"Tell me, why don't the people in the temple help me with treatment directly, but want me to learn spells by myself?"

The surgeon was still curious after all, and asked him about his doubts. This was what he didn't understand. He didn't believe that Kamathaj didn't have any healing spells, but the king asked him to learn it on his own...

Roger rolled his eyes. There is no need to ask. I want you to inherit the big position. Moreover, you only have nerve damage. With the strengthening of your mental power, your hands can be cured without treatment. But you can't say this. You have to put it another way.

.

Roger pretended to say, "Maybe it's because you didn't pay..."

Stephen Strange: "..."

Roger continued, "Look, there are so many people in the temple who want to eat, drink, and have sex, right? Moreover, you were a poor person when you entered. They also provide food and accommodation to students who don't have money, and they teach for free and give them back

If you want to treat your hand, you will definitely have to rely on yourself, after all, it will cost money to hire a doctor for surgery."

"Secondly, you see, most spells have to pay a certain price. Although the price of white magic is small, you still have to pay. You are a new pauper. If someone uses high-level white magic to treat you at such a high price, you

But if you can’t get any reward, naturally no one will be willing to force you.”

"Mages also have human rights. Whether or not they can treat you depends on your own volition, right~"

Stephen Strange suddenly realized that he had been like this before. Without money, it was impossible for him to operate on patients. Why should he ask others for something he couldn't do himself?

"Luo, thank you very much. I don't know how to repay you for the price you paid for treatment with black magic. I can tell you what you want in the future, as long as I can fulfill it." Stephen Strange said sincerely.

"Haha, there is no need to repay. In fact, it has always been my dream to save people in the world. It's a pity that I am not a medical student, so I can't save too many people. After all, black magic is a crooked way and cannot be used in hospitals...

..”

Hearing Roger's words, Stephen Strange suddenly felt that his life had been sublimated, and said to Roger seriously, "When I go back, I will never just focus on money like before. I will

I will fulfill my duty as a doctor."

At this moment, the surgeon still doesn't want to be a mage, because during his time in the New York Temple, he also understood that magic is like reading, there are no shortcuts.

He stayed for almost a month, but he didn't learn a single spell, and he couldn't even get started. The spells felt to him as difficult as reading another area. He was already in his early thirties, would it take another twenty years?

Time to study and graduate?

In this country, even if pleasure is the correct value, as an ascetic, practicing in the temple day after day, year after year, few people can endure the hardship.

Yes, practicing magic is not as wonderful as ordinary people imagine. Instead, it is as hard as the college entrance examination. Studying, reviewing, solving problems, and practicing day after day. This is the truth of the magic world.

Later, the surgeon made rapid progress, perhaps because he improved while fighting Dormammu in the time cycle. After all, no one knows how many years they have been reincarnating.

To make Dormammu, who has no concept of time, give up, maybe ten thousand years? One hundred million years? Every time he is resurrected and practices a magic, after so many times, the pig can become a doctor.

Roger was surprised and said, "Are you planning to go back and continue to be a doctor? Are you not going to stay in the temple?"

Stephen Strange shook his head, "No, I have understood one thing during this period. Magic is the same as studying medicine. Without decades of accumulation, it will never become a climate. Instead of wasting more than ten years to become a mage, it is better to go back to the hospital.

More people can be saved."

"Now that you have decided, I wish you the best. By the way, I am also in New York. Please contact me if you have nothing to do~"

Roger raised his glass and clinked it with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and finally got the surgeon back on track and let him continue his practice as a doctor.

Stephen Strange was also very happy. His hand was cured within a month of coming to the temple, and both parties were very happy.

Reading with rice balls

"Luo, I'm going back first. I will resign from Wang tomorrow and go back to the hospital to continue my career as a doctor."

After finishing the drink and dispersing, Roger looked around a little guiltily and didn't see a bald head. Fortunately, the other party didn't mind that he turned the corner to the surgeon.

etc--

Could it be that Stephen Strange is not the Supreme Mage of this time and space at all? Is it Tony?

