Daisy had never been good at healing. When it came to killing and arson, she could rattle off a whole list of methods.
But when it came to treating illnesses and saving lives—especially patients like Jane Foster, who hovered on the brink of life and death and did not care about her own life—she could not think of any good solutions for the moment.
"Do you have a follow-up treatment plan?" Captain America asked.
Daisy hesitated. Fate was far too unpredictable. Whenever you thought you had it under control, it would play a cruel joke on you. She-Thor's current problem also involved the divine level, which introduced even more variables.
"I have a few ideas, but they aren't mature yet. I suggest we ask Doctor Strange. He's a neurosurgeon, but he's far more professional than I am."
Captain America was somewhat worried about exposing Jane Foster's true identity, but Daisy felt it did not matter.
Given Doctor Strange's desperate nature, he had surely already used the Time Stone to study all the superheroes. He could not see anything beyond the Time Stone, but She-Thor was still within its scope.
If he wanted to see it, he definitely could.
Rooms had been arranged for everyone aboard the spaceship. The medium-sized warship could carry twenty thousand people at full capacity, yet there were only a little over a thousand aboard now, so everyone had plenty of space and their own rooms.
Doctor Strange was a little withdrawn, and his room was tucked away in a corner along the side of the ship.
When Daisy and Captain America visited, the current Sorcerer Supreme was doing push-ups.
For the chance to drink Super God Water the next time he went to the Animal Universe, Doctor Strange was giving it everything he had.
He still