I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Strange was no longer surprised. He smiled miserably, raised his hands, and said to himself: "I knew it, I knew it. You have seen a person who is paralyzed like this and can still recover What? Even I can't do it, let alone others!"

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the black doctor, and he said inexplicably, "There really is one."

"What do you mean?" Strange looked at the doctor in surprise.

The black doctor recalled and said: "There was a patient with a work-related accident. His back was injured, his whole body was paralyzed, and one leg was completely scrapped. He was in pain all over while sitting on a chair. Six months ago, he gave up treatment in our hospital. When I saw him again, I thought he was dead."

"And then?" Strange asked earnestly.

The black doctor said with emotion: "Some time ago, I suddenly saw him, and he walked past me, just like a normal person."

"how can that be!"

Strange opened his eyes wide, as if grasping at the last straw, "Please, give me his information!"

The black doctor looked straight at Strange, and said in a deep voice: "You know, obtaining patient information is prohibited by the hospital. But in order to make you, a proud genius, admit your mistake, I'd be happy to make an exception this time!"

Chapter 470 Do You Believe In Magic?

Hospital inspection report.

Patient: Jonathan Pangborn.

Inspection date: December 2011, 12, inspection time: 03.

Etiology: industrial accident, high degree of paralysis, scrapped left leg, dislocation of bones...

Giving up treatment on January 2012, 1...

……

Strange spent the whole night in the hotel to read in detail the examination report of the man named 'Jonathan Pangborn'. No matter how much he hypothesized and deduced, he believed that he could not use neurosurgical techniques to treat it. its disease.

After all, the other party's paralysis was several times more serious than his own. If such a patient can really recover, it can only be described as a miracle.

"Since his body can be healed, then maybe my hands can still be saved..." Strange's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were full of hope and anticipation.

The next day, early in the morning.

Strange came to a basketball court next to a factory and found Jonathan, a severely paralyzed patient in the inspection report. He was playing basketball with a group of workers. Past traces of a paralyzed severely ill patient a year or two ago.

He is really healed;

Miracles do exist!

Strange stood outside the iron fence of the basketball court, and asked a passing worker to call Jonathan over from the basketball court.

Hearing that someone was looking for him, Jonathan came outside the basketball court with doubts. When he saw Strange, who looked down and down, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It's you, a famous neurosurgeon in New York. I?"

"You know me?" Strange was slightly confused.

With a slightly mocking tone, Jonathan said, "Yes, two years ago, but my family couldn't even get into your office, and they couldn't even pass the assistant's pass."

"That's because I can't heal you." Strange didn't care. He looked at Jonathan and said in a deep voice, "Jonathan Pangborn. Paralyzed, both hands too, and left leg severely disabled,"

"What do you want to do?" Jonathan turned his head a little uneasy, looked at the workers on the basketball court, and then glared at Strange. He didn't want others to know his special past.

Strange raised his bandaged palms, looked straight at Jonathan, and said sincerely, "You created a miracle out of despair, and now, I'm also trying to find my miracle."

Jonathan's heart trembled slightly, and he had to admit that he saw a shadow of himself in Strange.

The kind of life attitude that is in the dark and hopeless, but still looking for bright hope.

"Ok."

Jonathan let go of his grievances, took a few steps forward, and asked Strange, "Do you believe in magic?"

"Spell?"

Strange muttered to himself, he remembered that some time ago, a man had asked him a similar question.

Without waiting for his response, Jonathan continued: "I wanted to give up at the time, but I thought that only the brain was still functioning normally, so I wanted to exercise. I was studying with a group of mages and saints, sitting on a chair, Carried by strangers to meet the saint."

Strange became more confused the more he listened, but he still tried his best to write down everything Jonathan said.

"In the end, I found my mentor. I have also entered a new realm here, and my soul can be sublimated."

Jonathan pointed to his forehead and said with emotion: "Then, somehow..."

Strange took his unfinished words and said in disbelief: "Your body has healed?"

"Yes." Jonathan nodded, "There are still many mysteries in it, but my body is already recovered, and I don't have enough energy to stay and continue studying. Now that the miracle has happened, I decided to go home obediently."

Strange said eagerly, "Where is that place, please, tell me!"

Jonathan hesitated, and replied, "The place you are looking for is called Karma Taj."

After speaking, Jonathan turned around and returned to the basketball court.

"How much does it cost to get there?" Strange called, watching his back.

Jonathan took a few more steps to the basketball court, and finally turned around and said, "It's not a matter of how much money goes there, that's all, good luck."

Strange, who was on the spot, was in a daze. He looked down at his hands, and kept chanting: "Kama Taj, Karma Taj..."

Unnatural Office, Top Office.

Yu Tong reported softly to Kyle who was sitting on the office chair: "Boss. Strange used up his last savings and bought a plane ticket to Nepal. Ji's mystery lies."

Kyle closed his eyes and opened his eyes, smiled and said: "Well, look at his next good fortune. It's not something ordinary people can find there. Even if I came to the door specially, I would probably be rejected. But if it is him, there should be no question."

"You are so optimistic about that doctor?" Yu Tong asked in surprise.

Kyle smiled indifferently, and said inexplicably, "Yes. I even suspect that that person deliberately continued to live to the present era just to wait until Strange."

"Since we're both impatient with each other, let him take that step earlier!"

Kyle looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his meaningful eyes seemed to penetrate the space, and he was looking at someone on the other side of the earth.

What you don't want to do, I'll help you do it, now it's up to you to choose, Gu Yi.

In Nepal, somewhere inside a church covered by spells.

A bald woman sitting cross-legged on a cushion opened her eyes gently, and there seemed to be stars falling in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

"Master Gu Yi, what did you see?"

Mordo, a black man in a dark mage robe, had been standing by the side, seeing the woman open her eyes, he couldn't help asking respectfully.