Ancient One, Stephen Strange

Chapter 811

The clouds overhead were as thick as lead, hanging heavily over the city and pressing it into a suffocating, somber gloom.

Crackle!

A bolt of silver-white lightning split the leaden clouds, turning the city shrouded in night into a terrifying, ghastly white.

The torrential rain fell heavily like scattered beans, striking the withered red maple leaves on the streets. The drains along both sides quickly filled, forming streams that surged toward the sewers.

The withered red maple leaves did not wash into the sewers with the current. Instead, they caught on the grates, pressed tightly against them, unable to move forward.

Stephen Strange was like one of those withered red maple leaves, having reached what he felt was the end of the road, unable even to be swept into the sewers by the rushing water.

"I don't think you understand how severe your injuries are. Even the finest doctors can't do it."

"I understand. I know, I..."

"What you're asking me to do is simply impossible. You should find Dr. Helen Cho from Medical Rebirth, have your hands amputated, and then use a Regeneration Cradle to regrow them. That may be the only way to restore your damaged nerves. Otherwise, no surgery can guarantee that your hand nerves will fully recover."

"I did look. The Regeneration Cradle was destroyed during the Battle of New York. Even if they make new ones, I won't have a chance to use one until twenty years from now. I..."

"This is completely impossible, Stephen. I have my reputation to consider as well. That's it."

"Please, Etienne, wait..."

Stephen Strange's beard was a mess, his eyes bloodshot. Despair showed on his face, yet he still struggled and pleaded with Dr. Etienne on the other side of the video call. In the end, however,