Strange was gritting his teeth and trying hard to stop his hands from shaking.

He has always been a confident and proud man, perhaps a little narcissistic. But this does not prevent him from becoming one of the most successful and skilled surgeons in the world.

What Strange relies on is these steady, mechanical hands.

If there hadn't been that car accident.

…

When Strange woke up from the familiar hospital, he saw his former assistant standing in front of him with an unbearable look on his face.

Familiar people and things, but the difference is that the one lying on the hospital bed now is his famous surgical master: Dr. Strange.

Although everyone told him that his hands could be healed, how could he hide this from a man who was a top surgeon himself?

Looking at his hand, which was filled with steel needles, swollen like honey bread, and completely useless, Strange felt that his sky was falling.

Staying in the hospital was completely useless, and Strange once again made a judgment based on his own experience.

In order to save his hands, save his life, and get back what he was proud of, Strange tried various methods. Some of them were even methods that he once regarded as a joke and scorned.

But that still didn't bring any changes to his dark life.

From a top doctor who was favored by everyone, to an outcast who had trouble even picking up a cup to drink water, in just one month, Strange saw all the ups and downs of human relationships.

This also made him more urgent and blindly hoping that he could have a pair of normal hands again.

So, he sold his luxury cars and mansion, and embarked on the road of using "non-scientific" methods to treat his hands almost with all his might.

In nearly a year, Strange has seen almost all kinds of liars in the world.

However, no matter what kind of bitter medicine he drank, how he calmed down to meditate, how he prayed devoutly, he still could not hold up a glass of water steadily.

When he was on the verge of despair, almost resigned to his fate, and even his eyes were about to lose their luster, an old man who Strange had treated found him and gave him a name and an address.

The address is Kama Taj, located in the Himalayas.

His name is Gu Yi, and he seems to be a mysterious monk.

When a person falls into the water, he will grab anything that can help him float, even a straw that can't change the problem at all.

Now, this piece of paper with two names written on it has become Strange's straw.

Anyway, this is already the case, what else can be done.

Go ahead.

After getting on the plane, he changed to a passenger car, then to a tractor, and finally to an ox cart. After several twists and turns, Strange finally arrived at this remote mountain village that can hardly be found on the map: Kamatai

Ji.

Although there was only a glimmer of hope left in his heart, Strange still clutched the piece of paper and asked everywhere about this monk named Ancient One.

It's a pity that the staff here is too complicated, and the few Chinese sentences he learned temporarily can't help him much at all.

After searching hard for a long time, I still couldn't see this mysterious monk.

Holding a piece of dry flatbread and drinking alpine snow water, Strange sat on the steps of a closed shop with disheveled hair.

He was almost giving up.

Maybe only after working hard to pursue hope can people be so calm about the arrival of despair.

Standing up and throwing away the note, Strange walked away in a daze.

Passing through the bustling crowd and smelling the fragrance of Zen, Strange wandered around aimlessly. It was not until he was blocked by two people who suddenly appeared from the shadows that he came back to his senses.

When he turned around, there were also two men behind him who looked malicious, blocking his way back.

Only then did he realize that he had unconsciously avoided the crowd and walked into a deserted alley.

"Oh my god..."

Since people are not familiar with each other, Strange can only hope that the other person will not see him as a rich person.

"Everyone, you have found the wrong person."

Strange pointed to the tattered clothes on his body: "I have no money."

Four people surrounded Strange in the middle, and the leader saw the watch exposed when Strange raised his hand.

When bad people do bad things, they know exactly what they are doing, unlike good people who are forced to do bad things.

Such people, of course, do not have any such thing as compassion or humanity.

"Give me your watch."

The leader did not waver in any way, insisting on the principle that thieves would not steal the money, and did not spare Strange just because he was a poor man.

"Please, this is the only thing that matters to me."

There are many useless things in this world, such as trying to create a perpetual motion machine, or fantasizing about winning the lottery. Reasoning with bad people is also a classic one.

As expected, Strange was knocked to the ground with a punch. Four people surrounded him, punched and kicked him, and took away his watch by force.

Just when a few people were about to sell this watch quickly, buy something for their wives, prove that they were a good man who took care of the family, a good husband who worked hard, and ran out of the alley happily, another person suddenly appeared from the shadows.

The man in front of him punched the leader in the face.

Then, it was a one-sided beating.

Holding the watch, the hooded man walked over to Strange, who struggled to get up, and gave the watch back to him.

"Are you looking for Karma Taj?"

The black guy reached out and took off his hood, revealing his true face and asked curiously.

"Yes...how do you know?"

Brother Hei smiled happily. He pointed to the city behind him: "You asked almost everyone you met in this city. I just heard your questions."

"Then do you know where Kama Taj is!"

The black guy didn't say anything, just smiled and walked forward minding his own business.

After thinking for a moment, Strange also walked over.

…………

Not long after, Brother Black brought Strange to... the old and short wooden door where he was sitting just now.

"Don't tell me, this is Kama Taj."

Strange's expression was somewhat wonderful. He frowned and pointed to the street entrance on the other side, the white tower building that was extremely conspicuous in the small town: "Shouldn't that be more like Kama Taj?"

Brother Black still didn't say anything, he just smiled and opened the door and walked in, leaving Strange with an open door.

We have reached this point, and still...

"That's right." Brother Black came out of the door again.

"If you step through this door, you will forget everything you know."

Familiar, everything?

Does this mean that I should become a monk?

After thinking about it, Strange still pretended to understand and nodded: "...Okay. I understand."

It’s the same sentence: It’s coming.

…………

After following the black man who called himself Mo Do into the narrow and dilapidated wooden door, Strange was surprised to find that the space behind the door was surprisingly large.

As he talked with Mo Du, he seemed to gradually understand what it means to forget everything familiar.

Everything here is really unreasonable and unscientific.

After staying here for a night, he finally saw the ancient master he was looking for at noon the next day.

A bald monk, and a woman.

However, Strange was disappointed.

………………

"Spirit, spirit, spirit! There is no spiritual power at all!"

Strange, who had been meditating for a long time, stood up angrily and kicked away the futon he was sitting on just now.

He originally thought that as long as he met the legendary Ancient Master, his hand would be cured quickly, similar to the one in the story, with potion and thick mud, and he would be reborn.

But this ancient master with a special temperament would only ask him to meditate and feel some spiritual power.

This gave Strange, who had been deceived more than once, a strange and shameful familiarity, and an extraordinary sense of déjà vu.

So, after enduring it for a long time, Strange finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and asked loudly: "We are all made of matter! Bullshit spiritual power! You think you can see through me, right?"

fraud!"

Master Gu Yi just looked at him quietly: "You shouldn't give up halfway."

"Oh?! Really! Are you trying to preach again? I tell you!" Strange pointed his finger at the Ancient One Master, stepped forward angrily, and shouted sternly: "I have seen through you!"
To be continued...