[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

In the operating room, the chief surgeon in a sterile surgical gown lowered his eyebrows and was operating on patients on the operating bed.

Outside the operating room and in the observation room, a group of doctors held notebooks in their hands, and while they were looking at them, they quickly recorded in the notebooks.

Brody was also among this group of people. He also held a notebook in his hand. Several pages had been recorded in the blank notebook, but occasionally his eyes could not help but fall to the feet of the chief surgeon.

During the whole process, the left leg seemed to be echoing something, the toes were raised and lowered, very rhythmic.

This was the first time Brody knew that a doctor would listen to music while performing an operation.

His gaze moved up and landed on the doctor's face, which was covered by the mask from the bridge of the nose down, but he could feel a sense of ease from the chief surgeon.

Brody looked around at the other people in the operating room who were assisting the chief surgeon, and there were smiles in their eyes.

He felt that he probably understood something.

When a person is talented enough and has enough authority in his professional field, he can take everything for granted and bring confidence to those around him.

just like……

Although the situation is different, it is a bit like Batman and Superman. They all use their actions to bring courage or a sense of security to those around them.

The operation was over in half an hour.

The doctor who walked out of the operating room had already taken off his surgical gown, and his slightly curly hair was exposed. He was humming a song while walking forward until he saw a young man standing in the corridor, and suddenly stopped .

"Hello."

The young man stretched out his hand, "I'm Brody Wayne, I don't know Lucius—"

"He told me."

The doctor interrupted him, he scanned the young man up and down, and suddenly stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

This sentence was spoken so endlessly that it was easy for people to not understand what he was asking for.

But Brody noticed that the other party said this sentence after looking at the notebook in his hand.

So he tentatively handed out the notebook in his hand.

His guess was right.

In the next second, the notebook was taken by the other party, and then flipped over quickly.

Brody was a little nervous. Although he had already passed the exam in the system space - he even got a skill - and even had an operation in a simulated environment, after all, he had just been in contact with him for a short time, so he knew very well the difference between himself and the person in front of him. gap.

This made him very concerned about each other's every move and expression changes.

Opening the notebook, the doctor raised his brows slightly after seeing the full but not chaotic content recorded on it.

After watching for less than half a minute, the doctor threw the notebook back into the young man's arms.

"Dr. Strange, I..."

For a while, Brody still didn't finish his sentence, because Strange stepped past him, and only left one sentence:

"Follow."

Brody: "..."

Strange walked very fast, especially when he still had a pair of long legs. He looked straight ahead and heard the young man's voice behind him, "Wait, I..."

Strange: "What are the principles of management of an open head injury?"

Brody paused what he was going to say, and although he was a little helpless, he still answered the answer to this question.

correct answer.

So Strange continued to ask questions, without looking back the whole time.

Brody never answered wrongly, but every time he finished answering, he tried to call Strange to stop and say something.

Of course, each time was interrupted by the opponent.

Finally Brody gave up on his own.

When Strange heard that the young man gave the correct answer to the question he asked again, and finally stopped saying something obviously meaningless, Strange raised his brows and showed a somewhat satisfied smile.

He interrupted on purpose, every time.

Because he didn't have time to listen to nonsense, he had to know this person's level and whether it was necessary to waste his time.

And Strange came to the conclusion that although the young man was a bit annoying - always trying to say something meaningless - he was indeed not the kind of guy who didn't understand anything as he thought.

He still had doubts about what Lucius had said to him, though.

After all, there are many people who have good theoretical knowledge but poor hands-on skills.

While thinking, Strange casually asked another question.

But this time he did not hear the voice of the young man answering.

He waited for a few seconds, but he still didn't get an answer from the young man, except for the conversation around him, the groaning of the patient, or the sound of the roller sliding on the floor, which immediately changed his somewhat satisfied thoughts. .

Is it just this level?

Strange's expression became indifferent, he turned around, and when he was about to say something, he froze.

Huh... Where are people?

One minute later, when Strange looked at the young man who finally appeared in his sight and walked slowly, his brows were raised extremely high.

Brody saw Dr. Strange crossing his arms and looking at himself with a very subtle expression.

Strange: "I thought you got lost in the hospital, Mr. Wayne."

