The first rays of morning light rose over the horizon, and the soft warm colors woke up Manhattan, and the moment the alarm clock rang, Strange pressed the hurried bell that was ready to sing.

He had two difficult surgeries yesterday, especially the last craniotomy, which would have been extremely difficult for even the best surgeons to perform.

A patient who was diagnosed as brain-dead by doctors had a bullet stuck in his skull, and it took great surgical experience to remove the alloy bullet near the brainstem.

It is well known that there are so many nerves near the brainstem that they are quite complex, making surgery extremely difficult. However, without the aid of image navigation, Strange manually removed the foreign body, ensuring the patient's life and completing the textbook-level surgical operation.

This was called "another perfect performance" by the hospital, and everyone gradually became accustomed to the medical miracles that Stephen Strange had repeatedly created, after all, the other party had the dazzling halo of the youngest and best neurosurgeon in New York.

Neurosurgery is recognized as the pinnacle of the medical field because doctors need to have an extremely complex knowledge base and at least six years of training before they are allowed to perform surgery, which is the longest and most demanding discipline of all medical specialties.

A genius in neurosurgery like Strange has little doubt about reaching the pinnacle of medicine in the future.

Strange took a deep breath and stepped out of bed to open the curtains, the morning sun shone in, soft but not dazzling, and under his feet was a magnificent steel jungle, with more and more traffic, noisy and noisy, full of vitality.

He has always been a person with a strong sense of time, and he is always awake at the moment when the alarm clock is about to ring, which is the biological clock engraved into the body, but out of distrust of the human body and trust in the machine, Strange still sets the alarm clock on time every day.

"A new day."

Accompanied by Chakman Gioni's "Like a Spring Breeze," Strange began to wash, shave, put on a hand-made black suit and bow tie, and the famous genius doctor looked at himself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

Last night's two surgeries didn't cause him much fatigue, and Strange knew that he enjoyed the feeling of climbing a mountain, climbing one steep peak after another, which brought a great sense of accomplishment.

However, his ex-girlfriend Christine felt that he was too indifferent, with only complex diseases in his eyes, difficult surgeries, and a lack of respect and understanding for life.

Strange was noncommittal. He did not deny the indifference hidden in his heart, and the superb medical skills were the means to gain a great deal of wealth and fame, and as for curing the sick and saving people, it was the last in line.

In his opinion, doctors cannot save patients from the hands of death, on the contrary, they just tell patients that time is running out.

This genius doctor did not love medicine as much as everyone thinks, he was born in Philadelphia, the eldest son in his family, and he was followed by a younger brother and sister.

When Strange was eleven years old, his sister Donna was injured in an accident, and at that time he was aspiring to become a doctor.

Ironically, after Strange entered Johns Hopkins University and began to take the first steps towards his medical dreams, Donna drowned, and because he was busy with his studies, he was not with his sister at the time and could not see him for the last time.

This greatly diminished Strange's enthusiasm for medicine, but he graduated from medical school with honors, and later became increasingly estranged from his family due to his arrogance and arrogance.

Strange's explanation for this situation is quite consistent with Tony Stark: genius is always hard to keep up with metrics.

He pulled open the cabinet shaker and pulled out a Jaeger-LeCoultre perpetual moon phase watch and placed it on his hand.

Strange has always had a hobby of collecting famous watches, only time is the most accurate in the world, as a good doctor, he has always advocated stability and precision, which is one of the creeds of life.

Speaking of which, if he weren't a top doctor, he probably wouldn't have such an extravagant hobby of collecting.

The cabinet shaker alone is a valuable tool for storing mechanical watches that are not worn and that they are always wound, especially if they are equipped with a perpetual calendar.

Just a glance at it reveals a number of watches, such as the Rolex Daytona in the upper left corner, a classic and a favorite for business and social occasions, and a striking red watch, one of Jaeger-LeCoultre's most iconic collections, with a classic and sporty feel, and has always been among the top choices of collectors.

As for the watch that Strange was wearing, it was a gift from his ex-girlfriend, and the line "Time will tell you how much I love you, Christine" was engraved on the back of the watch.

He originally invited Christine to attend a meeting of the Neurological Society, but unfortunately the other party politely declined.

About twenty minutes later, a cool Lamborghini Huracan rushed out of the garage, Strange put his hands on the steering wheel, and the sky that had been white suddenly darkened.

The gloomy clouds piled up, and in a short time the bean-sized raindrops poured down, the mist was filled, and the world outside the car was reflected in a hazy light, but Strange did not slow down, and quickly passed through the traffic, he was such a confident and arrogant fellow.

The sudden rainstorm made visibility on the highway very low, the windshield wipers were constantly sweeping, and the front windows were still covered with a rain fog, hazy and blurry. Under the high-speed running, the shining lights of the surrounding vehicles swayed into a blurred flow of light.

"Hell weather!"

Strange muttered that he wouldn't want to go out in such bad weather if he hadn't been invited as a guest speaker.

"The war in Wakanda has come to an end, and NATO troops have been withdrawn from the border half a month ago...... S.H.I.E.L.D. declared that it would fully guarantee Wakanda's independence and would not tolerate illegal invasion by any country...... The new king of Wakanda issued a statement that he would establish harmonious diplomatic relations with all countries of the world on an equal footing and mutual assistance, and signed the Convention on the Export of Vibranium to the World Security Council ......"

Listening to the news on the radio, Strange pouted, this world made him more and more incomprehensible, there was a group of superheroes in fancy costumes before, and then an Asgard appeared, proving that the earth is not a unique life civilization in the universe, and now even the third world countries have to run out to join in the fun......

"Stephen Strange ......"

In a trance, in the rainstorm and on the highway, the Lamborghini seemed to echo with a call that seemed to be absent.

Strange tried to listen intently, but found that there was a huge curtain of rain covering the heavens and the earth, and only the roar of lightning and thunder.

"You shouldn't drink that whiskey before you go out."

He shook his head, he rarely drank alcohol, which would cause his hands holding the scalpel to become unstable.

Medical professionals all over New York know that Stephen Strange has hands that are smoother than machines, and no matter how difficult the operation is, it is just a thrilling game for him.

Strange's mind was dizzy because of the rush of thoughts, and he didn't know if it was the alcohol or the illusory voice that flickered, and his eyes were a little foggy.

Stepping on the accelerator to the end, in the pouring rain, Lamborghini is like a speeding lightning bolt cutting through the rain curtain, and two high splashes of water are raised at the rear of the car.

Bang –

It wasn't until the loud crash woke him up from his confusion, and the front window couldn't withstand the force of the impact, and the glass burst with a bang.

Strange found the world in front of him, suddenly twisted and deformed, as if upside down and constantly tumbling, a sharp pain swept through his mind, and the hands holding the steering wheel were covered with shards of glass, a blur of flesh and blood.

"Steve Strange—"

Until he fell unconscious, the illusory voice still swirled in his heart.