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And without exception, all of these treatments require extremely high prices.

Money is no problem; Strange is willing to spend any amount of money to heal his hands.

He contacted friends and arranged meetings with experts he used to look down on, hoping that he had been blind and that there was a piece of gold buried in this filth.

Yes, at this point, Strange has started to gamble!

“Strange, I don’t know if anyone can heal your hand, all I know is that they’ll take your money…”

"It was an experimental treatment, relatively inexpensive, but still an astronomical sum..."

"There's a very skilled doctor in Berlin who has made groundbreaking progress in nerve suturing; you know, the surgery is very expensive..."

"In the ancient East, there is an expert who is very capable, but very expensive, extremely expensive..."

"..."

At first, Strange heard mostly that the surgery would be very expensive, but that stopped later.

Because his family neither owned a bank nor a mine, and coupled with his poor financial management skills, his friends gradually lost contact with him.

"I have no choice; I have to consider my reputation!"

"The damage is too severe, there's nothing we can do. Also, do you think it's time to pay the remaining balance?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Strange, we can no longer accept your checks. We only accept cash!"

"I'm sorry, your personal credit history... I mean, your credit card is no longer valid."

“Mr. Strange, your personal assets have been frozen. Effective today, they no longer belong to you, including this house.”

"Mr. Strange, are you looking for Billy? Uh... the number you dialed has voicemail enabled. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep~~"

Bang!

Strauss slammed down the phone, his hands trembling as he clutched his head, curled up in his dirty, cramped new apartment. To those who had rejected him, he only had one thing to say.

“I am not Mr. Strance, I am Dr. Strance…”

The world outside the window was incredibly bright, and a ray of sunlight shone on the head of the bed, but Strange felt no warmth at all. The death sentence from the medical community made his whole body feel cold, as if he were shrouded in endless darkness.

Cold and dark! Despair and numbness!

Just as Strange was pondering which method of suicide would be quick and painless, he caught a glimpse of his suitcase and suddenly remembered something. He opened the suitcase and rummaged through stacks of files, his eyes locking onto a terminally ill man named Penns.

Strange had seen the patient's file before, back when he was a high-spirited super doctor with a scalpel in hand, and fame, status, and wealth flowing in endlessly.

Due to a workplace accident, Penn suffered severe nerve damage to his limbs, resulting in high-level paraplegia. Even when he was in a wheelchair, he experienced constant tingling pain all over his body.

Just recently, he recovered. No one knows what he went through, but he just got better!

Miracles bring hope. In his despair, Strange saw a glimmer of light. He believed that Penns must have a special healing method, otherwise it would be difficult to explain this paranormal phenomenon.

Based on the information in the file, he found Penn on the basketball court in the park.

On the court, Penns displayed his prowess, committing defensive fouls, getting his dribble stolen, dribbling and kicking, getting his layup blocked, missing three shots, dunking... he was the backdrop.

Although Penns was as rotten as a pile of shit, Strange looked at his dashing back with envy, because he was even worse than shit.

"You're Strange? I mean, do we know each other?"

As Penns was resting off the court, he grabbed a sports drink, took a swig, and declared with great bravado, "No matter what you want from me, you only have two minutes. You saw it yourself, my teammates need me."

Can't you be a little sensible? The other side needs you!

In the past, Strange would have already launched into a tirade, but not now. When you need someone's help, you have to be humble: "Your spinal cord is damaged, which is a terminal illness in modern medicine, yet you've recovered. This is very unscientific. Can you tell me how you were cured?"

"How do you know so well?"

“I used to be a neurosurgeon, and I’ve seen your file…”

Facing Pains's mocking face, Strange took a deep breath: "Well, you came to me for treatment before, but I thought your injuries were beyond repair, so I refused to treat you."

"Come on, if you couldn't cure me, it would damage your reputation, so you kicked me out. That's the truth," Pains scoffed.

"I'm looking for a cure for my hands. I've tried everything. I hope you..."

"Wait, why should I tell you? After all, you're a bastard in my eyes."

"..."

Chapter 250

3 years ago...

Strange was speechless. He lowered his head deeply and said, "Please, tell me how to heal my hands. I don't want to be a cripple forever."

This scene made Penn feel quite embarrassed. He shrugged and said, "Okay, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll just tell you the truth..."

"At that time, I had given up on rehabilitation training because all the doctors said I was finished and they had done their best."

"I feel like I have nothing left. I can't do anything but think. I've decided to elevate my intellectual level in my lifetime, maybe I can even publish a book or something..."

"Then, I perused various classic masterpieces, swimming in the ocean of knowledge..."

Strange swallowed hard upon hearing this and interjected, "And then you were cured, through guided therapy, right?"

"You're overthinking it, how could that be!"

Pains rolled his eyes: "I'm just not cut out for studying. I can't understand any of those ancient books. Someone helped heal my injuries. It was someone... uh, I don't know how to describe it, because I had a rare book in my possession. He healed me in exchange for borrowing the book."

"How was it cured? Tell me quickly!" Strange was extremely excited.