Brody touched his nose with his hand and coughed dryly: "Of course not, I just——Actually, I wanted to tell you before, Dr. Strange, I can't keep up with your pace."

"I thought your legs were not much shorter than mine." Strange said.

His voice was low and magnetic, and when he said this, the corners of his mouth even rose a little, but the smile was obviously not kind, and there was a sarcasm of "what a rotten reason this is".

Brody: "My body..."

He thought about his words, and said slowly, "Although it may sound like an excuse, it is true that I walk a little slower than ordinary people because of physical reasons."

"Oh?"

Strange: "With all due respect, Mr. Wayne, you don't look sick."

"Actually, this is not an important matter," Brody wanted to skip the topic, "Dr. Strange, Lucius told me that you are the best group of doctors he knows, he I think I should come and learn from you."

On the contrary, Strange was a little interested by his attitude, and there was interest in his eyes.

For Strange, the more complicated and difficult the case, the more challenging he was**, which made him swallow the words he originally planned to refuse, and said instead: "Come with me."

This time, Strange's walking speed slowed down.

He kept watching Brody from the corner of his eyes. As a doctor, his professionalism and sensitivity made him feel that Brody was different from ordinary people when he walked.

The swing of the pelvis is much smaller, and there will be a slight pause when the toes are exerting force. If you don't observe carefully and continuously, you can hardly see this.

The interest in Strange's eyes grew stronger.

Considering that the other party was not his patient, and that Wayne Enterprises had sponsored several expensive and effective medical equipment to the hospital before, Strange didn't try to speak directly.

Like you go check your head or something.

Facing the things he was interested in, Strange was patient enough, and his attitude was not as perfunctory as before.

After talking for a while, Brody felt that he had learned a lot. Lucius was right. Dr. Strange's professional level was unquestionable.

To him, Strange's arrogant tone was nothing, after all, someone he knew also looked like this.

"About the suboccipital craniotomy—"

Strange looked up at his watch, stood up suddenly, and before leaving the office, he looked at Brody: "Together?"

After Brody followed, he realized that it was a ward round.

This is actually not a pleasant thing, and Brody realized it after following him for a few wards.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the patients Dr. Strange examined were all suffering from illnesses. They were pale, emaciated, with pain on their faces, and they could even speak out of breath, making people look at them. The mood will become heavy.

Except for the last ward.

Brody noticed that the ward was very quiet, and there was an old lady lying on the bed, but she didn't have that painful expression on her face, and her expression was much calmer.

Strange stepped forward, "How are you feeling today, Ms. Carter?"

Brody looked at the foot of the hospital bed, where the basic information of the patient was pasted, so he knew that the woman's full name was Peggy Carter.

"Well, it's okay," Ms. Carter's voice was a little weak, her eyes fell on the window, drifted away, and she smiled slightly, "I think I can probably watch the sun rise a few more times."

Brody stood at the door, and he noticed that Strange had a different expression when facing this lady, as if...he respected this lady very much.

The rounds didn't last long.

Strange came out, hung his pen on his coat pocket, looked at Brody, "Let's go."

His voice was deliberately lowered, as if he didn't want to disturb Ms. Carter who had closed her eyes and rested behind her.

It wasn't until the two of them left the ward for a certain distance that his voice returned to its original volume. Like the previous rounds, he talked about the patient's illness. After he finished speaking, he would stare sideways at Bu Lodi.

Brody knew that this was Strange's investigation of himself, so every time he would try to combine what he had learned to come up with solutions to these diseases.

These plans are naturally not mature, but at least they are qualified.

This time it was a bit different, Brody's eyes widened slightly after Strange told about the lady's situation.

"Her physical condition—"

"Her body is so old and has so many complications that one wonders how she has held on."

Strange: "But she persisted in this body for more than a year."

When Brody said goodbye to Strange and left, he was still thinking about that Ms. Carter, probably because the other party was clearly suffering from physical pain, but showed a calm look.

Especially when Ms. Carter looked out the window and said that, it was like—

It's like waiting for something.

Just at this moment, a man wearing a sports cap brushed past him.

Brody's footsteps stopped, his face still maintained a thoughtful expression, but his pupils shrank slightly.

System: "Energy fluctuation detected."

"Consistent with the energy fluctuations in Bruce Wayne."