The doctor's words made Strange's head spin beneath the mummy-like layers of bandages.
At that moment, the crushing pain throughout his body and the weakness from losing too much blood hadn't made him feel this desperate. But the doctor's words about amputating his hands made him feel as if he'd plunged into an abyss.
As a highly skilled surgeon, he knew exactly what his hands meant to him.
Without them, how was he supposed to make a living?!
And the doctor was saying they'd have to amputate every finger below the wrists.
Strange was stunned on the spot. Unwilling to accept it, he immediately transferred to his own hospital and called in his best doctor friends to treat him.
But it was no use. Since the surgery had removed parts of his hand bones and nerves, there was no chance he'd ever recover.
Hao Shuai's stomp had left this world's Strange in far worse shape than the Strange in the original story.
After all, the Strange in the original story had only injured the nerves in his hands. Even the slightest exertion would make them tremble uncontrollably and cause him immense pain, leaving him unable to perform delicate tasks or lift heavy objects.
But this Strange's fingers were paralyzed. He couldn't even drink a glass of water without a straw.
As for holding his little guy to pee or wiping his ass, he could forget about that.
Without the use of his hands, Strange's life was utterly miserable.
Of course, he'd searched far and wide for doctors, hoping someone could fix his hands.
Even though he knew that the best medical care in the world was in Rice Country—and that he himself was the best neurosurgeon in Rice Country!
Still, he refused to give up hope. He did everything he