Chapter 466： Dr. Strange

Chapter 466 Dr. Strange

Strange is a neurosurgeon who saves the wounded.

Yes, save the dead and help, even he himself thinks so.

Although he was only in his thirties, the doctor had only a decade of inauguration, but he could talk about neurosurgery. Strange could confidently say that if he was only second in New York, then no surgeon would dare to call New York first.

Strange is undoubtedly a superior and conceited genius. Ten years ago, he not only used the neurosurgery technology to become famous in the medical field, but also got a lot of shares in the surgical hospital, becoming a young and talented surgeon. Shareholders.

Now, Stranch has no longer cares about the cost of medical care. He only cares about the next patient who is suffering from the disease. Is there any surgical incurable disease that other doctors can't break, and then challenge the disease with extraordinary neuro-healing techniques? Suffering.

This morning.

Strange took a Chevrolet A8, one of his cars, and drove past the main road to the private surgical hospital in downtown New York to prepare the surgeon's daily work.

Just at the main entrance of the surgical hospital, Stranch accidentally found that the front of the hospital was filled with media personnel, so many local police came to maintain the order with the hospital's guards, blocking the want to enter Media reporter in the hospital building.

"Except for patients living in hospitals, or related family members, and hospital nurses, the rest of the staff are not allowed to enter the hospital building!" The guard's captain wiped the sweat from his face, holding a megaphone in his hand and shouting loudly toward the crowd. caveat.

A group of media personnel glimpsed, and then shouted more hard:

"I am a patient! Let me go to the emergency department!"

"I am sick! I am sick too!"

Strange rushed into the crowd, and the guard's captain recognized him and hurriedly pulled Stranch out of the crowd.

"Captain Philip, these media, what is it?" Strange asked in a fog.

"Doctor Strange, you know when you go in." The guard's captain smiled at Stranch, and then continued to work hard against the media reporters, so as not to be emotionally excited to go in and interfere with the recuperation.

Strange could only come to the hospital building with a doubt, and came to the reception hall on the first floor. His female colleague, Dr. Kristen Palmer, stepped forward. Walking with his arm to the elevator, "Come with me, the dean, the chairman can wait for you!"

Stranch followed the run and couldn't help but ask: "What happened to the doctor inside the hospital, wouldn't it be a major medical problem? So anxious, it's not like you."

"Our hospital was acquired! Can you not worry?" Christine was not angry.

"What are you talking about?" Strange stopped.

In the employee-only elevator that rises to the high-level conference hall.

Strange's face was tight, calm thinking, and said: "No! Even if the hospital is acquired, in accordance with the provisions of the treaty, it should also convene a general meeting of shareholders, and gradually make a voting decision. After all, this is a big event."

Christine shrugged and said: "Because of the identity of the acquirer, and the price given, the major shareholder did not reject the truth, so he agreed to make his own claim. Now the other person, the dean, the shareholders, I am signing a contract in the conference room. The dean asks me to wait for you downstairs. When you arrive, you will be taken directly to the conference hall."

"How do we say that our hospital can also be ranked in the top three in New York City, and it is the only private surgical hospital! It is so sloppy... What is the other party?" Stranch wondered again, and could not think of it. A complete answer.

"I just said that I am not calm enough. You don't know when you go to the conference hall." Christine sold a pass and said with a sigh of relief: "If you let me describe it, the other party is... the ceiling."

ceiling? What is this adjective?

Strange's own genius is arrogant, so that he can not help but think of the other side.

When Christine took Stranch to the conference hall corridor, the door of the conference hall suddenly opened, the old hospital president walked in the forefront, and there were more than a dozen shareholder directors, all of whom bent attentively. The stars are surrounded by a man and a woman.

"Christine, what the other person you said, is it..."

Strange stayed at the pace, and opened his mouth. Even if there were no people surrounded by the foil, the man and the woman were equally eye-catching. The young and handsome man, the elegant woman, the two could not move their eyes when they walked together. .

Peace symbol Kyle Carr, chairman of the non-natural office Yu Yu·Karl.

Is this not the ceiling?

A ceiling that represents all industries, achievements, money, and rights, etc.!

The hospital dean apparently saw Strange, and quickly stepped forward, pulling him whispered: "Stronic, you are too slow, the contract has been signed, wait for you to add a signature. It is."

Not waiting for Strange's response, the old dean took Strange and turned to Kyle and Yu Yan, introducing: "Mr. Kyle, Miss Rain, this is the best neurosurgeon in our hospital. - Stephen Strange, one of the hospital's shareholders."

"Oh?"

Kyle smiled lightly. He wore a short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and a pair of slacks on his lower body. The tall and strong perfect body, gentle and calm domineering temperament, let the shareholders who are on the side of the beer belly consciously maintain a certain distance.

To know.

Peace symbol Kyle in the Second World War, but the devil kills the gods, and now the status is even more ridiculous, even if his own performance is easygoing, no one dares to really accompany it.

Just what the people on the field didn't expect was that Kyle suddenly stepped forward and extended his left hand to Stranch. "Doctor Strange is it? Hello."

Not only did the others stunned, but Stranch also stumbled, but fortunately Christine pushed him, and Stranch was flattered and held with Kyle.

In the face of the living legends of New York, what genius, what conceit, all are gone.

Because the other party is the most genius.

"Stronch, you are a surgeon."

Kelpin looked at Strange and didn't immediately let go, but whispered softly, "Do you believe in ghosts, or is it the soul?"

Stranch didn't expect the peace symbol to take the initiative to shake hands, but he did not expect that he would suddenly ask such a question.

From a moment of silence, Strange finally strengthened his inner thoughts and took a deep breath. He shook his head and said: "I am a materialist who only believes in science and knowledge. How can the so-called spells and souls save those heavy weights? Suffering from the patient?"

"Strange!" The old dean was in a hurry, for fear that Strange would accidentally hit Kyle.

Kyle did not have any dissatisfaction, his mouth was gently raised, his hand snapped down Strange's shoulder and smiled: "Excessively believe in science, isn't it superstition? Dr. Strange, I hope we will meet you next time, you I can say the same answer."

Finish this sentence.

Kyle didn't stop again, leaving the rain with the secretary's dress, leaving Strange to stay in the same place.

(End of this chapter)