At Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City, a doctor with a horse's face is quickly scanning the physical examination reports. These medical examination reports are very detailed, even Wade. Wilson had several pustules on his butt written on it.

"It can't be."

Stephen Strange placed the medical report on the table. Although he had already seen the electronic version sent to his mailbox, he still couldn't believe the report in front of him.

More than a month ago, the cancer center sent him the patient's medical records.

As one of the world's top priority surgeons, hospitals send him unsolvable cases almost every day. Dr. Strange has selected challenging cases to solve, and has gained fame and fortune, and his annual income has stood at the top of New York City.

When he received this case, because the remuneration was very generous, he took it without hesitation, and paid for Wade. Wilson underwent surgery to remove the tumor.

He was so confident in his skills that he thought he had removed the tumor from Wade's body. But it wasn't as he expected, Wade. The cancer cells in Wilson's body soon reappeared and became more severe.

Because this is one of the very few cases of surgery failure in Dr. Strange's medical career, he is very concerned. After several rounds of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, the patient's body will never be in such a healthy state.

What's more, part of the liver that he had removed grew back. Although the human liver has a strong ability to compensate and regenerate, if it is cut off, it is cut off, and the liver that grows back will not be exactly the same as the original liver.

"What medicine did you use on the patient?"

He asked Dr. Clayton.

"We also didn't know that after someone came to visit the patient, his condition improved dramatically."

Clayton looked at Strange in shock, and his heart was a little dark. As a specialist in cancer centers, he has surpassed most doctors in the United States, but Strange still does not fake his colors, and even mercilessly points out the omissions in his surgery in public, and ridicules him.

"How's it going, would you like to have another operation?"

Dr. Strange nodded, not just for the money, but for the sake of the challenges of complex and strange cases, obsessed with solving cases that other doctors judged to be terminally ill.

This patient is a case of his slight failure, and now that he has the opportunity to do it again, he will definitely not give up. Not to mention his interest in Wade. The changes in Wilson were intrigued.

The cancer center quickly prepared for surgery, with the best anesthesiologists, the most experienced nurses, and even a few specialists to serve as Strange's assistants.

Strange was dressed in a sterile surgical gown and held a scalpel in his hand, looking at Wade, who had passed out under numbness. Wilson. This person's mouth is even more powerful than him, the previous operation, before he was stunned, frantically attacked his appearance, and made up a few cold jokes, which made him so embarrassed in the operating room for the first time.

Taking a deep breath and eliminating distractions in his mind, his hand was as steady as a rock, and he cut Wade's chest with a knife, and the laparoscope clearly transmitted the situation in the chest cavity to the medical monitor in the operating room.

There was a gasp in the operating room, and some people even couldn't help but vomit, as doctors in the cancer center, they didn't know how many patients they had seen, but it was the first time they had seen such a strange tumor.

The purple-black tumor adsorbed on the healthy internal organs, slowly wriggling, and countless tiny tentacles spread out from above, like dodder silk deeply entangled into the body, entangled with each other, criss-crossed, and had a terrifying and bevelous beauty.

CT scans in the hospital didn't find these weird tentacles at all.

"Calm down."

Strange let out a low sigh, and the operating room fell silent again.

"What's going on, is it because of that unknown drug?"

Dr. Clayton regained his composure, such a strange cancer cell really didn't look like it was naturally born.

"No, the patient's cancer cells were originally in this form, but they became what they are now under the catalysis of drugs."

Strange was already curious about the reason for the failure of the previous operation, but now it seems that he only removed the tumor but did not clean the tentacles.

"Do you want to give up surgery?"

Clayton asked solemnly.

"No, such a challenging case, how could I just give up."

Strange's eyes flashed with some fanaticism. The scalpel in his hand is like a sword weapon in the hands of a peerless swordsman, with no thickness, and it is extremely dexterous to remove the tumor parasitic on the organs, without harming the organs themselves at all.

It took him more than two hours to remove a tumor, which was completely peeled off along with the tentacles that had spread from the tumor. Sweat was almost soaked all over his body, and his physical exertion was very severe because of the long hours of concentration.

The removed tumor was still slowly wriggling, waving its tentacles, as if it had an independent life.

Even a well-informed doctor still shuddered when he saw such a strange scene, and the cancer in this patient was anything but ordinary.

After a long operation that lasted seventeen hours, all the tumors that could be seen with the naked eye were removed, and Strange's proud hand trembled uncontrollably. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even complete the stitches of the wound, so he had to leave it to other doctors to put the finishing touches.

A large plate of tumor was placed on the edge of the operating table, giving off a disgusting fishy smell. The tumor that was cut earlier has been inactivated and completely turned black, and the newly cut tumor is still very fresh and full of vitality.

They are not yet able to survive without their mothers.

"I want a sample of the tumor."

Strange sat in a chair outside the operating room, and now he struggled to speak. The cancer cells still exist in the patient's body, and he does not believe that traditional chemotherapy and reflexology can be effective against this strange cancer cell.

"Of course, Dr. Strange."

Dr. Clayton had to take it, and he only lasted five hours as an assistant before he had to hire someone else to replace him. He also kept a sample to send to the agent from the CIA.

The cancer tissue that was removed from the last surgery was destroyed after a routine examination and analysis, and this time the cancer center is ready to mobilize all resources to figure out the pathology of this particular cancer.

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