บท 470: IMUC Chapter 467 Doctor Strange
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Strange is a neurosurgeon who saves lives.
Yes, saving lives, as he likes to think of it.
Although he is only in his thirties and his medical career spans only a decade, Strange is confident enough to claim that if he is the second-best neurosurgeon in New York, no one else can claim to be the first.
There is no doubt that Strange is an exceptionally talented and proud genius.
In ten years, he had not only made a name for himself in the medical field with his neurosurgical skills, but he had also acquired substantial shares in his hospital, becoming a wealthy surgeon and shareholder.
Strange was no longer concerned with the cost of medical care. His focus was on the next critically ill patient, those with surgical challenges that other doctors found insurmountable, so he could demonstrate his extraordinary surgical skills to everyone.
On this particular morning, Strange drove one of his prized cars, a Chevrolet A8, along the busy main roads to a private hospital in downtown New York, ready for another day as a surgeon.
But when he arrived at the hospital's entrance, Strange was surprised to find it swarming with media. Local police were on hand to maintain order, working with hospital security to keep the journalists out of the building.
"Only patients, their families and hospital staff are allowed inside! No exceptions!" The security captain shouted into a megaphone, trying to control the crowd.
The media personnel were momentarily stunned after hearing those words before they began to shout even louder:
"I'm a patient! Let me in for an emergency!"
"I'm sick too! Let me in!"
Strange squeezed through the agitated crowd, and the security captain recognized him and quickly pulled him out.
"Captain Philip, what's going on with all these media people?" Strange asked with a confused look on his face.
"Doctor Strange, you'll understand once you get inside," Captain Philip replied with a strained smile before turning back to keep the reporters at bay.
Filled with questions, Strange entered the hospital. As he stepped into the reception area, his colleague, Dr. Christine Palmer, rushed over and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the elevator. "Come with me quickly, the Dean and the board members are all waiting for you!"
Strange followed her brisk pace and asked, "Dr. Palmer, what happened? Is there some major medical incident? You seem more anxious than usual."
"Our hospital has been taken over! How could I not be concerned?" Christine replied.
"What?" Strange was stunned.
In the service elevator going up to the upstairs conference room, Strange's face tightened as he thought aloud, "This doesn't make sense. Even if the hospital was bought out, protocol requires a shareholders meeting and a voting process, especially for something this significant."
Christine shrugged before speaking. "The identity of the buyer and the offer they made gave the major shareholders no reason to refuse, so they agreed without consulting anyone. The buyer, along with the Dean and the board members, are in the conference room right now signing the contract. The dean told me to take you directly to the conference room as soon as you arrived.
"How could our hospital, one of the top three private surgical hospitals in New York, be sold so quickly? Who are the buyers?" Strange couldn't fathom the situation, no matter how hard he tried to piece it together.
"You'll see for yourself in the boardroom," Christine said, exhaling quietly. "If I had to describe them, I'd say... they're the top tier."
**Tp Tier? What kind of description is that?**
Strange's innate arrogance and genius made him want to challenge this mysterious buyer.
As Christine led Strange into the hallway outside the meeting room, the door suddenly opened. The old dean of the hospital led the way, followed by a dozen shareholders, all bowing submissively as they surrounded a man and woman leaving the room.
"Christine, are you telling me that the buyers..."
Strange stopped in his tracks with his mouth agape. Even without the entourage, the man and woman were striking. The man was young and handsome, the woman elegant and stunning. Together they commanded everyone's attention.
The man is the Symbol of Peace, Kyle Carl, and the woman is Raina Carl, Director of the Supernatural Incident Bureau.
This was the ceiling, representing the pinnacle of all industry, achievement, wealth, and power.
The dean of the hospital noticed Strange and hurried over, pulling him aside and whispering, "Strange, you're late. The contract is already signed. You just have to add your signature later."
Before Strange could answer, the Dean pulled him toward Kyle and Raina and introduced them, "Mr. Kyle, Miss Raina, this is our hospital's most outstanding neurosurgeon, Dr. Stephen Strange, and he's also one of our shareholders."
"Oh?"
Kyle smiled faintly. He wore a short-sleeved t-shirt and casual shorts, his tall, sturdy frame exuding a calm yet imposing presence that made the beer-bellied shareholders instinctively keep their distance from him.
It was important to note that the Symbol of Peace, Kyle, had been a legendary warrior in World War II, and his current status was beyond extraordinary. No matter how approachable he seemed, no one dared to treat him casually.
To everyone's surprise, Kyle stepped forward and extended his left hand to Strange. "Dr. Strange, nice to meet you."
Not only were the others stunned, but Strange was taken aback as well. Christine nudged him, and Strange, feeling honored, reached out to shake Kyle's hand.
Before the living legend of New York, all thoughts of genius and pride vanished from his mind.
After all, Kyle was the ultimate genius.
"Strange, you're a surgeon."
Kyle looked at Strange calmly and did not release his hand, but instead asked quietly, "Do you believe in ghosts, magic, or the soul?"
Strange was already surprised that the Symbol of Peace initiated a handshake, and even more surprised by the sudden question.
After a moment of silence, Strange reaffirmed his beliefs, took a deep breath, and shook his head as he spoke. "I am a materialist. I believe in science and knowledge only. How can things like magic and the soul save critically ill patients?"
"Strange!" The Dean was concerned, worried that Strange might inadvertently offend Kyle.
But Kyle showed no displeasure. He smiled slightly and patted Strange on the shoulder. "Over-reliance on science can also be a form of superstition. Dr. Strange, I hope the next time we meet you will still be able to say the same."
With that, Kyle didn't linger. He left with Raina, who was dressed as his secretary, leaving Strange standing there in bewilderment.
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