The man with short hair looked quite young, probably not over forty years old. After lifting the hood of the black-green cloak, Stephen Strange saw a long scar protruding from the man's forehead, which had become dark due to sun exposure and labor. "Are you looking for Kama Taj?" Seeing Stephen Strange just nodding his head stupidly, the stranger asked again. At the same time he pressed the sole of his shoe on the punk's fingers, showed them the pistol behind his cloak, and warned them not to open their mouths, "If so, tell me, and speak in English."
At this moment, the adrenaline slowly faded away, and Stephen Strange's breathing gradually became calmer.
Has this person been following him? Did he hear himself asking about Karma Taj?
Before Stephen Strange could express his doubts, the stranger walked forward on his own, leaving the wailing bastard behind. Stephen Strange looked back and saw that those gangsters ran out of the dark alley without even having time to put away the daggers that fell on the ground. They didn't even think of saying harsh words. Stephen Strange held his aching arm and followed the stranger for a long time in the winding streets of Kathmandu. During this time, Stephen Strange always tried to ask questions, but the stranger did not respond. ——They passed many dilapidated temples and squeezed into the crowds again. The stench emanating from the poor people and the streets was already quite familiar to Stephen Strange. He even knew this road. He had passed by it more than once in the past few days. He even wandered around the square and used his own words to describe it. I bought local food with the only money I had left, and then returned to the hotel and had diarrhea.
Finally the stranger stopped beside a wooden door in a brick wall.
"This is it? Are you looking for the right place?" Stephen Strange asked. He looked back at the temple he passed before, "That place looks more like... Kama Taj."
Saint Mi looked directly into Stephen Strange's eyes with a serious face, as if his nature was as hard as steel. "I've been in the same position before and asked the same questions, with the same lack of respect... Can I give you some advice?"
Stephen Strange nodded. He could only nod, that was the only reason he came to Kathmandu.
“Forget everything you think you know.”
"Okay, I understand," was all Stephen Strange could say. "It's all a lie." He thought to himself, "But what can I do? I need an answer, an answer that can cure me. Even if the other person says that they are worshiping garter angels here, I can still nod in agreement. ."
"There is indeed a garter angel here." The solemn atmosphere deliberately created by the savior was broken, and he said helplessly, "There is a car here with a license plate that is even a transparent pajamas."
"What? You can read minds?"
"Get in!"
Stephen Strange was ignorantly pushed into the door that opened at an unknown time, and then he saw a man who looked very similar to him. The man was wearing a robe similar to that of his savior, and his face was also full of surprise. However, before Stephen Strange could take a few more glances, the stranger pushed him and continued walking in, past the statues and swept Spotless square. Unable to resist, he was led by a stranger into a room lit with incense. The slanted sunset light shone in through the hollow flower wall, reflecting mottled patterns on the wooden floor. "This is the temple of our mentor, the Supreme Mage Ancient One." The savior said, "Keep quiet here."
"Ancient One?" Stephen Strange had not yet recovered from his fright, "What is his real name?"
The man just looked at him quietly. The savior ignored Stephen Strange's questions, but took out the pistol tucked behind his waist and handed it to a mystic in the room. Stephen Strange took a few more steps indoors, and saw an older Asian man sitting on a chair. Stephen Strange nodded to him.
"Thank you...oh!" Two women appeared out of thin air and helped him take off his heavy coat. "Okay, that's not bad." He thanked him dazedly, and then took a sip of tea, "Thank you, hello!"
A woman in a moon-white robe with a shaved head handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you." Stephen Strange thanked him again, then turned to the sitting Asian man, "Thank you, Ancient One, for being willing to meet me."
"You're welcome." The Supreme Mage suppressed a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his mischief.
Stephen Strange looked at his savior with confusion. "This is Ancient One." The stranger rolled his eyes helplessly, "You have the wrong person."
"Master Modu, thank you for your hard work." Master Supreme said to Modu. "Thank you too, Master Hamil. Mr. Strange..."
"It should be Doctor Strange." The overly sweet tea revived the hungry Stephen Strange, and he emphasized again. "I am a doctor."
"I guess you are no longer a doctor." The Supreme Mage smiled and said to him, "Isn't this why you came here? How many operations have you had. Seven or eight?"
"How did she know?" An ominous premonition came to mind, and Stephen Strange felt like he had fallen into a trap. A trap set by the physical therapist, Jonathan Pangborn and some criminal organization. However, he still did not choose to turn around and leave. After all, he spent everything to find Kama Taj. "Seven times," said Stephen Strange. "The eighth time was rejected."
The Supreme Mage walked to a low table and began to make tea by himself. Stephen Strange held back and asked straight to the point, "Did you heal a man named Jonathan Pangborn before? He was paralyzed at the time."
"To a certain extent, yes," the Sorcerer Supreme said. Mordo stood a few feet away with a cold face, staring at Stephen Strange intently, as if he was afraid that he would make some inappropriate move to offend the venerable.
"You made him walk again!"
"Yes." The Supreme Mage replied with a smile.
"This is impossible!" Stephen Strange said, "How did you cure the complete damage to the spinal cord caused by damage to the c7 and c8 nerve roots?"
"Oh, I didn't cure him." The Supreme Mage sounded as if Stephen Strange was a stupid guy. "He couldn't walk. I just convinced him to believe that he could walk."
"You're not talking about physical and mental treatment, are you?" Stephen Strange looked at the Supreme Mage dubiously. uuReading and watching movies, Jonathan Pangborn's spinal cord injury was extremely serious. He has never believed in alternative therapies such as crystal therapy, homeopathy, aromatherapy, and bioresonance. Jonathan Pangborn's nerve damage is definitely not something that can be cured by pseudoscience. It can definitely be completely cured by some advanced technology such as stem cell cultivation. .
"When you reattach a damaged nerve, do you let it heal, or does your body let it heal?"
"It's cells." Stephen Strange answered the Sorcerer Supreme's question.
"Cells repair themselves in specific ways. So what if I told you that the body can be persuaded to repair itself in a variety of ways?"
"You mean cell regeneration?" Stephen Strange became excited. "This is very cutting-edge medical technology. Is that why you work here? There is no supervision by a medical committee and no constraints of scientific ethics." He wanted to visit the laboratory here and read about the research on cell regeneration. paper, at this moment he understood everything why everyone who told him about it was lying, because this research violated the current laws of many countries. After all, many aspects of cell regeneration involve stem cell cultivation, and The most convenient way to obtain human stem cells is to use fertilized human eggs, which certainly violates many people's ethical concepts.
"So you have developed a method that allows nerve cells to restore themselves?" Stephen Strange is looking forward to the answer. After all, this is a Nobel Prize-level scientific research result. ""What step has your treatment taken? Already?
"No, Mr. Strange." The Mage Supreme suddenly became serious, "I know how to better guide the spirit to heal the body."
