A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 935 Visiting Karma Taj

The stage of waiting for his recovery is the most difficult time for Strange.

Inside the plaster-wrapped palm, it was like thousands of ants swimming under the flesh, gnawing at the nerve tissue bit by bit.

Every time I moved my fingers, it felt like I had broken dozens of nerves. The intense pain accompanied by the burning sensation made Strange often gritted his teeth and groaned in a low voice while lying alone on the hospital bed in the middle of the night.

Unable to wait for the wound to heal completely, he impatiently proposed a 'treatment plan'.

It was a very expensive operation with only a slight possibility, but even this slight possibility was the only hope to save Strange, who seemed to be drowning.

The top surgeon who used to control the fate of others can only lie on the hospital bed and let others control his fate.

Have to say, this is a very ridiculous thing.

...

In the months after surgery, the condition did not improve.

It seems that this time, God no longer takes pity on this genius, and abandons his pride and talent like shoes.

He tried everything he could, but in the end all his requests were rejected, because no top surgeon was willing to reduce his success rate of surgery on a 'waste' like him.

Just as he had done with those patients before, he discarded them in a corner and let them stink and musty.

A former surgical genius finally fell from heaven to abyss, smashed to pieces.

No one cares anymore, like a wounded beast, hiding alone in the corner, wantonly venting his anger.

Hey~

The door of the apartment was pushed open, and a beautiful figure walked in slowly.

Strange hadn't shaved for several months, and he was as slovenly and decadent as a homeless man on the street. He huddled in the corner of the room with his no-nonsense demeanor, with countless wine bottles scattered around his feet.

"They turned me down..."

Strange's eyes were stiff, like a walking dead, and he kept repeating in his mouth.

"Stephen, it's time to end." Palmer couldn't bear him to become like this, and persuaded: "You have no money, it's time to stop, don't continue, okay?"

Over the past few months, Strange underwent several costly surgeries in an attempt to restore the nerves in his fingers.

These operations have already emptied his family, if it was before, maybe it doesn't matter.

But now, he has lost his identity as a surgeon, has no source of income at all, let alone any deposits, and has exhausted all available loans, like a hopeless gambler.

"Oh, are you here to take pity on me?"

Strange's eyes were full of rage and depression, and his rationality was completely overwhelmed by negative emotions.

"Stephen, even if you lose your job, you still have a life." Palmer looked at him distressedly, and said, "This is not the end, there are other things that can make your life more meaningful."

"Makes more sense? Do you?"

Strange seemed to have found an outlet, and poured out the accumulated negative emotions in one breath: "Don't look at me with that look! Are you pitying me? Christine, do you like tragic stories? Poor Stephen Strange, a perfect charity recipient, he finally needs me, a scum that you can save, right!!!"

In the end, he was already roaring so loudly that the shaking living room seemed to be trembling.

The hurtful words pierced Palmer's heart like sharp swords, she was completely disappointed in this man, and finally took a deep look at him, and said softly: "Goodbye, Stephen. "

She picked up her bag, put down a stack of documents, and left silently.

Staring at Palmer who left, Strange felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't speak to persuade him to stay.

Maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's...that little bit of pride left.

Strange slumped on the ground decadently, staring at the living room with absent-minded eyes. After a long time, he crawled to the side of the document and slowly tore off the seal of the document with trembling hands.

A black eagle pattern is printed on the top page of the document.

It was marked with secret information. I don't know what method Christine used to obtain this document.

谷牷

"Killian... Daxu?"

Strange opened the file, as if seeing a new world.

It records some supernatural events, such as monsters that ordinary people cannot see, are collectively referred to as "virtual", and the huge monster he saw that day was named "Great Void Killian" by S.H.I.E.L.D. Evil monster.

The guy who crusades against these monsters is called 'Reaper' by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is said that it is a powerful organization that exists in the form of a soul and has extraordinary power, and has been guarding human society behind its back.

Unfortunately, he happened to run into Daxu that day, and he was lucky to survive.

Among other things, he found a document.

A patient whose spine was completely broken but recovered inexplicably is a special case that Palmer found through hard work, hoping to give him courage, but now...

Strange looked bitter, he failed Palmer's kindness.

But then, his eyes were firm again: "Since this person can recover, so can I. After I recover my hands, I will come to you to apologize, Christine Palmer!"

...

Nepal, Kamandu.

The bearded Strange stood in the market in a daze.

From the mouth of that special patient, he learned of a magical place, a sacred place called 'Kama Taj', where he can control the body with the power of the mind, perhaps even his hands.

Strange, who was at the end of his rope, sold all his assets in exchange for a plane ticket to Kamandu.

Now he has nothing to return, and if he can't find Karma Taj, he won't even have the money to go back.

After going through untold hardships, he was beaten by gangsters on the way and almost snatched the last watch left by Palmer. Under the leadership of the mysterious man in black, he finally found the legendary Kama Taj.

A complex of ancient temples with a long history.

"The person you are looking for is waiting for you there."

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a vicissitudes of life. He was a middle-aged black man. He slowly pointed to a certain room and said, "I will give you some advice before going in. Forget everything you didn't know."

The style of the room is very simple, as if it has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

In the corner, cigarettes are floating in a copper stove, exuding a refreshing aroma, smelling as if the soul is clear.

Behind the wooden window was a living-room-style room, and the black man didn't follow, signaling him to go in alone.

Strange hesitated for a moment, then walked into the room slowly, and looked around.

A bald young woman, sitting in front of an antique tea table, was looking at him with a smile.

And in front of the tea table directly opposite her, sat a strange person, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

After hesitating again and again, Strange walked up to that weird person, and said cautiously, "Thank you, Mage Ancient One, for willing to see me."

"Oh, it seems that I guessed right."

Lord looked at Gu Yi with a half-smile, and said lightly: "You lose, don't forget to promise me, and she is Gu Yi."

The corner of Strange's mouth twitched, and he turned his head along the man's finger. The bald mage still smiled: "It is true that I lost, and I will lend you the book of Weishandi for a few days."

After saying that, Gu Yi stood up slowly, his eyes were as deep as stars, and he said, "Let me introduce you, I am Master Gu Yi."

"You.....Hello, I'm..." Strange was a little nervous, and he couldn't speak very fluently.

"I know. Your name is Stephen Strange, the surgeon."

Gu Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he poured out his information one by one like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Until the end, Strange's eyes were strange, even a little frightening.

He was a little suspicious now, whether he had been deceived into a trap set by someone.