Gaius's Divination Shop.
Stephen Strange pushed open the door and walked in, looking somewhat restrained.
Upon entering the hall, the first thing he saw was the central Divination room, enclosed by two long staircases, with two spacious reception rooms on either side.
"Welcome." Aaron, seated behind the Divination table, offered a gentle smile. "Fate showed me that I would have a special customer today. If nothing unexpected happened, that customer should be you."
Strange forced a smile, his gaze at Aaron gaining a measure of suspicion.
He had not come for Divination, nor did he think there was anything particularly special about himself. More importantly, Aaron was far too young. Could someone like this really heal his hands?
"Hello, I'm Strange. Stephen Strange.
"I'm not here for Divination."
"I can tell." Aaron said indifferently. "My Divination fees start at one hundred thousand dollars, but you don't look like you can afford that."
Strange relaxed slightly. Fortunately, he was not here for Divination.
"What can I do for you?"
"I heard you're a doctor." Strange raised his hands. "The archbishop of the Holy Court recommended that I come to you. He said you might be able to heal these hands of mine."
"Carter Slade sent you to me?" Aaron raised a brow, then studied the trembling hands in the air with interest. "Torn ligaments, damaged nerves. Your hands are ruined!"
"You can tell?" Strange asked in surprise.
"You said I was a doctor. Isn't it only natural that I can tell?"
"Then can you treat them?"
Seeing the nervous anticipation in Strange's eyes, Aaron could not help but sneer. "Yes, but it won't be cheap.
"Looking at you now, though, I'm guessing it'll be hard for you to pay the medical fees."
"How much?" Strange asked in a low voice.
"How