Roger recalled that when he was caught in the Time Bureau, the judge cut out what he said, and Tony was incited by his little butterfly and turned into the Supreme Mage.

That’s why Baldhead ignored his abduction of Stephen Strange and continued to work as a doctor?

It’s hardened, there is only one truth——

For a while, Roger was so sad that he could only go back to the bar to drink to relieve his sorrow.

When Stephen Strange returned, he planned to submit his resignation to Wang. Wang readily agreed and told him that he could leave whenever he decided. Kamal Taj would never force anyone to stay for a long time, nor would he refuse anyone.

Destined people.

After the surgeon packed his luggage, he sat quietly in the room and looked up at the sky.

He suddenly felt a little reluctant to give up, because the world of magic is so colorful...

"?(???)?...?"

Roger was driving down Clinton Avenue humming the song "Never Know My Relatives".

suddenly……

With a whooshing sound, a black shadow flew over his head in the sky.

Roger opened his eyes and took a closer look. He saw that the man was actually swinging.

"Wocao? Little Spider??? This timeline is wrong..." Roger screamed strangely.

Didn't Spider-Man have to wait until Captain America's Civil War to appear? Why did he come out so early? Could it be Garfield or Tobey's version of Spider-Man?

Roger quickly turned around and followed the car, and then saw the little spider swinging into an alley.

In a dark alley, two black men were holding a knife and a gun and were shopping a woman in her forties for zero dollars.

"Be good, hand over the money, don't force us to do it, you know."

The woman was not dressed like a particularly wealthy person, otherwise she would not have come home so late. She had obviously just gotten off work.

"I... only have so much left, please don't hurt me..."

The woman tremblingly took out a pile of change, about twenty or thirty dollars.

"Unfortunately, I waited most of the night and finally caught a fat sheep for only such a small amount of money."

The two of them cursed each other after taking the money.

Suddenly, a black man signaled, because the clothes on the chest of the woman who was robbed looked a little messy because of fear.

Looking at the deep ditch as white as snow, the little black guy showed a greedy expression on his face.

"No, brother, at such an old age you have to..." Another companion's face twitched.

They are only around 20, and the last one is 40 or 50...

I don’t know who took advantage of whom.

"It's the same even if the lights are off."

"Then... get on?"

Seeing the increasingly uncomfortable looks in their eyes, the woman's expression changed and she was about to run away. At this moment, a figure swinging from the sky fell from the sky.

"Hey, I think you should give that lady her money back and apologize to her."

It's a little spider. I haven't seen him for half a year. His size has started to increase dramatically. I don't know if it's due to a mutation in the spider gene. He's almost 1.7 meters tall.

The little boy who was originally has turned into a big boy.

One of the black men waved the gun in his hand with an unkind expression, "Hey, shameless guy, don't be too troublesome. You don't think the guy in my hand is a toy, do you?"

"Oh, of course, I never thought it was a toy gun, so..."

"so.......?!"

Whoosh——

Before Xiao Hei could react, a white spider silk hit his hand as fast as lightning, sticking his hand and the gun to the wall.

When the companion on the side saw this, he hurriedly took a dagger and was about to stab him. The little spider dodged and avoided the opponent's knife, and then sprayed out spider silk and stuck to his body.

The opponent continued to swing the knife, but the little spider flexibly moved around his body, and then sprayed out a lot of spider silk. After a while, he was tied into a rice dumpling.

At this time, before the companion whose hand was stuck to the wall could break free, the little spider had already slowly walked over.

"Damn~" Xiao Hei had no choice but to wave his other hand to hit the little spider.

Whoosh——

A few more spider threads firmly stuck Xiao Hei to the wall in the shape of a large font.

"Fake..."

Whoosh——

Another one blocked the other person's mouth, and then the little spider slowly found the money they had robbed.

"Hello madam, would you like to see if the money you were robbed is correct?"

Peter took out all the money from his little black pocket and handed it all to the woman.

The woman said gratefully, "Thank you so much, the amount is right, and it's dozens of dollars more."

Peter: "......"

Just when she was about to ask the other party to return the money that didn't belong to her, the woman had already stuffed it into her pocket.
To be continued...