After finishing everything.
Yu Tong landed on the ground, the silver light in her beautiful eyes faded, and her beautiful face was indifferent, "Boss, it succeeded. According to your request, I properly protected his vulnerable parts, but his hand is basically scrapped, and no matter how advanced the neurosurgery technology is, it can't be cured."
Weiss also reported: "Master, I have modified the camera records of this section of the road. I will scrap the car. Everyone will just think this is an ordinary car accident."
“They all did a great job.”
Kyle looked at the Lamborghini stranded in the lake and waved his hand, saying, "The show is over, let's call it a day and go home!"
Half an hour later.
The search helicopter and hospital ambulance finally arrived and performed a life-saving rescue on Strange at the scene of the car accident.
Chapter 469: Breaking off the past and creating a new life
In the single intensive care unit of New York Surgical Hospital.
Strange didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He just felt that he had a very long dream, and his consciousness only vaguely surfaced at the end.
He barely opened his eyes a crack, and all he saw was white, various medical equipment, and an electrocardiogram on the side. It was exactly the intensive care unit of the hospital he was most familiar with.
The only difference was that this time he was the patient lying in the bed.
Strange felt pain all over his body, but his hands were the only part where he felt no pain, not even a hint of feeling...
"Strange, it's okay, it's okay."
A gentle and familiar voice came from his ears. Strange reluctantly shifted his gaze and saw his female colleague Christine squatting beside the bed. She looked at him with concern and kept saying, "Everything will be fine."
"What's wrong with me?"
Strange asked with difficulty, looking at his hands that were fixed in front of his body by various dense steel wires and instruments, and said in horror: "What did they do to me?"
Christine replied reluctantly, "You were in a car accident and the car fell into the lake. It took the paramedics a long time to find you. When they sent you to the hospital, the best time for neurological treatment had already passed..."
She paused and sighed, "There are multiple torn ligaments in the hand, 12 nails inserted into the bones, and severe nerve damage. No one can do better."
"No."
Strange looked at his nearly crippled hands. The last bit of arrogance from the genius forced him to utter a sentence with difficulty, "I can, I can do better..."
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Unnatural Office Building, top floor office.
Kyle sat cross-legged in the chairman's office chair. He swirled the red wine in his glass, took a sip, looked down at the bustling New York streets through the French windows, and said leisurely, "The weather is really nice today."
"I can go with you to bask in the sun."
Lucy walked into the hall in high heels. She was wearing a women's business suit uniform and her golden hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked less innocent and more intellectual and mature.
"Yutong has told me many times how busy you are."
Kyle shrugged in boredom, put down his wine glass, and hugged Lucy who came forward, and gently pinched her elastic round buttocks with his big hands.
Lucy didn't resist, sticking out her pink tongue and saying softly, "It can't be helped. I've been away from Earth for decades, and my financial work has changed a lot. It takes some time to adapt, and I also have to hand over to Tony and his team at Stark Industries."
"Okay." Kyle nodded, absent-mindedly seeming to be thinking about something.
Lucy obviously saw it, and she sat on Kyle's stomach, smiling, "Yutong also told me that you have been paying attention to a surgeon named Strange recently, and you even plotted against him with malicious intent. I heard that he has been selling his car and house recently, constantly looking for a way to heal his paralyzed hands, and now he has reached the end of his rope."
Although they knew that what Kyle did was dark, Lucy and Yutong did not have any aversion to it, but would help Kyle without hesitation. Because the two women believed from the bottom of their hearts that what Kyle did must be right.
If the whole world thinks Kyle is wrong, then the whole world is wrong.
"That's exactly what I want." Kyle smiled faintly and said, "Unless he is at his wit's end and has nowhere else to go, how could he, who is so proud, give up everything he has and pursue a path that most people dare not tread on?"
"What if the doctor finds out about this in the future? Will he blame you?" Lucy only thought about Kyle.
"Maybe, but I don't care."
Kyle's face was calm and natural. Having reached his position and strength, he no longer needed to think about too many things. He just did what he wanted to do.
"Okay, I have to go to work. I'll keep you company tonight."
Lucy twirled her fingers on her left breast teasingly, threw Kyle a wink, and then left the top floor office on her high heels.
"This little devil..."
Kyle shook his head slightly and muttered. After a while, Yutong came into the office again, holding a stack of documents in her hands.
"Boss, I sent out Ka Tu to conduct an extensive investigation of paralytics in New York City, and finally found a person who seemed to be the type you described."
Yutong took out one of the documents, placed it on the table, and used her mind to flip the papers, revealing detailed information of a white young man.
Kyle looked at it and said, "Where is the doctor who diagnosed him before?"
Yutong was prepared and pulled out another document, which contained information about a black doctor. "He is still working as a neurological consultant at a public hospital in New York."
Kyle finished the red wine in the glass, smiled, and ordered: "Now make arrangements to get Strange in touch with the doctor. What happens next... depends on his luck."
"I understand." Yutong nodded seriously.
A few more days passed.
Strange, with messy hair and a full beard, sat on the sofa in his hotel in a very decadent manner. This was his last night staying in the five-star hotel. He would have to move out tomorrow as he could no longer pay the rent.
Not only that.
The cost of six or seven high-tech surgeries almost exhausted the wealth he had saved in the first half of his life.
Half an hour ago, Strange had a big fight with Christine because Christine kept persuading him to give up his paralyzed hands that were incurable and to cheer up and face the current situation of life.
The other party might be right, but how could he cheer up after losing his hands that he was so proud of!
Coming to the bathroom, Strange stared blankly at himself in the mirror, unable to even hold a razor. He felt extremely desperate.
Just then, the cell phone rang.
Strange swiped the screen with his scarred left hand. After the call was connected, his former colleague Mark's voice came over the phone, "Strange, you haven't given up yet, right? I know there's a surgeon in New York who specializes in neurological consultation. Maybe he can help you."
"Send me the location and contact information." Strange took a deep breath and said.
Half an hour later.
Inside the neurosurgery consultation room at New York Public Surgery Hospital.
The black doctor sat face to face with Strange and said bluntly, "I'm sorry, Strange, your hands are not treatable with our current neurological treatment technology."