Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

The stage of waiting for his injury was the most difficult time for Strange.

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

Every time he moved his finger, it was like severing dozens of nerves. The intense pain was accompanied by a burning sensation, which made Strange often lie on the hospital bed alone in the middle of the night and groan in a low voice.

Can't wait for the wound to heal completely, he couldn't wait to come up with a 'treatment plan'.

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

The top surgeon, who used to rule the fate of others, can now only lie in a hospital bed and let others rule his fate.

I have to say, this is a very funny thing.

...

In the months following the surgery, things did not improve.

It seems that this time, God no longer has pity on this genius, and abandoned his pride and talent.

He tried everything he could, but his request was ultimately rejected, because no top surgeon was willing to reduce the success rate of his surgery on a 'trash' like him.

Just like before, he treated those patients, leaving them in a corner, leaving them moldy and smelly.

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

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

Ding~

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

Strange hadn't shaved for several months, and was as sloppy and decadent as a homeless man on the street. With his usual high-spirited bearing, he huddled in the corner of the room, with countless wine bottles scattered around his feet.

"They rejected me..."

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

"Stephen, it's time to end." Palmer couldn't bear to be like this, and persuaded: "You've run out of money, it's time to stop, don't continue, okay?"

In the past few months, Strange has undergone several expensive surgeries in an attempt to restore the nerves in his fingers.

These operations have already emptied his family, if it was before, it might not matter.

But now, he has lost his identity as a surgeon, has no financial resources at all, let alone any savings, and has already borrowed all the loans he can get, like a desperate gambler who loses with red eyes.

"Oh, are you here to pity me?"

Strange's eyes were full of anger and depression, and his reason 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."

"More meaningful? 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 kind of eyes! Are you pity me? Christine, do you like tragic stories? Poor Stephen Strange, a wonderful charity, he finally needs me, a scum who can be saved by you, eh!!!"

When it came to the end, he was already roaring, and the living room seemed to be shaking.

The hurtful words pierced Palmer's heart like a sharp sword. She was completely disappointed with this man, and finally gave him a deep look and said softly, "Goodbye, Stephen. "

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

Watching Palmer leaving, Strange felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't speak to hold back.

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

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

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

It was marked with secret information. I don't know how Christine got this document.

"Kili'an... Daxu?"

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

There are some supernatural events recorded in it, such as monsters that ordinary people can't see, which are collectively referred to as 'Xu', and the huge monster he saw that day was named 'Great Void Kylian' by S.H.I.E.L.D. Evil monster.

The guy who slaughtered these monsters was called "Death" by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is said to be a powerful organization with extraordinary power that exists in the form of a soul, and has always guarded human society behind it.

Unfortunately, he happened to bump into Da Xu that day, and he was lucky to have a life left.

In addition, he also found a document.

A patient whose spine was completely fractured but recovered inexplicably was a special case that Palmer had worked so hard to find, hoping to give him courage, but now...

Strange's face was bitter, and he failed Palmer's good intentions.

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, Kristen Palmer!"

...

Nepal, Kamandudu.

Strange, who was full of stubble, stood in the market at a loss.

From the mouth of the special patient, he learned of a magical place, a sacred place called 'Karma Taj', where he uses the power of the mind to control the body, perhaps even his hands.

Strange, who was at the end of his life, sold all his assets in exchange for a ticket to Kamandudu.

Now he has no refund. If he can't find Kama Taj, he won't even have the money to go back.

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

A temple complex with a long history and ancient fragrance.

"The person you are looking for will be waiting for you there."

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a face of vicissitudes. He was a middle-aged black man. He slowly pointed to a room and said, "I will give you some advice before entering, and forget everything you know."

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

In the corner, cigarettes were floating in a copper stove, exuding a refreshing aroma, as if the soul was clear.

Behind the wooden window, there was a living room-style room, and the black man did not follow, signaling him to go in alone.

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

A bald young woman ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is sitting in front of an antique tea table, looking at him with a smile.

And in front of the tea table directly opposite her, there was a strange person sitting, 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 the strange person and said cautiously, "Thank you, Master Gu Yi, who is willing to see me."

"Oh, it seems that I guessed right."

Lorde glanced at Gu Yi with a half-smile, and said lightly, "If you lose, don't forget to promise me. Besides, she is Gu Yi."

The corner of Strange's mouth twitched, and he turned his head along the man's fingers. The bald mage still smiled: "It's true that I lost. I'll borrow you to read the book of Emperor Weishan for a few days."

After speaking, Gu Yi slowly got up, his deep eyes were like a galaxy, and said, "Introduce me, I am Master Gu Yi."

"You... hello, I'm..." Strange was a little nervous and didn't speak very neatly.

"I know, your name is Stephen Strange, surgeon."

Gu Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, as if pouring beans into a bamboo tube, he told his information one by one.

Until the end, Strange's eyes were weird, even a little scary.

He is now a little doubtful whether he has been deceived and fell into a scam set up by someone.

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