Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 315 Strange's Lucky Break: Precise Hand-Severing Service

Master Wang looked completely bewildered: "Dayun Heavy Truck?"

"Will that kid survive?"

However, His Holiness must have had a deeper meaning in doing this.

Master Wang obediently agreed:
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away."

In fact, he had already been silently mourning for Strange for three minutes.

He was hit and thrown into the air by a heavy truck; it's uncertain whether this guy will survive.

While taking notes, Master Wang muttered to himself.

If anyone dares to offend the Sorcerer Supreme in the future, Kaecilius will serve as a cautionary tale, and Strange will be a ready-made example.

Not only will you be wanted and hunted down, but you'll also be hit by a heavy truck...

Roger watched Master Wang's departing figure and nodded in satisfaction.

He gently stroked his chin, a hint of fatherly affection flashing in his eyes.

"How can a young person grow into a true mage without experiencing some heavy blows?"

After saying that, he turned and went into the secret room to study how to use the Space Stone to create a super weapon.

As for Strange...

Let him get used to what it means to be loved by Kamar-Taj.

……

As an outstanding neurosurgeon, Strange was renowned.

He is not only highly skilled and meticulous, but also has a kind heart that yearns for money.

In the medical community, he is hailed as God's gift to the surgical field.

If God were to undergo surgery, he would at best be able to draw with Strange.

They lived a very happy life.

Perhaps it's because these ordinary, beautiful days are too dazzling.

And so, on that rainy night on the overpass, Strange awaited his moment of great fortune.

He got lucky.

Unfortunately, this great fortune is not the same as that great fortune.

It's not the kind of incredible luck like finding a wallet, winning the lottery, or inheriting a fortune.

Instead, it was a Dayun heavy truck with a body emitting an eerie black light.

Strange only remembered that he had just finished get off work and was about to go home to continue studying his stock charts when suddenly two dazzling high beams shone directly in front of him.

next second.

boom!
His sports car was violently flung into the air.

The car performed a beautiful 360-degree side flip, accompanied by a deafening metallic twisting sound, before plummeting off the overpass.

Before the sports car flew off the road, Strange's last thought was:

"Could it be that some enemy has come knocking on our door?"

After all, as a well-known doctor, Strange has offended people before.

To ensure the success rate of the surgery, he refused many patients who were certain to die.

While most patients' families are understanding of his difficulties, some are... rather unreasonable.

Especially some gangsters.

If you're already involved in organized crime, why bother with reason? You've wasted your time.

They only talk about physics.

As the sports car crashed, in addition to the severe deformation of the body, several streaks of fire appeared on the vehicle.

The injured Strange was trapped inside the car, blood streaming down his forehead, and his consciousness was fading.

But he still struggled to get out of the car.

He's still young!
He doesn't want to die!
The most painful thing in the world is dying before you've spent all your money.

Although Strange is broke and has a lot of debt, he can make money as long as he survives!
Just when he was about to give up hope.

"Bang!!!"

The car door was violently kicked open!

A deep voice came from outside the car; it was impossible to tell if it was male or female, but the tone was extremely professional:
"Sir, are you alright?"

Strange was overjoyed, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh my God, I'm alright, please get me out of here quickly."

He thought to himself, "How did the ambulance arrive so quickly?"

However, before he could react, a man completely covered up appeared in front of him.

Strange's gaze sharpened.

He sensed something was off about the man.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of attire shouldn't be seen outside one's car; instead, one should be carrying a backpack and randomly throwing bombs around, or piloting a plane to crash into the Twin Towers.

Before he could think any further, Strange was grabbed by the hands and dragged away by this person.

Seeing that he was saved, Strange was overjoyed and quickly said:
"Thank you for your help!"

"You are a true hero!"

As he spoke, he condemned his own stereotypes.

At this moment, the mysterious man spoke in a low voice: "It's so good to see that you're alright, but you'll be in trouble soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous force was transmitted to Strange's hands.

His hands were crushed to pieces!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"My King's Power!"

Strange cried out in pain and fainted from the intense agony.

The mysterious person then removed their headscarf, revealing their face.

It turned out to be Master Wang.

He looked at the unconscious Strange and sighed.

"Young man, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"This is a task assigned by the Supreme Master."

"If you want to succeed, you have to cut off your hand first."

Strange is, after all, the Ancient One's chosen successor as the next Sorcerer Supreme.

Although Roger planned for the next one to be a prince for 700,000 years, he is still the future Sorcerer Supreme.

Master Wang didn't trust anyone else to do it, fearing that if the injury was too severe, Strange might be sent flying to another world by the great fortune.

Similarly, he worried that the injury was too minor, failing to deliver the dual impact of emotional and physical trauma, which would displease his boss.

Therefore, Master Wang decided to take action himself.

Now, standing beside the unconscious Strange, he took out his phone and dialed Roger's number.

"Hey, BOSS, mission complete."

"Strange's hands have been comminuted fractured."

Roger's satisfied voice came from the other end of the phone:
"very good."

"Let him get used to the malice of the world first."

"Only through the trials of reality can one grow into a qualified mage."

……

Shortly afterward, in a hospital ward, Strange slowly opened his eyes.

He felt as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

A nurse's gentle voice rang in my ears: "You're awake."

Strange turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on that familiar face.

Christine Palmer.

His colleague was also his friend.

It's the kind of relationship where you're just one step away from sleeping in the same bed.

In the past, when Strange met Christine, he would have given her a confident smile and said:
"Hey Christine, how long have I been unconscious? Have you been taking care of me the whole time?"

But now, he has no interest in it at all.

Because Strange could no longer feel his hands.

He tentatively moved his fingers.

no response.

Move it again.

Still no response.

"Christine, do I still have my hands?"

Christine looked at him with pity:
"Strange, don't be sad."

"Although you lost both hands, your life has been saved."

Strange fell silent upon hearing this.

"You're out of danger?"

He closed his eyes in pain.