All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think!" Strange was like a defied lion.

Realizing her attitude was inappropriate, she quickly softened her tone and pleaded, "Please, just let me take a look, just for a moment~"

"..." Christine sighed and opened the medical record, placing it in front of Strange.

Most of the ligaments in both hands were torn, and the nerves in the hands were severely damaged.

When the rescue team found them, they had already missed the golden time for treatment.

Although the fingers were barely saved, amputation was not necessary.

But his career as a surgeon was thus cut short, and he would never again be able to hold a scalpel.

Let alone a scalpel.

Razors and nail clippers are both risky!

"I am done!"

Strange closed his eyes in anguish, muttered a word, and then tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

“Stephen, it’s okay, everything will be alright.” Christine reached out and patted Strange on the shoulder, comforting him, “In the medical field, nothing is absolute. Just like you did, you still have the possibility of recovery.”

Even if you can't become a surgeon, with your knowledge, teaching and educating at Harvard would be a good choice.

"Ha! Save it. I can't even lift a scalpel anymore. Who else can create miracles?"

"Were they the useless guys who operated on me?"

If it's not them, then it must be God, or Satan!?

Christine lowered her head and remained silent. The importance of hands to a surgeon is self-evident. If she were in Strange's shoes, lying in a hospital bed, she would probably have an emotional breakdown just like him.

She knew Strange was unwilling to accept this, and after a moment she comforted him, "You are an excellent doctor, very experienced. Even if you can't wield a scalpel, there are still many ways you can treat patients..."

"Like community doctors? I'd rather be dead!"

Christine said many encouraging words, but Strange didn't hear a word. He stared blankly ahead, feeling as if everything in front of him was black.

Just as Christine was about to say something more, the door to the ward was pushed open, and two men in black suits walked in.

"Who are you?" Christine asked, standing up.

"FBI!"

The man produced his identification and nodded slightly. "I would like to speak with Mr. Stephen Strange alone to inquire about last night's attack."

“Okay, but he’s a bit emotionally unstable, so please don’t upset him too much,” Christine said hesitantly.

After saying that, he left the ward.

"Hello, Mr. Strange, I know you're in a bad mood right now, so I'll skip the unnecessary pleasantries. Please cooperate by answering a few questions to assist in the investigation and the arrest of the criminals. I'm sure you don't want the culprit to remain at large."

Claiming to be FBI Agent Rumlow, he piqued Strange's interest in cooperating with the case with just a few simple words.

Strange glanced at the two men standing in front of him, one with a receding hairline and the other completely bald.

It's obvious at a glance that he has a wealth of experience in handling cases.

Strange nodded, deciding to cooperate.

And that man who ruined himself...

Even if his face is disfigured...?

Okay, even with a mask on, I can still recognize myself!

Seeing that Strange was willing to cooperate, Rumlow and Phil exchanged glances.

I found a chair and sat down.

Seeing these two names, everyone will know.

Brock Rumlow and Phil are both agents from S.H.I.E.L.D.

The FBI also frequently uses aliases.

In addition, S.H.I.E.L.D. can also be a cover, and Rumlow is also an agent of Hydra's intelligence department.

The attack on Strange was added to the police file, given the presence of heavy weapons such as RPG rocket launchers.

It's impossible not to take it seriously.

But in fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. was more interested in the fact that Strange only had his hands crippled and a few scrapes on his forehead.

This shows that despite the violent explosion, Strange only suffered minor scrapes.

This unusual event immediately caught Nick Fury's attention, and he immediately issued a mission, assigning it to Crossbones Rumlow and Phil.

"Detective, what do you want to know?"

Driven by a desire for revenge, Strange actively cooperated.

Suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he hurriedly said, "Detective, last night, my friend Billy called me and said there's a patient named Sherlock who needs surgery, and his condition is exactly the same as mine..."

“This is an extremely malicious conspiracy. You can contact Billy; he definitely knows something.”

Rumlow shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Strange."

We have already investigated while you were in a coma.

The call from the unknown number in your call log wasn't from your friend Billy; he knows nothing about it.

"How can it be!?"

Strange screamed as if struck by lightning.

"So, what impression do you have of the attacker?" Rumlow guided. "The scene was cleaned up very well, it was done by professionals. We can't find any clues. We hope you can provide some important information, such as the attacker's appearance and accent."

“My robot butler, Baymax, recorded the whole thing.”

"It's gone. The motherboard was taken by the other party."

"You can go to Hydra Technology Co., Ltd."

I firmly believe they will keep records, and each robot will upload data...

“Mr. Strange!” Rumlow interrupted, shrugging, “Such a thing doesn’t exist.”

You know.

Even for the sake of the company's reputation, they would never admit to monitoring user privacy.

Strange fell silent upon hearing this.

As a technology company that has launched more than a dozen satellites, they cannot possibly lack data.

However, these are all unspoken rules that are known to everyone but cannot be explicitly stated.

Let alone a nobody like him, even if the blond-haired guy gets attacked.

Hydra Technologies also stated that there is no data available.

The answer is no!

"The person who attacked me had a metal arm, matte-colored, very shiny, with some patterns on it."

Strange recalled yesterday's events, analyzing them from a surgeon's perspective: "His face was covered, so I couldn't see his appearance. Because of that robotic arm, I couldn't determine his approximate weight, only that he was strong, male, and about 5 feet 9 inches tall, with a margin of error of no more than..."

Strange spoke at length, finally asking expectantly, "So, are these clues enough?"

Rumlow shook his head: "The only valid clue is the robotic arm. As far as I know, the medical subsidiary of Hydra Technology has a long history of successful treatment cases where mechanical organs have replaced human bodies."

But the price is very high, the clients are all wealthy and powerful, and they also have contracts with the military.

“We can follow this clue!” Strange’s eyes lit up, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

“There’s nothing they can do, they won’t hand over their client files for you,” Phil couldn’t help but interject.

"Damn Hydra!"

No, it's not like he deserved to die.

"Big White saved my life; otherwise, I would have died in the explosion."

Strange lay down on the hospital bed.

His eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

He finally saw it.

He had no hope of revenge and could not bring the murderer to justice.

After that, Phil asked a few more detailed questions.

After tidying up and making sure nothing was missed, the two left the ward directly.

The investigation is now complete.

Next comes the task report.

As instructed by S.H.I.E.L.D., the investigation should focus on Strange, requiring him to question her repeatedly about every detail, especially to obtain a sketch of the perpetrator.

If Phil came alone, he might actually be able to find something out.

However, Rumlow, who was disguised as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. and receiving a salary from them, infiltrated the investigation, making it destined to be fruitless.

Even without Rumlow, there would be other Hydras.

It's fair to say that Nick Fury, Phil, May, and others within the current S.H.I.E.L.D. are the real undercover agents.

Strange was unharmed in the explosion.

This is because Hydra Technologies' robots provide comprehensive protection.

As for the mysterious metal arm...

According to Rumlow's investigation, the other party was very likely from the US military and was probably earning extra money because he didn't have enough salary.

There are quite a few people like this.

In the subsequent investigation, Rumlow stated that it had exceeded his authority and required negotiations with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military.

Obviously, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't bother with such a trivial matter, and the investigation report would ultimately end up gathering dust in the archives.

As for Strange...

Lin Bei was observing silently. It seemed that Strange had not given up on scientific treatment yet. The best time to tell him that magic truly existed would be after Strange's hopes were dashed time and time again and he began to give up on himself.