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"It seems you've tacitly agreed. You can tell from the look in your eyes that you're really looking forward to my next lesson."

Upon hearing this, Loki's eyes widened so much they almost popped out.

Loki: No! My aptitude is limited. I can only comprehend it once in a short period of time. My body can't keep up with more than that.

"Alas, he's hopeless! But I owe Odin a favor, after all."

Lin Bei raised his hand and gave a signal to restore the arena to its original state. He waved to the enthusiastic fans on the sidelines, indicating that the next contestant should enter the arena.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly remembered something important. Distracted by Loki's performance art, he forgot the purpose of his appearance.

He came up here to test Loki's resistance to lightning, not simply to beat him up... or teach him the fighting style of a mage.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck the ground and instantly transformed into a giant silver wolf.

Lin Bei simply raised his hand and pointed at Loki, and the giant wolf made of lightning immediately howled and chased after Loki, biting his rear end and running wildly all over the place.

Seeing this, Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction.

He left behind an energy clone to continue teaching Loki.

Lin Bei himself appeared on a bench outside the arena.

Watching the reincarnators coming and going in twos and threes.

"Red Queen, has there been any movement from Asgard lately?"

These days, Lin Bei often visits Asgard. His words and actions all convey the message that 'I have a big deal.'

But Odin wouldn't fall for it and kept urging Lin Bei to drink tea.

Lin Bei was deeply troubled by this, always feeling that the other party was up to something, but due to insufficient information, he was unable to deduce Odin's intentions.

"No, there's nothing unusual happening in Asgard."

"This old fox, do you expect me to just say it directly? Wouldn't that make me seem like I have no emotional intelligence?"

"Never mind, how's Kamar-Taj doing lately?"

The Red Queen replied without a trace of emotion, "In Kamar-Taj, there is a mage named Kaecilius who has been trying to contact you."

Uh… he’s very enthusiastic about the plan you mentioned earlier and is willing to serve you to the death.”

"The previous plan! What plan?" Lin Bei was a little confused.

Casillas, well...

Lin Bei knew about it, but he had only met the other person two or three times, all during large conferences, where the other person stood in a corner.

I haven't had any contact with it at other times either.

The Red Queen opened the log and wrote, "Regarding the Dark Dimension Lord's plan to invade Earth and kill the Sorcerer Supreme!"

Code name: Retirement.

Lin Bei stroked his chin, then suddenly realized, "So it's a retirement plan! I was wondering."

Is Casillas contacting my alternate account, Dormammu?

The Red Queen nodded.

"Alright, let him wait a bit, I'll plan it out in more detail."

The heir hasn't been chosen yet.

Remember to remind me.

The Red Queen nodded. "Write down the plan on the project."

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In a large, single-level luxury apartment.

A ringing phone woke Strange from his deep sleep. He picked up his phone and saw that it was his friend Billy calling.

They are said to be friends, but their real relationship is that of business partners.

Strange is an outstanding neurosurgeon with a distinguished reputation, known for his exceptionally high surgical success rate. He is only a few papers and a mature face away from becoming the most authoritative figure in the field.

The exceptionally high success rate of his surgeries was no accident; in addition to Strange's own superb medical skills, it was also due to his ability to cultivate his patients.

Aside from a few rare cases that might pique Strange's interest, he would usually learn about a patient's condition beforehand and assess the likelihood of a complete cure.

If he's not confident and it affects the success rate of the surgery, he'll find an excuse to decline or refuse outright.

This is important; it's about your social standing!

Before he became famous, Strange was fearless in the face of challenges and took saving lives as his mission. After becoming famous, he began to care about his reputation and how much profit a single surgery could bring.

Money, honor, and social status—things that you can't take with you when you die—became what Strange craved most.

Billy was responsible for connecting Strange with patients by providing him with difficult cases from various hospitals. Once Strange agreed, Billy would contact the patients or their families to discuss the price of the surgery, taking a cut from the deal.

The two got what they wanted, and because their interests were intertwined, their relationship was extremely close, to the point of being sworn brothers.

