Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Strange stood there, his shoulders tense.

If it were six months ago, he would have turned around and left on the spot.

Or they could use a string of technical jargon and personal attacks to push the situation to the point of no return.

But now, he just looked at his scarred hands and asked himself the same question:

If my hands were truly healed.

If he really became the most expensive surgeon in New York again, would he really become even more outrageous as Peter said?

In order to earn back the money he lost, he completely became a lackey of the rich.

He disdains patients who cannot afford surgery, focusing instead on using his skills to serve wealthy gentlemen...

After a long while, he shook his head, a resolute light shining in his eyes:

He didn't want to live that kind of life!

Over the past six months, he has witnessed the ugly faces of the wealthy.

He once thought he was above the rules.

But when that car accident plunged his life into hell, no one offered him a helping hand.

Those who once raised their glasses with him have all vanished without a trace.

The hospital gave him a dignified blessing, and then revoked all his privileges.

The investment advisor blocked his number.

Friends sent a few cheap words of comfort, and then never showed up again.

Apart from Christine, none of his former "friends" wanted to give him a second glance.

On the contrary, those from the lower rungs of society whom he once looked down upon were willing to offer him any help they could when he was at his lowest point.

After a long while, Strange finally spoke:

"I can't guarantee I'll become a saint, but I swear on my own hands, I won't become a scoundrel!"

"I will do everything I can to help everyone like me who has been unexpectedly dragged into the abyss."

"very good!"

Peter nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

Peter, who possesses the Phoenix Force, can roughly determine that Strange is telling the truth.

Although this does not guarantee that the other party will not change in the future.

However, Peter believes that as long as the other party has the will and truly dedicates themselves to the cause of superheroes, it will be difficult for them to turn to the dark side.

If that day ultimately comes to pass...

All you need to do is take back everything you've given to the other party immediately!

With this thought in mind, Peter raised his right hand, and the storage ring in his hand flashed.

A peculiar, heart-shaped fruit resembling a strawberry appeared in his hand.

Harry looked at the thing and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"The Fruit of Surgery"

Peter pushed the fruit in front of Strange.

"By consuming it, you will gain the ability to freely control human bodies and objects within a space you create, freely cutting and piecing them together."

Strange's breath hitched.

As a surgeon, he immediately grasped the key point.

"Controlling the human body? Including my hands?"

"Including your hands!"

"Hiss~!"

Harry couldn't help but gasp:

"Peter, isn't this a bit too outrageous? Are you sure you want to give it to him? Logically speaking, even if you don't give him this fruit, it should be enough to heal his hands."

"But this fruit suits him perfectly, it's almost tailor-made for him," Peter replied.

"At the same time, I also hope that he can contribute more value to this society, and not just be a Dr. Strange."

Strange sensed the earnest expectation Peter had for him in his words.

Strange suddenly felt that the fruit in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly bear it.

He even felt that his trembling hands could barely hold the fruit.

But he still held the fruit tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but look at Peter and ask:

"Mr. Arbitrator, do you really think I'm worthy of your hopes?"

Peter did not answer the question directly, but instead said:

"Tony used to be a jerk, but now he's a pillar of strength protecting this planet."

Hearing Peter compare himself to Iron Man,

Strange suddenly felt a strong urge to "die for one who understands him".

He then nodded solemnly to Peter:

"Mr. Arbitrator, I promise I won't let you down."

Having said that, he trembled as he picked up the fruit and swallowed it without hesitation.

The next second, he froze.

He swallowed the fruit with difficulty, his face contorting in pain.

"Ugh~ What kind of fruit grows out of a sewer?"

He was retching violently, and even suspected that Peter was playing a prank on him.

Peter silently observed Strange; this was probably the moment when one could best see a person's true nature.

If he didn't insult me ​​after all that, then I can probably really trust him to join the Avengers.

After gagging for about three minutes, Strange gradually felt a surge of power within him.

"Room".

The verbs came out almost instinctively.

Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent spherical space expanded out from his palm.

However, limited by his own physical strength, he could only expand to about half a meter square before he could not expand any further.

"Very good, you can begin the surgery now."

As Peter spoke, he took out his Senbonzakura (thousand cherry blossoms).

The blade scattered, transforming into fluttering flower petals.

Peter used flower petals to form a pink scalpel and handed it to Strange.

Strange took the Sakura scalpel with some skepticism and made a cut on his finger.

His original intention was simply to make a small incision to see if it would hurt during surgery in a space without anesthesia.

But because his fingers were trembling so badly, his hand jerked and one of his fingers was severed on the spot by the sharp blade.

"Fuck!"

Strange was so frightened that he trembled and almost cried.

But the next second, he was surprised to find that the severed finger did not fall to the ground, but was floating in the air.

It will not cause pain or bleeding.

Even with the slightest thought, his finger floated back to the broken end.

I tried moving around a bit, and surprisingly, even the nerves reconnected.

This made his eyes light up, and his courage increased significantly.

He stopped testing the waters and began to ruthlessly cut away the hideous scars on his hands with a cherry blossom scalpel.

"The nerve endings were completely misaligned... Damn, how did they even stitch it up?"

He complained as he frantically cut his fingers.

Blood vessels and nerves are exposed to the air, and glass shards are gradually removed during the process.

Under the influence of the surgical fruit, everything that was out of place is being pieced back together in the right place, little by little.

Before long, Strange's hands were completely healed. He tried to clench his fists, and felt an unprecedented sense of stability in his hands.

Feeling this long-awaited stability, Strange couldn't help but shed tears.

It's back, everything is back.