It’s not anger that fills his mind at this moment, but fear-he’s afraid of his career destroying, he’s afraid of his talent wave.
"No, if I want to save my hands, I have to … I have to do this …"
Thinking of this, he hesitated to find Goofy again.
"Goofy should not from ruin? He should be looking at my attitude. Many people are very unhappy with my personality … "
"Am I too arrogant, too arrogant? Maybe, but I think I’m actually okay … "
"By the way, it must be because I lost my temper with Christine when he came in … Oh, damn it, I don’t want to lose my temper with Christine either. I know she is helping me, but their operation failed so badly. Is that my colleague’s ability? That’s a disgrace to the medical profession! "
"All I have to do is go to Goofy and apologize. I’ll go to Goofy and admit my mistake. So …"
Thought of here, strange immediately denied his idea.
His pride prevent him from doing so.
"Why should I apologize to him? I was in the car accident, not him! "
"I’m not speeding, watching a mobile phone hit him into a disability? I eat my own bitter fruit … "
"He is a superhero, saved new york, saved the citizens is great? Who is not a hero? I have been a neurosurgeon for years. Have I saved people less than him? "
"If it’s a big deal, a generation of disabilities wants me to apologize to Goofy and dream!"
"I don’t believe that I have no other way to cure my hands!"
After making up his mind, strange fell asleep again with anger. He was going to contact neurologists all over the world early in the morning to discuss the possibility of recovering his hands together.
It’s a pity that strange’s efforts have made his hope more and more dim since he came here, because every expert doctor he has communicated with agrees that there is no way to recover his hands.
The car accident was so traumatic to his nerves that it was almost irreparable.
One day, three days, a week.
Strange is gradually able to walk freely and no longer needs to lie in a hospital bed or sit in a wheelchair.
But his hands still don’t work, and it’s hard to even twist a mineral water bottle or tap a keyboard.
Every time he stretched out his hands, his hands trembled as if they were touching, so that his hands, let alone being a surgeon, even wiped his ass in the toilet.
On the afternoon of the third week, an expert from Paris called strange. His views on strange’s hands were exactly the same as those of the previous experts. He also thought that strange’s hands were not likely to recover.
"damn it! What kind of expert are you? You can’t even do such an operation. Do you have the face to call yourself an expert? ！” -strange completely ignored the face of his peers and swore at the expert in his words.
The expert didn’t retort; he really sympathized with the poor disabled person.
He hung up silently to make strange’s grumpy voice disappear.
Strange kept cursing at the blind words for another five minutes before giving up. His face turned red with anger.
When the curse was over, he hung up with trembling fingers.
Looking back, he suddenly saw a familiar figure at his door.
Christine
This once b friend of his looked at him with a cold face.