Original God Traveler in Marvel

Chapter 125 Hostility

"I have something in my hand? What do you mean?"

Several people were sitting together, while Paimon gnawed on a small cake, he asked Zhongli vaguely.

Lin Ze couldn't get used to her little face, pulled out the tissue on the table, and gently wiped off the cream on Paimon's cheeks.

Zhongli picked up the porcelain cup on the table, wiped the froth on the tea, took a sip, and said slowly:

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be something made of metal or minerals in Mr. Strange's hands during the treatment. These foreign objects hinder the treatment of Barbara's singing."

"Her singing can restore the damaged nerves, but the channel that should have been built by the human body itself is now occupied by those foreign objects. The surging healing power allows the fast-repairing nerves to crowd and rob her. If it wasn't for Barbara Come to a stop fast enough that this gentleman's hands are about to 'pop out'."

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"My God... Mr. Stephen, I'm so sorry..."

What Zhongli said made Barbara even more depressed.

"Barbara..."

Paimon quietly pushed his cake to Barbara's position, and comforted him softly: "Barbara, you don't want to do this either, it's just a coincidence."

"But......"

Barbara wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lin Ze on the side: "It's okay to fail once. Fortunately, we found the problem. Mr. Stephen, what are you putting in your hands?"

"Steel nails, bridges, and other miscellaneous things."

Stephen didn't expect that the supplies that were originally used for treatment would become the biggest obstacle to his recovery at this time.

"I tried everything to restore my ligaments and nerves."

The man lowered his head, and he sighed: "If this is really the reason why Pastor Barbara can't continue to treat my hand, then...then I will dismantle all the things inside!"

"Mr. Stephen, you..."

Barbara couldn't help being moved when she heard the man's words.

"But what if my singing can't cure you?"

Stephen didn't answer, and he didn't know that Pastor Barbara was his last hope. If even this hope was shattered, he really didn't know if he would continue to hold on.

Lin Ze was listening, admiring the man's courage, overthrowing all previous efforts, and not everyone has the determination to try again.

"Is there a way to treat it conservatively? Don't go to such an extreme treatment method all at once, or the previous efforts of the doctors will be in vain."

Lin Ze involuntarily cast his eyes on Zhongli next to him. This person has discovered the important point at a glance, and there should be a way.

Zhong Li looked at Stephen's state, then met the eager eyes of several people present, pondered for a moment and shook his head gently.

The disappointment in Stephen's eyes flashed, replaced by a look of determination.

"I'm not afraid of pain. Since I can operate to put these things in and take them out, I'll trouble Pastor Barbara when I'm ready."

"Have you made up your mind? If you fail, the price will be very heavy."

Zhong Li reminded.

Stephen nodded heavily: "No matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than it is now. I am willing to bear all the consequences, even if I still fail in the end, at least I have tried."

"Well...Mr. Strange's perseverance is really comparable to others and admirable. However, your situation has not reached the point of breaking the boat."

Zhong Li put down his cup, he stood up and left his seat, while walking, one hand was behind his waist, and the other hand was stroking the shiny jade ring on his thumb.

"There are other ways."

"Another way?"

Lin Ze couldn't help asking curiously: "Zhongli, what did you think of?"

Zhong Li embraced his hands, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them:

"...the time has not come."

Stephen noticed the unfinished words of the man named Zhongli, and he immediately asked: "What does it mean that the time has not come?"

"Is Mr. Strange familiar with New York City?"

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I don't know why Zhongli suddenly asked another question. This 180-degree turn made Lin Ze confused.

Although Stephen was puzzled, he nodded truthfully: "I have worked here for many years, and I still know New York well."

"...If that's the case, then in the next few days, can I ask Mr. Strange to be your guide for a few days, I'm new here, I'm not very familiar with this place, and I want to see it."

"Zhongli, what kind of medicine do you sell in your gourd?"

Paimon scratched her head, she couldn't understand, didn't she just talk about how to heal Mr. Stephen's hand, why did she find a guide again.

"Besides, Paimon is the best guide in the world, if you want to find him, you should find me!"

The little guy crossed his waist angrily, with a little red cream on the tip of his nose, looking quite happy.

"Of course Paimon is the best guide in the world, but the question is, aren't you my exclusive guide? How can you go to help Zhongli?"

Lin Ze pretended to be angry, and asked Paimon with a frown, showing some sadness and disappointment in his eyes.

"Ah! This..." Paimon looked at Zhongli, then at the 'angry' traveler, and immediately turned his back.

"Traveler, of course I'm helping you, Zhongli! Just let Mr. Stephen be your guide. Travelers can't do without me here."

Even so, Paimon had a proud look on his face.

Hmph, my little Paimon's position in the hearts of travelers is indeed the most irreplaceable!

Lin Ze chuckled when he saw this, Paimon was still so easily satisfied.

He understood that Zhongli must have deep meaning in choosing to do this.

Maybe this is Zhongli's test for Mr. Stephen, so don't join in the fun with the little guy who doesn't even recognize Paimeng.

Stephen obviously thought the same way, so he immediately agreed to Zhongli's suggestion as a guide.

However, his sightseeing trip with Mr. Zhongli was not so smooth. The main reason was that Mr. Dadalia who insisted on being with them was the main reason.

So the originally planned two-person trip turned into a threesome.

But this Mr. Dadalia seems to have some kind of hostility towards him?

Stephen was keenly aware that although the other party sometimes smiled and talked to him, but there was a faint cold light in his eyes.

But every time Mr. Zhongli looked over, the chill on Dadalia's body disappeared again, as if everything was just Stephen's illusion.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't deal with the group of mobs who bullied Wanmin Hall."

"The weather is fine today. If Mr. Zhongli is fine, why not come together."

Dadalia suddenly had an idea, and he saw Stephen's mouth twitch: "The scene is inevitably chaotic, and small bumps may also happen. Mr. Stephen is a doctor, and it is the doctor's bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded. Come and observe together?"

Stephen:  …

He really wanted to say that he is a neurologist, so he shouldn't need it in general fights, but seeing Dadalia's eyes, he obediently shut his mouth.