Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1175 Alternative Therapy and Advanced Science (Second More)
The man with the short hair looks quite young, probably not over 40 years old.After lifting the hood of the black and green cloak, Stephen Strange saw a long scar protruding from the man's forehead, which was darkened by the sun and hard work. "Are you looking for Karma Taj?" Seeing Stephen Strange just nodded stupidly, the stranger asked again.At the same time he stamped on the punk's fingers with the sole of his shoe, showed them the pistol behind the cloak, and warned them not to open their mouths, "If so, tell me, in English."

At this moment, the adrenaline was slowly fading, and Stephen Strange's breathing gradually became calmer.

Has this person been following him?Did he hear himself asking about Karma Taj?
Before Stephen Strange could utter his doubts, the stranger walked forward on his own, leaving the howling punk behind.Stephen Strange glanced back, those little bastards didn't even have time to put away the daggers that fell on the ground, and ran out of the dark alley without even thinking of speaking harshly.Holding his aching arm, Stephen Strange followed the stranger through the winding streets of Kathmandu for a long time. During this time, Stephen Strange always tried to ask questions, but the stranger couldn't say a word. There was no response—they passed many ruined temples and rejoined the crowd.Stephen Strange was quite familiar with the stench of those poor people and the streets. He even knew this road. He passed by it more than once in the past few days. I bought local food with the only money left on my body, and then went back to the hotel and had diarrhea.

At last the stranger stopped beside a wooden door in a brick wall.

"This is it? Have you found the right place?" Stephen Strange asked.He glanced back at the temple he had passed before. "That place looks more like...Kama Taj."

Mi Shengren looked straight into Stephen Strange's eyes with a serious face, as if his nature was as hard as steel. "I've been in the same position before, asked the same question, with the same disrespect... Can I give you some advice?"

Stephen Strange nodded.He can only nod, this is the only purpose of his coming to Kathmandu.

"Forget everything you think you know."

"Okay, I see." Stephen Strange could only say so. "It's all a trick to deceive people." He thought to himself, "but what can I do? I need an answer, an answer that can cure me. Even if the other party says that the worshiper here is an angel in garter stockings, I can nod in agreement."

"There are indeed angels in suspenders here." The serious atmosphere deliberately created by the savior was broken, and he said helplessly, "There is a car license plate here that is considered transparent pajamas."

"What? Can you read minds?"

"Go in!"

Stephen Strange was pushed into the door that didn't know when to open in a daze, and then he saw a man who looked very similar to him.The man was dressed in a robe similar to that of the savior, with the same astonishment on his face, but before Stephen Strange could take a second look, the stranger pushed him and continued to walk in, past the sculpture-covered, swept-off place. Spotless square.He couldn't resist, so he was led by the stranger into a room lit with incense. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the hollow flower wall, reflecting mottled patterns on the wooden floor. "This is the temple of our mentor, Supreme Master Gu Yi." The savior said, "Keep quiet here."

"Ancient One?" Stephen Strange hadn't recovered from his panic, "What's his real name?"

The man just looked at him quietly, and the savior ignored Stephen Strange's question, but took out the pistol pinned to his waist and handed it to a mystic in the room.Stephen Strange took a few more steps into the room, and an older Asian man was sitting on a chair. Stephen Strange nodded to him. "Thank you... oh!" Two women appeared out of nowhere and helped him take off his heavy coat. "Okay, that's not bad." He thanked dazedly, then took a sip of tea, "Thank you, hello!"

A woman in a moon-white robe with a shaved head offered him a cup of tea. "Thank you." Stephen Strange thanked again, and then turned to the sitting Asian man, "Thank you, Gu Yi, for being willing to meet me."

"You're welcome." The supreme mage suppressed a smile that had succeeded in a prank.

Stephen Strange looked at his savior with a puzzled face. "This is Gu Yi." The stranger rolled his eyes helplessly, "You've got the wrong person."

"Master Modu, you have worked hard." Master Zun Zhizun said to Modu. "Thank you too, Master Hamel. Mr. Strange..."

"It should be Doctor Strange." The overly sweet tea revived the hungry Stephen Strange, and he emphasized it again. "I am a doctor."

"I'm sure you're not a doctor anymore," the Supreme Master said to him with a smile. "Isn't that why you came here? How many times have you had surgery? Seven, or eight?"

"How did she know?" An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and Stephen Strange felt that he had fallen into a trap.A trap set by the rehab physical therapist, Jonathan Pangborn, and some organized crime.But he still didn't choose to turn around and leave, after all he spent everything to find Kama Taj. "Seven times," said Stephen Strange, "rejected the eighth time."

The Supreme Sorcerer walked to a low table and began to make tea on his own.Stephen Strange couldn't hold back anymore, and asked straight to the point, "Did you heal a man named Jonathan Pangborn before? He was paralyzed at the time."

"In a way, yes," said the Supreme Mage.Mordo stood a few feet away with a cold face, staring intently at Stephen Strange, as if he was afraid that he would offend His Holiness by doing something inappropriate.

"You made him walk again!"

"Yes." The Supreme Mage replied with a smile.

"Impossible!" said Stephen Strange. "How did you heal a complete spinal cord injury caused by damage to the C7 and C8 nerve roots?"

"Oh, I didn't cure him." The Sorcerer Supreme said as if Stephen Strange was a fool. "He can't walk, I just convinced him that he can walk."

"Aren't you talking about physical and mental healing?" Stephen Strange looked at the Supreme Mage dubiously.He had seen the film, and Jonathan Pangborn's spinal cord injury had been severe.He has never believed in alternative treatments such as crystal therapy, homeopathy, aromatherapy, and bioresonance. Jonathan Pangborn's nerve damage is definitely not something that can be cured by pseudoscience. It must be some kind of advanced technology such as stem cell cultivation. treat.

"When you reattach a damaged nerve, do you allow it to heal, or does the body allow it to heal?"

"It's cells." Stephen Strange answered the Supreme Mage's question.

"Cells repair in a certain way. What if I told you that the body can be persuaded to repair itself in a variety of ways?"

"You mean cell regeneration?" Stephen Strange became excited. "This is cutting-edge medical technology. That's why you work here, right? There is no supervision by the medical committee, and no scientific ethics." He really wants to visit the laboratory here and read about the research on cell regeneration Paper, at this moment he understood everything, why all the people who told him about this matter would play tricks, because this research violated the current laws of many countries, after all, many aspects of cell regeneration need to involve stem cell cultivation, and The most convenient way to obtain human stem cells is to use human fertilized eggs, which inevitably violates the ethical concepts of many people.

"So you have developed a method that allows nerve cells to restore themselves?" Stephen Strange looked forward to the answer, after all, this is a Nobel Prize-level scientific research achievement, ""How far has your treatment progressed? up?

"No, Mr. Strange." The Supreme Master suddenly became serious, "I know how to better guide the spirit to heal the body."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)