Occupation: Prince of Wakanda.
Current situation: As the son of the King of Wakanda, T'Chaka, the only heir to Wakanda and the future King of Wakanda, has received a good quality education since childhood. He is currently studying for a doctorate in physics at Oxford University...
Among these four people.
Some are princes, some are prisoners, some are still studying, and some are already doctors. There is absolutely no way to connect them together.
But Kyle was too lazy to even hold a family meeting, but asked for the personal information of these four people by name. There must be a reason for this. Yutong collected all the information in less than half a day.
Watching Kyle reading the archives meaningfully, Yutong showed a surprised expression and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, among the four people, except for Wakanda Prince T'Challa who is quite special, how can the other three attract your attention?"
Kyle smiled faintly, put down the file, and said firmly: "They are special individuals, one in a million. Some of them may be just ordinary people now, but that's just because the opportunity has not come yet. Sooner or later, the corresponding extraordinary destiny will befall them."
Yutong blinked, not quite understanding, and said, "So, we have to wait until the so-called fate comes, until they are no longer ordinary people?"
"Wait, this has never been your boss's style!"
Kyle shook his head slightly and squinted his eyes, saying, "There is no time to wait for them. Since the opportunity has not yet arrived, I will create it!"
"Then what should we do?" Yutong asked.
"This one." Kyle took out Peter Parker's personal file, handed it to Yutong, and instructed: "Send it to Tony and tell him that he will definitely be interested in this boy. Let him think about it carefully."
"I understand." Yutong took Peter's personal file.
"As for the rest."
Kyle looked at the information of the other three people in his hand and exhaled lightly, "Let us do it!"
The hero-making plan begins!
Chapter 467 Doctor Strange
Strange is a neurosurgeon who saves lives.
Yes, saving lives and healing the wounded, even he himself thinks so.
Although he was only in his thirties and had been a doctor for only ten years, when it came to neurosurgery alone, Strange could say with great confidence that if he was only second in New York, no surgeon would dare to claim to be the best in New York.
Strange is undoubtedly a superior and conceited genius. Within ten years, he not only became famous in the medical community for his neurosurgery skills, but also acquired a lot of shares in the surgical hospital, becoming a young and wealthy surgeon and shareholder.
Now Strange no longer cares about the medical expenses. He only cares about the next seriously ill patient he treats and whether the patient has a difficult surgical disease that other doctors cannot solve. He then relies on his extraordinary neurological treatment skills to challenge the patient.
This morning.
Strange drove one of his favorite cars, the Chevrolet A8, through the busy main road to a private surgical hospital in downtown New York to prepare for his daily work as a surgeon.
But as soon as he arrived at the main entrance of the surgical hospital, Strange unexpectedly discovered that the hospital entrance was crowded with media personnel, so much so that many local police officers came and worked with the hospital guards to maintain order at the scene and stop media reporters who wanted to enter the hospital building.
"Except for patients staying in the hospital, their family members, and hospital nurses, no other personnel are allowed to enter the hospital building!" The captain of the security guards wiped the sweat from his face, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and warned the crowd loudly.
A group of media personnel were slightly stunned, and then shouted even harder:
"I'm a patient! Let me go to the emergency room!"
"I'm sick! I'm sick too!"
Strange squeezed into the boiling crowd. The captain of the guard recognized him and hurriedly pulled Strange out of the crowd.
"Captain Philip, what's going on with these media?" Strange asked in confusion.
"Dr. Strange, you'll know when you go in." The captain of the security guards gave Strange a wry smile, and then continued to try his best to hold back the media reporters to prevent them from going in and disturbing the recuperating patients due to their emotional agitation.
Strange could only enter the hospital building with full of doubts, and then he came to the reception hall on the first floor. His female colleague, Dr. Christine Palmer, stepped forward quickly, pulled his arm and walked towards the elevator, "Come with me quickly, the dean and the chairman are waiting for you!"
Strange ran after him and couldn't help asking, "Doctor Christine, what happened inside the hospital? It's not a major medical incident, right? You're so anxious, it's not like you normally."
"Our hospital has been acquired! How can we not be anxious?" Christine said unhappily.
"What did you say?" Strange was stunned.
In the employee-only elevator going up to the high-level conference hall.
Strange's face tensed, he thought calmly, and muttered, "That's not right! Even if the hospital is acquired, according to the treaty, a shareholders' meeting should be held first, and the decision should be made through voting step by step. After all, this is a big deal."
Christine shrugged and said, "Because of the identity of the acquirer and the price offered, the major shareholder had no reason to refuse, so he agreed on his own initiative. Now the other party, the dean, and the shareholders are signing the contract in the conference room. The dean asked me to wait for you downstairs, and when you arrive, I will take you directly to the conference hall."
"After all, our hospital is one of the top three in New York City, and it's the only private surgical hospital! How could they be so careless... Who are they?" No matter how calmly Strange thought, he couldn't come up with a complete answer.
"You just said I wasn't calm enough. You'll know when you get to the conference hall." Kristen kept it a secret and said softly, "If I were to describe it, the other person would be... the ceiling."
Ceiling? What's the adjective
Strange's own genius and arrogance made him want to compete with the other party.
When Christine brought Strange to the corridor of the conference room, the door of the conference hall suddenly opened. The old director of the hospital walked in front, followed by a dozen shareholder directors. All of them bent over attentively and walked out around a man and a woman like stars surrounding the moon.
"Christine, the other party you are talking about, is it..."
Strange stopped in his tracks, mouth wide open, in a daze. Even without the crowd surrounding them, the man and woman were equally eye-catching. The man was young and handsome, the woman was elegant and stunning. No one could take their eyes off them when they walked together.
Kyle Carr, the symbol of peace, and Yutong Carr, the chairman of Unnatural Agency.
Isn't this the ceiling
Represents the ceiling of all industries, achievements, money, power, etc.!
The hospital director obviously saw Strange and hurriedly walked up to him, pulling him aside and whispering, "Strange, you're too slow. The contract has already been signed. You can just add your signature later."
Without waiting for Strange's response, the old dean pulled Strange and turned to Kyle and Yutong, introducing them: "Mr. Kyle, Miss Yutong, this is Stephen Strange, the most outstanding neurosurgeon in our hospital, and also one of the shareholders of the hospital."
"oh?"
Kyle smiled faintly. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body and three-quarter casual pants on the lower body. His tall and strong perfect physique and gentle and calm domineering temperament made the shareholders next to him with beer bellies consciously keep a certain distance.
To know.
The symbol of peace Kyle was a demon killer in World War II, and his current status is ridiculously high. Even if he behaves easy-going, no one dares to be really easy-going with him.
What no one on the field expected was that Kyle suddenly stepped forward and extended his left hand to Strange, "Doctor Strange, right? Hello."
Not only the others were stunned, but Strange was also stunned. Fortunately, Christine pushed him, and Strange was flattered and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Kyle.
In front of the living legend of New York, all his genius and arrogance disappeared.
Because the other party is the most outstanding genius.
"Strange, you are a surgeon."