After hearing that someone could heal his face, Harry immediately postponed his lunch with the client at noon, and asked his beautiful blonde secretary to book a hotel and call a driver to go with him.

On the other hand, because of the need for Doctor Strange's help, Wang Dali also called him for lunch this time. Together with Catherine and Mindy, who couldn't afford not to come, there were six people at the dinner.

"Peter, why didn't you call Jennifer?"

Calling a taxi, Wang Dali sat in the back seat with Catherine, Mindy, and Strange, and asked Peter in the passenger seat.

"Jennifer, she has a big opera performance at noon today, and in order not to lose her shape, she can only drink some water a day today."

For his girlfriend's pursuit of performance, Peter still supports and approves. After several years of ups and downs, the relationship between him and Jennifer has also stabilized.

"So she needs to be hungry every time she prepares to perform?"

Wang Dali, who did not know much about this, asked Peter.

"It's not just opera singers, it's actually a lot of actors who can't eat when they're acting in a particular play."

Catherine, a veteran former news editor-in-chief who has also been in charge of the entertainment edition for more than a year, explained to Wang.

"For scenes that need to highlight the actor's figure, the director will generally ask the actor not to eat until the end, whether it is a man or a woman. Therefore, many Hollywood actors have various gastrointestinal problems due to irregular diet. ”

"That's it."

After Catherine finished speaking, Peter nodded in agreement.

"I sometimes think that it doesn't matter if Jennifer goes on like this, when she is young, but if she is older, she will definitely have physical problems. It's a difficult point to grasp between dreams and future health. ”

Didn't Jennifer know that this was not good for her health, she must have known. But for the sake of their dreams, the problems that may arise in the future are not so taken seriously.

In this regard, Peter could only smile helplessly.

Yellow taxis roamed the streets of New York and soon arrived at the hotel that Harry had booked. Following the sweet-smiling waiter in the hotel upstairs, Harry, who was wearing a half-silver mask, quickly appeared in front of several people.

"Strange, help Harry."

Without making him wait, Wang nodded to Strange and motioned for him to look into it to see if Harry's face could be healed with magic.

"I'm Steve Vincent Strange, MD of Surgery, and now in the position of Supreme Mage at Kama Taj."

"I'm Harry Osborne, the chairman of Osborne."

Shaking hands with a smiling Harry, Doctor Strange gestured to the custom-made silver mask on Harry's face.

"Could you please take off your mask? I've heard from Mr. Mighty about your question before, but I still need to check it out. ”

"No problem."

For the people brought by Wang Dali, Harry still believes in it. Although he didn't know what the Supreme Mage was, he felt that Wang Dali wouldn't be joking about his disfigurement.

So he took off the silver mask from his face, revealing half of his face, which had been destroyed by the flames and shards of glass.

Harry was still handsome before his disfigurement, and he was a personable conglomerate. But after the death of my father, all kinds of pressures came one after another.

The best friend was actually the enemy who killed his father, and he was disfigured by the other party. If it weren't for the super-level performance of the friendship between him and Peter over the years, maybe there would be no Spider-Man in this world anymore.

Looking left and right, touching the scars on Harry's face a few times with his hand, Strange nodded lightly.

"It's not a big problem if it's just a partial, so when did your injury occur?"

Hearing Strange say this, Harry held back the excitement in his heart, and said in a calm, but unable to hide the joy in it.

"That was more than two months ago."

"Just over two months?"

This time span is not too long, and it is a relief for Strange. Although he is proficient in using the Eye of Agamotto, or the Time Stone, he is not quite an arm. If the time span is a bit large, there will inevitably be some errors.

It's only been more than two months, and it's still under his control.

Thoughtful, he took a few steps back and held out his hands to notice Harry.

"Please stand here and don't move, this little thing will be resolved soon."

Seeing this, Harry's secretary had the discernment to automatically stand outside the door to prevent any waiters from breaking in. There was finally hope of healing his face, and Harry nervously straightened his already proper clothes.

"Is that okay?"

"All right, Mr. Osborne. But no matter what happens next, I want you to stay calm. ”

Giving Harry a few seconds to prepare, Strange spread his hands and swapped them into a circle on his chest.

Then, the Eye of Agamotto, which he had worn on his neck today, began to glow and levitate in front of him out of thin air.

The pale green glow shone directly on Harry's wounded face, which was trying to keep himself still, causing him to feel a tingling itch and even a tingling sensation.

Although he couldn't see it himself, in the eyes of Peter and the others, Harry's injured face was like a mosaic, moving and reorganizing at a high speed with the resolution of one grain at a time.

A little more than a minute, less than two minutes, Strange stopped urging the eye of Agamotto in his hand, causing the green light to slowly dissipate, and gently wiped the sweat from his head with a napkin next to him.

"Alright, Mr. Harry, you can go to the bathroom and see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

This kind of micro-precision operation requires a lot of concentration, and it is said that some surgeons sweat several pounds when performing major surgery.

This kind of luxury hotel is of course equipped with a bathroom in a private room. Looking at himself in the mirror, Harry lifted his hand and gently stroked it over the disfigured area. At this point, it's the same as it was more than two months ago.

The touch of his skin to his hands is very smooth, not at all like before, there is a very obvious sense of concave and convex and layering.

With a big smile on his face, Harry walked out of the bathroom to meet Peter's reddish eyes and a tight hug.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm really sorry for everything I did to you! But it's great that you're back now! ”

"Peter, let this matter pass."

A comforting pat on his best friend's shoulder, Harry said to him from the bottom of his heart.

"We're best friends!"