"I don't know how he cured it either. Don't look at me like that, I'm not lying..."

Penns frowned and scratched his head, then reached out and patted Strange on the shoulder: "He just touched me like that, and then... I was fine, you know?"

Superpowers!

Strange's eyes lit up. The existence of superheroes was not a secret. There were many strong individuals in the world whose individual strength rivaled that of an army, such as Marvel/Captain America, the most well-known superhero.

"Who is he? Could you introduce me?"

“I’m afraid it’s difficult. I haven’t seen him since then. I’ve contacted my friends in the police station, but… there’s no information about him.”

"..."

Strange fell silent; he had just seen a glimmer of hope, only to have it vanish again.

"But don't be discouraged. When I chatted with him, I learned that he was from Kamar-Taj and claimed to be a sorcerer."

Where is Kamar-Taj?

"How would I know!"

Where is Kamar-Taj?

After leaving the park stadium, Strange pondered the question; he had never heard of the place before.

But he didn't foolishly ask around. Relying on the internet's supposedly all-knowing credibility, he found an internet cafe near his apartment.

There's no need to wonder why it's an internet cafe, because Strange has lost everything. He's lost his job, can't pay his credit card bills, doesn't even have a cell phone, and has to use public phones to contact people.

In fact, with Strange's abilities, even if he couldn't hold a scalpel, his knowledge and rich surgical experience could have brought him a decent job.

All I can say is that he was too arrogant and unwilling to expose his ugly side to his former colleagues.

There is only one way for him to return to the medical field: to heal his hands and become 'Dr. Strans'.

Because he was short of money, Strange found a mediocre internet cafe that cost ten dollars an hour. It was more like an arcade, filled with groups of young people, and his scruffy, homeless appearance made him stand out from the crowd.

By entering keywords, Strange discovered that there was indeed some information about 'Karmar-Taj' online, but it was scarce and chaotic, with no unified answer.

Some say Kama Taj is in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, while others say it's in China, specifically in the Himalayas.

This is a more reliable answer. Some of the random answers, like London, New York, and Hong Kong, gave Strange a headache.

Putting aside everything else, he lives in New York and has never heard anyone mention Kamar-Taj.

That's a place name, not a building or a community.

He didn't come away empty-handed; he found the most likely answer: Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, because someone had mentioned a monk, which overlapped with the clue given by Pains.

Strange decided to try his luck; he had no choice, and he wouldn't let go of any hope that might exist.

The biggest problem he faces now is a lack of money. He doesn't even have enough money for this month's rent, and he'll soon be moving to a park. Where would he get the money to buy a one-way ticket abroad?

Even a hero can be brought down by a single penny!

Strange deeply regretted his past misfortunes. Had he known he would end up in such a state, he shouldn't have been so extravagant and wasteful with money.

Moreover, a group of awful friends disappeared after he fell into poverty, and he couldn't find anyone to borrow money from.

In the end, Strange managed to raise enough money for his plane ticket and to sustain himself for a while.

Someone was willing to lend money to Strange, his former colleague, Dr. Christine Palmer.

Palmer was willing to lend a lot of money, but Strange only asked for a small portion to cover living expenses, stemming from a man's stubborn pride in front of women.

See the truth in trouble!

Strange didn't know how to face Palmer, and only dared to swear in his heart that if his hands were successfully healed, he would choose to pursue this kind woman.

In Kathmandu, Strange stumbled upon the city by chance and began a aimless search, which was extremely painful due to the language barrier.

Being in a foreign land, he suffered all kinds of cold looks and was even charged extra for his meals. He was being hit hard both mentally and physically, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

Fortunately, while there are many bad people, there are even more kind-hearted people. This "city of temples" has a rich religious culture, and whenever he is at his wit's end, kind-hearted people will lend a helping hand.

The towering ancient buildings, the weathered eaves and stone pillars, the exquisitely carved and mysterious ancient temples—the vicissitudes of history have transformed them into a solemn and majestic sight, captivating Strange. Everywhere he looked resembled Kamar-Taj, and everyone seemed like a sorcerer.

With the development of the times, this city is not only ancient, but also increasingly modern.

The bustling crowds of travelers, the motorcycles on the streets and the sounds of vendors selling their wares—it was as lively as a large market, which made him feel somewhat out of place.

Strange frowned repeatedly. The mysterious Kamar-Taj shouldn't be hidden in this city; it should be in a more secluded corner.

Avoiding the sheep and dodging the slow-moving motorcycles, Strange finished the dry rations in his pocket amidst the harassment of a group of monkeys, and sat on the stone steps gazing up at the sky.

He was confused, having gained nothing in ten days. If Kamar-Taj was not in Kathmandu, where should he go next?

Who should I borrow money from this time?

In Kamar-Taj, a portal opened, and several strong and muscular mages carried out large household appliances from the other side of the portal, along with the most popular Hydra-3 robot on the market.

Lin Bei fulfilled his promise and improved the daily lives of the mages in Kamar-Taj, adding some benefits.