My girlfriend is a Kryptonian

Future Anniversary Headquarters, General Manager's Office.

A young man who looked to be only about eighteen years old, with a body that was in perfect proportions and a white shirt that stretched out three-dimensionally, and a handsome face was sitting on an office chair.

As for the luxurious and high-end office chair, a young and beautiful girl with short blond hair wearing a hip-hugging skirt stood quietly beside it like a little secretary.

"Are you...Xinian? Xinian Prince?!"

Strange walked into the living room and stared at the black-haired boy with almost dull eyes.

"Long time no see, Doctor Strange." Xinian smiled and nodded, "Let's sit down and chat."

"It's really you. I thought you suffered from illness three years ago..."

Strange was stunned.

At first, Strange was flown directly from New York to Washington by Lorna to see a doctor in Xinian.

It seemed that cancer was one of the most terrifying terminal diseases in human beings, and it was ten times more terrifying than cancer. It was like being targeted by the God of Death.

Even with Strange's superb medical diagnosis, he could only survive for three days at most.

And now three years have passed.

The boy who was supposed to be dead was unscathed, his face was rosy, and he was sitting on the chair unchanged from three years ago.

Medical miracle?

"Oh, I have indeed been dead for three years, and now I have just come back to life." Xinian said casually.

"..."

Strange always feels that his three views will be severely subverted by the other party every time.

Die and come back to life?

Is this still a human being?

Strange sat down on the chair in front of his desk, and his brain digested the huge amount of information for a while. Then he looked at Xinian in surprise and said, "Are you the manager of the future era?"

"No." Xinian simply shook his head.

While Strange was inexplicably relieved, Xinian said bluntly: "I am the chairman of this company, and the manager is one of the housekeepers in my family."

"..."

Strange didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a while, then slowly exhaled and said with a bitter smile: "As expected of you. You can always subvert my imagination from various angles."

He looked at the girl standing next to Xinian, whose appearance, figure, and temperament were all eye-catching: "This is..."

"Hello, Mr. Strange, my name is Gwen Stacy." Gwen is holding a document. She has neat short hair and is intellectually beautiful. She is petite and has perfect curves. Her black stockings are straight and even. She really looks like a girl. A standard little secretary said politely with a smile on her face.

"She's my girlfriend." Xinian added with a wink.

Gwen's face turned a little crimson, but she didn't refute this.

Strange felt like he was being fed a mouthful of dog food. Could you please be considerate of a disabled person who has paralyzed hands and has been single for more than thirty years without a girlfriend?

Xinian's eyes fell on Strange's hidden hands: "Okay. Doctor, how are your hands now?"

Strange sighed and struggled to lift his stiff hands wrapped in bandages: "As you can see. Due to a car accident, the palms of the hands are highly paralyzed and unable to move. There is nothing the hospital can do."

Xinian suddenly looked stunned.

Under his gaze, a faint black smoke lingered on the palms of Strange's paralyzed hands like mist in the morning, melting and disintegrating.

Like the shadow of death!

"Xinian?"

It wasn't until Gwen's words came from the side that Xinian came back to his senses.

Xinian looked at Strange again. There was still some black mist, as if he had seen it wrong just now.

However, how could I have seen it wrong with my spider sense!

"Gwen, did you notice anything unusual about me just now? For example, my eyes." Xinian asked Gwen directly.

"No." Gwen replied: "You were just in a daze for a moment. Other than that, there is nothing abnormal."

"Then what did you see just now, Black Mist?" Xinian's eyes fell back on Strange's hands again.

Gwen shook his head: "I didn't see any black fog."

"What's wrong?" Strange was even more confused about this, and obviously did not see the strange scene in Xinian's eyes just now.

Xinian's eyes narrowed slightly.

It turns out that he is the only one who can see it...

"nothing."

Xinian shook his head and snapped his fingers: "Alice."

Immediately.

A ray of blue light, like a scanning ray, fell from the ceiling of the office and scanned Strange's hands up and down.

After waiting for the scan to be completed, Xinian asked directly: "Can it be cured?"

In the office, Alice's sweet and clear voice quickly replied:

"The muscles are severely necrotic and the nerves are highly damaged. It would be great if they could be sent here for treatment within a week of the injury."

When Strange heard this, his eyes suddenly dimmed and his heart continued to sink.

But the artificial intelligence Alice continued: "Due to the delay, there are only three treatment options left."

"One is to directly discard the old limbs and replace them with new ones. The other is to add some metal to repair the nerves and transform the old limbs into semi-mechanical and semi-biological ones. The last one is to discard the old limbs and replace them with a pair of metal ones. Mechanical limbs.”

"Three... kinds? What's the effect?" Strange's mouth was dry.

Alice: "No matter which treatment plan is used, your hands can at least return to their original use and function, or even exceed it!"

Strange's eyes widened in excitement, and his body couldn't help trembling.

"Doctor, what do you think?" Xinian said: "I personally recommend you to choose the third option. Since your hand is already necrotic, you might as well go straight to mechanical ascension!"

Strange took a deep breath and said, "I want to choose the second one."

Whether it is the first or the third one, the old limbs must be abandoned.

Only the second one is to highly repair the old limbs while retaining them.

Strange was unwilling to give up the original hands that once made him a genius doctor.

Since it was Strange's own choice, Xi Nian did not persuade him and said, "Alice, help him arrange it."

Alice: "Mr. Strange, you can be treated in the laboratory of the future era today, and the repair is expected to be completed tomorrow."

"Thank you, Xi Nian, thank you." Strange's eyes were full of gratitude, and he kept thanking him.

"Didn't you help me before?" Xi Nian smiled.

"I didn't help much those two times."

Strange shook his head and felt ashamed.

"Aren't we friends? Friends don't care about these things." Xi Nian shrugged.

For him, helping Strange was not even a small effort.

Xi Nian thought for a moment and said with a smile: "If you feel you owe me anything, come to work in my company after your hand is healed. I need elite talents like you here."

"Then it's settled." Strange's scruffy face also showed a smile: "Future Chronicle is now a workplace that many people dream of."

...

After saying goodbye to Strange.

Xi Nian and Gwen came to a busy pedestrian street not far from the headquarters of Future Chronicle.

There is one thing that Xi Nian needs to confirm urgently!