At this moment, the term alternative therapy crashed into Stephen Strange's brain again. Especially when the Supreme Master brought a book with a decay smell, showing the human acupuncture diagram, acupuncture diagram, chakra, and MRI imaging, he became more and more sure that he must have made the stupidest decision in his life to come to Kathmandu to find the so-called Kamataj. Maybe Jonathan Penborne and the rehabilitation physiotherapist were both liars. During his many years of medical career, he met patients who could not afford the subsequent treatment costs and came to him to discuss the so-called alternative therapy. Generally, he would tell the patients and their families directly that if they could not afford the treatment costs, they could go to a bank loan or speed up the insurance company's claims process, rather than pursuing pseudosciences such as natural therapy or homeopathy, and not believe in supernatural energy, herbal medicine and faith therapy.

To be precise, he will refute the patient's questions about alternative therapy without mercy. Whenever this time, Christine will tell the patient that perhaps some traditional medicine can help, but the only thing that can truly cure the patient is scientific treatment. Then she will introduce some aid agencies to the patient, mutual aid association (that is, several people gather together to tell them in the form of chat), media reporters, social donation channels, bank loan projects or hospitals are willing to cooperate

The cost of treatment cuts helped the patient through difficulties - she is a gentle woman with a kind heart, and nothing in the world is as good as hers - the good times in the past made Stephen Strange unable to help but raise the corners of his mouth, but regret, regret and anger tightly wrapped around him like a bone-bearing gangrene. Stephen Strange may have been successful, but now Stephen Strange is already a disabled person. He hates his powerlessness and his past stupidity and arrogance.

"The people who paint these pictures only see the tip of the iceberg, but cannot see the entire iceberg." The Supreme Master said softly, "Human vision is narrow, and we need to broaden our horizons to see the truth."

"Enough." Stephen Strange raised his tired eyes. At this moment, he was exhausted physically and mentally. The lingering fear of being robbed before was thrown behind at this moment. He didn't want to pretend to be polite or modesty anymore. There was no emotion in despair that could make him slut out more. "This is a one-way ticket, which has spent all my last money. Don't tell me about faith therapy."

"You are just glimpsing through the leopards now, and you have been trying to improve your horizons all your life." The Supreme Master still maintains calmness and stability. "You are trying to see more and know more. And now you know there are ways to broaden your cognition, but this method is hard for you to imagine, so you reject such a possibility?"

"No, I refuse to believe in the lies of acupuncture points, energy, the power of faith, any alternative therapy is pseudoscience." Stephen Strange sneered, "There is no such thing as spiritual power! We are made of matter, that's it. In this universe, we are a tiny particle of dust, made of smaller dust, that's it!"

"My favorite disciple will agree with your thoughts. He has always rejected superstition." The Supreme Master nodded, "But you underestimate yourself too much. Since there is something in the world, you must admit it."

"Do you think you see through me, right? Wrong! But I see through you!" Anger completely ignited Stephen Strange's emotions, and he stretched out his finger and poked the Supreme Master at the Supreme Master. Before Modu could stop it, the Supreme Master responded - the Venerable grabbed Stephen Strange's wrist, skillfully twisted his arm to one side, and slapped his other hand at his chest. Then something incredible happened, and a sense of pain was filled with his whole body. He felt naked, looking at his body as a bystander, while the translucent saw his hands emitting an indescribable glimmer. He felt irresistible pulling force, and a moment later the illusion disappeared. Stephen Strange shivered in disbelief and regained consciousness.

"What did you do to me?" he asked in horror.

"In words you can understand, the soul leaves the body."

"What's in the tea? Psychedelics, or anesthetics?"

"It's tea, but half of it is honey." The Supreme Master said calmly, "I thought I would give you an extra glass of water!"

For a moment, Stephen Strange couldn't control his thoughts. He began to believe what the Supreme Master said and believed in the existence of witchcraft, even if he realized how stupid this idea was.

"What just happened?"

"For a moment, you enter the world of the soul. In that place, the soul can survive outside the body." said the Supreme Master, "Although it is dangerous, it is allowed to try it out easily, provided that you know how to control yourself."

"Why do you do this?" asked Stephen Strange. He didn't care about the soul world. He just wanted to heal his hands. Even if he believed witchcraft was the truth, it didn't matter. "I want to heal my hands, and this is my only purpose."

"Let you see how ignorant you are. Open your eyes."

At that moment, Stephen Strange saw the whole world. In the vast darkness of space, the arc-shaped outline of the earth and the blue glimmer outside the atmosphere were so beautiful. Even though Stephen Strange had always denied the authenticity of the scene in front of him, he was still intoxicated by the intoxicating state until a monarch butterfly appeared in front of him. He could not control his desire to touch the butterfly. The next moment he was dragged into a place full of disgusting colors and countless vortexes by the terrifying suction, and the whole world was completely shattered.

"His heartbeats a little fast." In a trance, he heard Modu's voice.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Will it be serious?" Sherlock Holmes came over and looked at Stephen Strange lying on the ground. He was familiar with the symptoms because he had been lying on the hospital bed for several days. "Why don't he need a ventilator and infusion? Why do he look so similar to me? Have you ever told me anything else?"

"Because Stephen Strange won't try to understand everything he sees, and you will." Modu still put his hand on Stephen Strange's wrist and counted his pulse. "Some things should not be studied in depth, because our human brains cannot understand. Not everyone can imagine four-dimensional space to eleven-dimensional space, and the scene you and he see far exceed the eleven-dimensional dimensions that human science can deduce at present. Trying to understand the external dimensions will only go crazy. What we do is use rather than analyze, and kill all those who are crazy and degenerate because of the external dimensions."

"Are you threatening me?" asked Sherlock Holmes.

"Yes, I'm threatening you. Those crazy secret mages have brought countless external dimension invasions and human tragedies. In fact, if you wake up with obvious signs of corruption, we will kill you immediately at that time." Modu spoke sincerely, but he did not look at Sherlock Holmes. "We used to kill, now, and in the future, we will kill. After all, this is a dangerous universe. A symbol, a piece of paper, or a whisper may make the whole world a plaything for the evil gods in the outer dimension. We are the last line of defense of the human world, and every secret mage must devote our lives to it."

"Including the Emperor of Latovignan?"

"Yes, his job is to completely end this threat," Modu said. "As for why Stephen Strange looks so similar to you, it may be just a coincidence, and there is no need to make a fuss."

"Look, he's awake!" The Supreme Master saw Stephen Strange open his eyes and said happily, "I think he's OK."

"Oh, I'm a little jealous." Sherlock Holmes lowered his head and looked at Stephen Strange, who was in disability again. "It seems that he doesn't have to be stuffed into the feeding tube." He knew what Stephen Strange would see, and he had experienced all of this. Their souls would eventually fall into the terrifying giant eyes of the galaxy, gaze at the evil forces that were older than time, and face the hatred and greed of the outer dimensions for the real plane. After a while, he asked the busy Modu, "Can we win? I mean, Emperor Latovignan. You pulled me onto this ship, and I have to ask the way of the ship."

"I don't know, this problem is beyond my wisdom." Modu looked up at the Supreme Master, "Everything is possible in this world, and we are gradually embarking on the journey of destiny. There must be a path to victory in the multiverse, but only wise people can find it and realize it."
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