Chapter 1525: Must sell even if you don’t want to

After finishing lunch with Hela, William chatted with her for a while before he stood up, nodded to Hela, and teleported back to Oxford Castle.

Two months passed unknowingly. After the second operation, Strange only did three days of physical recovery after the wound healed, and he realized that this operation did not achieve the results he hoped for.

And he himself knew very well that as the number of operations increased, no matter how skilled the surgeon was, there would always be some unavoidable side effects after the operation.

It's like a cut on your skin. No matter how perfect the scar is, it will never achieve the effect of the original skin.

Not to mention that the injuries on his hands were nerve problems. The second operation could reduce the shaking several times, which could actually be considered a success.

But what he wanted was not to live a normal life, but to be able to stand on the operating table again.

In the late night of November in New York, it was drizzling in the sky. Strange stood in the duplex he bought on Fifth Avenue, looking at the night view of New York outside the building.

After a long time, Strange, who had been thinking for a week and discussed with several equally authoritative neurologists whether the third operation was necessary, sighed helplessly.

Now even if he wanted to sell this house worth more than 10 million US dollars, no authoritative doctor was willing to take the risk of performing a third operation on him.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong", a series of doorbells rang. Strange, who was too lazy to move and didn't have the mood to pay attention to others, soon heard the sound of the key opening the door.

It was obvious that it was Christian Palmer.

Looking back at Christian, who put the umbrella on the shelf next to the shoe cabinet, holding a tablet, and walked over happily,

"I just received a reply from Devonshire Group. They suggested that we buy a travel ticket to Mars."

"This?" Strange asked in surprise, "What are they trying to do? Using a trip to Mars that costs 10 million US dollars as a ticket for treatment?"

"No, no, no," Christine smiled and shook her head, squatting beside Strange, and said with a smile, "At first I had the same idea as you.

But after asking three times and getting no explanation from them, I felt that things were not that simple."

After saying that, Christine tapped the tablet several times with her fingers, called up a form, and said happily,

"Do you remember the medical report form your assistant sent you before you got into trouble?"

When Strange heard this, his face darkened, but he also understood that Christine could not be exposing his scars, and listened silently to Christine continue to say,

"The patient who was rejected by you more than four months ago is not only not paralyzed, but also participated in activities and appeared on TV."

"This is impossible," Strange stared at Christine excitedly, and then was stunned by the tablet in front of him.

The tablet showed a video of a wealthy New York businessman named Morrow attending a cruise ship's maiden voyage celebration.

Seeing Morrow smiling and standing on the dock to be interviewed by reporters, Strange had an epiphany.

Then Christine continued happily, "Seeing Morrow stand up, I used my connections to get some patient information that they rejected from more than a dozen major hospitals in New York or experts in various medical fields this afternoon.

There are two people like Morrow, and they have only one thing in common. All three of them have business dealings with the Devonshire Group."

After saying that, Christine shook her head, "Another point is that they are all rich people."

Strange knew that Christine was taking a huge risk. It could even be said that if someone broke the news that she had privately retrieved patient information, she would not be able to be a doctor.

While feeling grateful, Strange continued, "Then you spent 10 million US dollars to buy tickets to travel to Mars, right?"

"Yes," Christine, whose legs were a little sore from squatting, just stood up and saw Strange stand up with her. He pushed her and sat on the sofa, but he walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked at New York on a rainy night.

After a while, seeing that Strange didn't speak, Christine whispered, "Although selling this house and going to Mars is a gamble, combined with the large-scale fully automatic healing device on Mars, everyone can understand who cured those rich people."

"No need to say it," Strange interrupted Christine and sighed, "I don't doubt your judgment just now, but I am worried about why Devonshire Group agreed to the qualifications you applied for me."

"It's not that hard to guess," Christine said with a helpless expression, "You can afford 10 million US dollars, and you are a top authority in neurology.

Accepting you will not only improve their technical reserves in neurology, but your years of surgical experience can also help them improve the success rate of the machine, or the accuracy rate.

As for the second point," Christine said this, and didn't know what to say for a while.

And Strange knew that if Christine didn't say it, it would mean that once he, a top neurology expert, had to rely on machines to recover from the injuries of his hands, then the well-informed rich people and witnesses in the world would not go to doctors in the future.

After all, the cost of many diseases is not much less than 10 million US dollars, and some diseases can't be cured even if you want to spend money.

It's even simpler for American witnesses. If you help the Devonshire Group once, you can enter Mars secretly. After all, the spacecrafts are all from the Devonshire Group. Who can know who is on the ship?

As for time, how big of a problem would it be to take a week off?

Although Strange wanted to accept Christine's suggestion right now, the purpose of his treatment of both hands was nothing more than returning to the operating table where he was best and where he could feel the most accomplished.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

If both hands were cured, but I couldn't stand at the operating table again, what would be the difference from now?

After hearing Strange's words, Christine was stunned, and then fell silent.

After a while, Strange smiled and said, "Don't worry too much. Since I am useful to Devonshire Group, they will definitely not mind waiting for me for a while.

Let's see how the postoperative physical therapy works first. If the effect is good, even if I can't be the main surgeon anymore, I can still be a consultant or assistant,

and save 10 million US dollars," Strange said self-deprecatingly, "According to my current situation, this house is probably the only property I can afford in the future."

Christine nodded, and then whispered, "But the property tax..."

"Alas," Strange rubbed his cheek helplessly.

The tax rate for a small-sized house in New York is about 1.2% of the total value, while the tax rate for this large duplex house worth 10 million is 6%, which means he has to pay 600,000 US dollars every year.

This 600,000 US dollars used to be enough for Strange to perform a few surgeries, but once he can no longer be the lead surgeon, it would be good to have a salary of 600,000 US dollars a year.

Of course, if he puts aside his pride and becomes a consultant for an authoritative doctor whom he used to look down upon, he can still get a salary of 1 million US dollars a year.

With an income of 1.6 million US dollars, even if he doesn't have to pay personal taxes, no fool would spend two-fifths of his income on property taxes.

He can't be the lead surgeon again, so he has to sell the house.