The Cycle of Worlds Begins with Naruto

"So Strange can no longer be a doctor?" The black doctor seemed to be thinking about something, but at least he needed more news about Strange.

"He probably can't be a doctor anymore. He should have spent all his savings on several surgeries at that time. Of course, this is what I heard from others, and I can't be 100% sure."

The nurse patiently answered the black doctor's questions. It was not that the nurse was very enthusiastic, but mainly because the black doctor was also a surgeon in the neurology department. Although his medical skills were still not as good as Strange's at the time, he was also a relatively powerful neurosurgeon in New York Hospital.

Christine's get off work time was half an hour away, but the black doctor still wanted to make some efforts. It would be better if he could catch Christine in front of Strange.

Although there was some ambiguous relationship between the two, they were now in the same department and were closer.

When the black doctor entered the department's office, he found Christine cleaning an old vase and preparing to put Strange's flowers in the vase.

"Christine, was the man before your former colleague?" The black doctor deliberately said he was a colleague, wanting to observe Christine's reaction.

"Yes, Strange used to be one of the best neurosurgeons in the United States." Christine talked about Strange's medical skills as if it was yesterday.

"I heard that he can no longer be a doctor? Are his hands disabled?"

When the black doctor mentioned the word disabled, his tone became heavier, as if to remind Christine that Strange is no longer the famous neurosurgeon, but just a "disabled person".

However, when Christine heard the word disabled, her good impression of the black doctor plummeted, "I'm sorry, this is my personal matter, and it seems to have nothing to do with you."

When Christine heard the doctor slander Strange, her attitude immediately became cold.

The black doctor felt bad when he saw Christine's appearance, and sure enough, the usually kind Christine immediately said some more heartless words.

"I don't mean to mock Strange. I just think that such a person is not worthy of you. After all, you are a doctor in New York Hospital. You are the pyramid of the high-income class in the United States. He should be bankrupt now, right? I heard from others that he has been bankrupt for a long time..."

The black doctor wanted to continue to explain, but Christine was already cold as ice at this time.

"Sorry, I reiterate again, this is my personal matter, and it has nothing to do with the work of the hospital. As for whether Strange is bankrupt, it is not your turn to worry."

After saying that, Christine glanced at her watch and found that it was time for the handover. She closed her notebook and started to pack up.

Not long after, Christine simply put on light makeup in the bathroom and met Strange who was waiting in the hospital lounge.

"You look very beautiful today." Strange couldn't help but praise Christine when he saw her light makeup.

"You have become Strange. You couldn't say such sweet words before." Christine teased.

"No, no, no, I only said it in my heart before, but now I just say it with my mouth. I have never changed." Strange is much bolder now than before.

After all, he has experienced life and death several times, and has successfully survived the crisis of the destruction of the earth, not to mention a simple confession.

"Really? Then why didn't you say it before?"

"Maybe I know what I want better now? Come with me first." Strange directly took Christine's hand, and Christine did not mean to refuse. The two walked out of the hospital together and found an unfamiliar dead end.

"What do you mean by taking me to a dead end, Strange?" Christine was a little confused. Since she followed Strange out, she naturally believed in Strange, but she did not expect Strange to take Christine directly to a dead end.

"Wait a minute, I'll take you to see the sunset in San Francisco."

"Sunset in San Francisco? It's too late to go to the airport now, right? And I have to go to work tomorrow, I can't be absent without reason~"

Christine was a little confused. After all, although watching the sunset in San Francisco sounds good, it is obvious that the distance is the biggest obstacle.

"It seems that you don't remember it. It doesn't matter. I can take you to San Francisco right away." Then Strange opened a portal in the dead end, and the location of the teleportation was exactly San Francisco.

"This... this is real?” When Christine saw the portal again, she still couldn’t believe it was real.

“Of course it’s real!” Strange pulled Christine across the portal and came to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco.

“After we get on the bridge, there will be the best sunset. Of course, I also prepared a little General Tso’s chicken. We can enjoy the sunset and a little food at the same time.”

The two of them looked at the sunset that had already sunk halfway into the horizon. At the perfect moment, they hugged and kissed each other. Even Strange’s hands began to touch Christine’s flat buttocks, and the other palm climbed up to the double peaks on Christine’s chest.

“What are you doing!” Christine shyly opened Strange’s hands, but a long kiss was still necessary.

“So now we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend?” Strange asked in a very unpleasant way.

“We have kissed, and you even touched me, and now you still ask if we are a couple? Believe it or not, I will call 911 and sue you for indecency! "Christine was speechless by Strange's straight question.

"Then I feel relieved."

"Why are you so bold today?"

"I just suddenly realized that life is short and fleeting. If I can't grasp what I want to grasp, I may get nothing in the end." Strange suddenly sighed.

"Why are you so sad? We have known each other for more than one or two years. Why did you confess to me today?" Christine looked at Strange's horse face with affection.

"I used to think that I could grasp everything, but this time I finally figured it out. That was just my narrow-minded thinking. In fact, sometimes we can't grasp anything. I just think you are so beautiful. I figured it out. I must tell you that it doesn't matter if I confess to you and fail. "