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"Do you need me to help you call someone in?" Looking at Stephen Strange, who didn't dare to stare at him anymore, Ryan Liu smiled.

"Hallucinations, all hallucinations!"

Stephen Strange, who closed his eyes, muttered to himself.

"Since you talked about hallucinations, let's talk about it in a different way." Liu Ruian also closed his eyes as he spoke.

The next moment, Stephen Strange, who was lying on the hospital bed, noticed that a huge force pulled him downward.

"Ahh

Stephen Strange, who subconsciously opened his eyes, found himself on a beach in Hawaii.

"This ...... It's ......"

Stephen Strange, whose eyes widened, quickly raised his hands and shook them in front of him, only to find that his hands were still so slender and flexible, as if they had never been injured.

At this time, a somewhat lazy voice came from the side:

"I hope you like this product trial."

"You!" Stephen Strange, who subconsciously turned his head, found an acquaintance lying on the adjacent beach chair.

"Isn't that weird?" Liu Ruian, who was slowly tasting a glass of wine and enjoying a comfortable afternoon, said with a smile:

"You said you saw only hallucinations in the ward, so I'll show you the real hallucinations."

"You're saying it's just my hallucination?"

Stephen Strange, who was trying to keep himself calm, looked around as he spoke.

Blue skies, fresh air with the scent of the sea, warm sunshine, and bikini beauties everywhere.

From sight to hearing, from smell to physical sensations, Stephen Strange did not have the slightest hint of being hallucinating.

"Illusion, to be exact." Liu Ruian corrected with a smile.

"Illusion?!"

Holding his hands in front of him again and shaking them, Stephen Strange's expression was pained.

It is said that there is no right to speak without comparison, and after learning that his hands have been scrapped, Stephen Strange does not know how much he hopes that all this is just his own illusion.

But the hands that are now intact make it clear to Stephen Strange that everything he is experiencing now is an illusion.

"Stephen, can we talk about it now?" Liu Ruian, who gave the other party enough time to buffer, smiled faintly.

"What the hell do you want?" Stephen Strange looked at someone with a look of hope in his eyes.

Liu Ruian knew very well that although the poor unlucky guy in front of him was very conceited and arrogant, his head was not stupid at all.

No!

Not stupid, to be exact, but also smart, quite smart.

Not to mention, in terms of the use of his own abilities alone, Stephen Strange is far better than most superheroes who only know how to passively use their own powers!

Much stronger!

Otherwise, it would not have made Dormammu, the master of the dignified dark space, extremely embarrassed and collapsed, and finally had to leave in disgrace.

"Looks like you have something in mind, yes, the business I want to talk to you about is about your hands." Liu Ruian said with a smile.

"You...... Can you heal my hands? Stephen Strange, whose eyes were both expectant and a little frightened, asked.

"Of course, for me, it's just a minor issue." Liu Ruian, who nodded, had a natural expression.

Stephen Strange still has some reservations about this statement.

"So, what do I have to give?" Stephen Strange, who had some regret in his heart, asked.

It is not difficult to see Liu Ruian's reaction, finally sat up from the beach chair and said with a smile:

"Huh...... Looking at you like this, it seems that you think I am some kind of demon who likes to play with other people's souls. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you, by the way, or the souls of the people around you."

"Of course, since it's a deal, you're going to have to give something."

"I'm desperate to have my hands healed, but ......," said Stephen Strange, who raised his hands, with a wry smile.

"But I have to warn you, I'm fast, no, I think I'm going to have nothing."

"If you're talking about money, then you don't have to worry about it at all." Liu Ruian, who shook his head, said with a smile:

"Money can indeed buy a lot of things, and it is true that you can buy all kinds of magical treasures from me."

"But this time, I don't plan on making a lot of money from you."

"Hearing you say that, I am even more uneasy." Stephen Strange, who looked at the other party, said matter-of-factly.

"Ha, talking to smart people is easy to do." beckoned to get two glasses of whiskey on the rocks, and after handing out one of them, Liu Ruian smiled:

"Don't worry, I don't want money or your soul, I just want a promise."

"Promise?" Stephen Strange, who was stunned for a moment, asked.

"Yes, a promise." After taking a sip of the top whiskey in the glass, Liu Ruian nodded sincerely.

"What promise?" Stephen Strange asked.

"At a certain time, I'll ask you for something." Liu Ruian, who stood up, admired the blue sea and said with a smile:

"This thing won't hurt you, and it won't hurt your family and friends."

"Can you elaborate on that?" Stephen Strange, who was never naïve enough to think that pizza would fall from the sky, said.

After about half an hour, Stephen Strange, who had asked almost all the questions he could think of, felt like he was dreaming.

While he didn't know what someone wanted, even Stephen Strange knew that it wasn't easy.

But for him now, it is not for nothing that he can restore the health of his hands, but it definitely does not include this one.

When Stephen Strange opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the hospital room.

Subconsciously moved his hands, and all that came and went was pain, double pain both physically and mentally!

"Stephen, take a look at this contract." Sending a contract made of unknown skin to the other party, Liu Ruian said.

Look carefully at the many clauses in the contract, especially in the clause "Party B shall not change this contract by any means or hide the terms that are unfavorable to Party A." "I watched and looked.

After several confirmations, Stephen Strange nodded, indicating that there was no problem with the contract.

"Then ......" Liu Ruian, who got the agreement, took the contract and gently pressed it on the other party's hand.

Stephen Strange's hands were still bandaged, but there were five bloody fingerprints on the signature of the contract.