When we were young, we vowed to be extraordinary people, positive and optimistic, and unafraid of failure.

As we grow up, we crumple up our innocence and throw it in the trash. In the mirror, we see a person wearing a mask, their clear eyes gone, and we equate maturity with lying.

Regret?

of course not!

Strans splashed cold water on his face, stared at the hypocritical face in the mirror, and realized that he had fulfilled his childhood dream and become a great doctor.

Everyone calls him that, so why should he regret it?

After washing up, Strans looked around the house and noticed a blank space in the corner where a piano would be placed, right after tonight's surgery.

To be fair, the case Billy recommended this time was not difficult at all; he would not bother with such a minor surgery. However, the patient's family gave too much money.

Strans turned on his computer and glanced at the medical records in the email.

"Charlotte Sherlock? What a strange name..."

Chapter 232

Strans smacked his lips, feeling that the photo in the medical record looked very much like himself.

Aside from having straight, slicked-back hair and a bit of stubble, while the other person had curly hair and a nicotine patch on their neck, they seemed to be exactly the same.

This made Strans wonder if his parents had secretly practiced playing the trumpet behind his back.

I hope that a half-sibling or half-brother will eventually appear.

However, the former is more likely. Strans remembers his dad boasting after drinking that the money he got for dating his mom came from selling his sperm.

I finished reviewing the medical record with a frown; this surgery was going to be difficult.

It's difficult, but not impossible.

Strans shut down his computer and casually threw on a coat.

Because he was rushing to get timely treatment, he didn't change into an expensive suit and watch.

I just had a glass of juniper berries to perk myself up before setting off.

"Sir, if you are planning to drive, this could trigger the drunk driving offense under traffic laws. For your safety, please do not drink and drive."

Next to the living room, the JTS-3 model robot, which was on standby, began to inflate from a small mechanical box.

He then stood in front of Strans and attached the car keys to his hand.

"Big White, stop this~ Give me the key!"

I rushed off to rescue them!

Moreover, there are quite a few people who drink and drive, so why do they get away with it without any consequences?

Luxury cars, mansions, and the JTS series robot Baymax—these are the most basic standards for a successful man to enter the upper-middle class.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Strans, a successful person, owns a JTS-3 robot.

The JTS-3 model robot was in high demand and pre-orders were booming. Strans only managed to get one by pulling strings.

As the latest product from Hydra Technology Co., Ltd., the JTS-3 robot Baymax is equipped with an artificial intelligence system, its entire body is made of inflatable new carbon fiber material, and it is equipped with many modules, making it a good choice whether as a butler or a community-level family doctor.

If you own a manor, you can also work as a gardener and hoof trimmer.

The price wasn't expensive; it was just a bit of overspending.

“Sir, that’s just survivor bias. There’s a lot you can’t see. Would you like me to project it?”

I feel it's necessary to remind you that saving someone is not a reason for me to allow you to commit suicide.

The JTS-3 robot named Baymax said, "According to the Three Laws of Robotics, I have an obligation and responsibility to stop your unwise behavior. I think you also understand what losing your driver's license means in this country."

"It's okay, it's just a glass of juniper berries, and it's so late, there won't be any traffic police on the road."

"It has nothing to do with traffic police; prohibiting drunk driving is about taking responsibility for your own life and the lives of others."

Big White spoke at a steady pace, and his mechanical voice made Strans feel what care truly meant.

"OK! OK! You're right. But I need to have surgery."

"Sir, I can drive the vehicle."

"Oh, I almost forgot, you also have a managed driving function."

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On a flat highway.

A supercar sped past.

Strans sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the dashboard, feeling the push-back sensation from the supercar. He couldn't help but swallow hard, gripping his seatbelt tightly with both hands.

"Big White, there's still plenty of time, there's no need to rush."

"Sir, please rest assured that I can use computers to accurately manage real-time traffic conditions, and I have already queried the speeds detected by the speed cameras on the road in the database."

We guarantee your safety and the security of your property; there will be no unforeseen incidents.

What if something unexpected happens?