and exquisite than the exterior of the building, and the chandelier on the top looks very valuable.

Facing the door was the wide staircase. The man led Lydia up and said as he walked, "I'm sorry for the rudeness just now. My name is Aaron. Are you a mutant?"

"Probably." Lydia didn't deny it, and walked behind him while looking around from the corner of her eye.

"When I read the newspaper this morning, I thought it was nonsense." Aaron basically let go of his guard and smiled, "But Strange said that you are really good."

"Thank him for his compliment." Lydia also laughed.

They had already reached the second floor while they were talking, and Strange was sitting on the single sofa at the stairway, his red cloak hovering motionless beside the sofa.

The cloak noticed them coming up earlier than Strange himself, it moved more than ten centimeters towards Lydia, and then stopped there, the hem of the cloak floated up, and waved towards her in a very humane way Say hello to her.

Strange stood up and turned around. He smiled when he looked at Lydia, and then nodded to Aaron beside her: "Thank you, Aaron."

Aaron nodded, turned and went downstairs.

The cloak drifted a little further towards Lydia, Strange glanced at it, and it immediately stopped moving, even the hem drooped obediently, it looked no different from an ordinary cloak.

"It likes you very much." Strange showed a smile that was not the same as Sherlock's, and then pointed to the single sofa opposite him, "Sit."

When Lydia walked past the cloak, she touched its neckline. The cloak quickly revived, and happily jumped on the spot twice. Strange took another look, and then obediently levitated on the edge of his sofa.

"I saw you on the headlines of today's newspapers." Strange poured a cup of tea for Lydia, poured a cup for himself, took a sip from the cup and asked her, "So are you here to do it?" What?"

Seeing this face that was exactly the same as Sherlock's expression different from Sherlock's, Lydia always felt a little strange, she looked away and picked up the teacup: "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Strange looked at her and said nothing, Lydia took a sip of tea and continued: "One of my abilities is healing, but I lack neurological knowledge."

"I think you should know that there is a group of people who wield small sticks all day long and have potions that can cure all diseases." Strange put down his glass and looked at Lydia.

"They can't treat mutants," Lydia looked at his scarred hand on the cup, slightly trembling her eyelashes, stretched out her hand to gently cover his hand, tilted her head slightly, and watched His hand, and said softly, "And I'm sure you know, it's no secret that they can't heal stuffed areas."

Under her palm, Strange's right hand trembled uncontrollably. Strange obviously wore a lot of clothes, but the temperature was lower than her hand. Lydia gently held the other's fingers, He showed a soft smile, and continued: "...but they can't, but I can."

"I can heal your hand," Lydia said softly and tenderly.

Strange didn't speak, and looked down at his hands. Lydia withdrew her hands in a timely manner and picked up her teacup.

It has been more than a year since the car accident that changed the trajectory of his life. He once gave up everything for his hands, and after going through so much, Strange thought that he was no longer obsessed with treating his hands , Back to the past life.

But not.

Every inch of his hands was sore on rainy days, and even in the scorching heat it was still freezing cold, and he couldn't make them stop shaking, and he couldn't even shave with them.

This is his inner regret.

Therefore, when he heard Lydia's words, the heartbeat of the future supreme mage couldn't help but still jumped half a beat.

Looking at his expression, Lydia knew that she had succeeded. She had already considered how to negotiate with the magician last night, and even asked Coulson to give her a copy of Strange's medical records.

——Of course, she was actually curious about this medical record, but now she has used it.

Lydia showed a sincere smile to Strange, and began to fool people with a very sincere tone: "I am a mutant, but my ability is more for assistance, so I have a lot of respect for everyone who saves the world." Always with respect."

"I know what happened in HK that night." Lydia said the news that Coulson revealed to her yesterday. This SHIELD agent is really a good assistant. She almost thinks about buying him next time. Give him a discount for the photo, "You're a hero, Strange."

Strange looked at her without speaking.

Lydia looked straight into his eyes, and the sincerity in her voice was almost overflowing: "This is not a deal, I just want to heal you."

"Every hero deserves the best ending." Lydia lowered her voice, she looked at Strange, her voice sounded deceptive, "You shouldn't leave any regrets."

"I'm afraid you are talking about a fairy tale, Miss Morrison." Strange seemed to come to his senses suddenly, looked away and looked at the teacup on the table, "There is no best ending in the world. "

Lydia raised the corners of her mouth and showed a habitual smile. Her upper body leaned forward slightly, and her green eyes seemed to be burning with flames: "That's why you need me."