The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3735 "Spiritual Qi Revival" (Part 1)

Chapter 3735 "Spiritual Qi Revival" (Part 1)

It was another early morning in New York. Wanda got up early, took a shower, and lazily leaned against the bathroom door to dry her hair. When her hair was almost dry, Jarvis got up too. They played with the baby for a while, then Jarvis scooped the cat litter, Wanda refilled the cat food, and then went to the kitchen to make them a simple sandwich. She wrapped it in paper, cut it in half, put one half in her bag, and the other half in Jarvis's bag. Jarvis carried the baby to the car, and Wanda drove towards their workplace.

First, Wanda dropped Jarvis and the child off at Stark Tower, then drove herself to Presbyterian Hospital. Once inside, she quickly walked to the emergency room, taking out a sandwich from her bag and eating it.

"I'm here!" Wanda swallowed the last bite of her sandwich, gulped down some water, and asked, "How was last night?"

"Thanks to you. The two car accident victims are out of danger, the one who choked on his trachea due to esophageal reflux is fine, and the one who couldn't get a shampoo bottle out of his anus just left not long ago. The work report is on the table, take a look yourself." The emergency room nurse on the night shift said while tidying up her things.

"It's good that everything is alright." Wanda said with a sigh of relief. "I was a little worried about the patient who had a ruptured spleen in the car accident. He came very early this morning."

Before she could finish speaking, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat rushed in: "Wanda! Quick! Come with me! There's an infant with heart failure in the ambulance, but we're stuck in traffic! We need your help!"

"They're here!" Wanda quickly threw her water bottle aside, tossed her bag onto the chair next to her, and rushed out with the doctor without even changing her clothes.

As soon as she ran out of the hospital gate, she grabbed the doctor: "Don't drive! Tell me where they're stuck in traffic, I'll fly there!"

"It's over on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan! There's only one ambulance there right now; you can see it as soon as you fly over. Bring the child back first! Hurry!"

Wanda transformed into a streak of red light and vanished instantly from the New York skyline. She arrived at the street the doctor had described and, sure enough, saw a Presbyterian Hospital ambulance with its lights flashing, stuck in traffic.

It wasn't that the cars next to it weren't willing to give way, but Manhattan was just so congested in the early morning that there wasn't a single gap. The lane that was barely cleared was enough for a small car to pass, but an ambulance couldn't get through at all. But the baby needed the equipment in the ambulance to stay alive, and the parents' cries could be heard from hundreds of meters away.

Wanda rushed over. Seeing a red light appear before them, the ambulance driver and doctor, far from panicking, breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Hurry! Wanda! Get the child and the equipment first!"

Wanda reached out to hug the baby, but she froze the moment she touched him. Seeing her expression, the doctors and nurses around her were also stunned.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the child?"

"You mean this child has heart failure?" Wanda asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, he has congenital heart disease, he..."

“He doesn’t have congenital heart disease,” Wanda said, looking at the parent who had spoken. “His heart is perfectly fine. And aren’t the readings on this machine normal?”

Everyone turned to look at the monitoring data. The doctor's eyes widened, because he discovered that in the very second Wanda spoke, the data on the monitoring equipment returned to normal.

"Did you make this?" another nurse asked Wanda.

“It wasn’t me. I don’t have a medical license, and I wouldn’t dare to touch someone’s heart.” Wanda shook her head and said, “I told you before that although the Crimson Power can heal some external injuries, I don’t have professional medical knowledge and I wouldn’t dare to touch such important parts as the heart and brain. I can’t cure heart disease.”

"Then, what's going on?" The doctor scratched his head and said, "Never mind, just to be on the safe side, you should take the child to the hospital first and let the attending physician give him a thorough examination."

Wanda nodded. With a wave of her hand, the ambulance took to the air and sped to the hospital. The attending physician and treatment team waited anxiously at the hospital entrance, only to be stunned when they heard that the baby was out of danger.

They picked up the child quickly. Wanda had just returned to the emergency room to rest for a while when she was called back.

“Wanda, are you sure you didn’t use the Crimson Power to heal his heart?” the attending physician asked, looking at her. “We didn’t mean anything by it, but this child’s congenital heart disease suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t the kind of cure that involves surgery; he suddenly became indistinguishable from a normal person. If it’s not due to supernatural forces, there’s really no way to explain it…”

“It definitely wasn’t me,” Wanda said. “The Crimson Power can be considered an all-powerful force. It can indeed heal wounds, but this child’s congenital heart disease is a congenital malformation. If the Crimson Power were allowed to heal on its own, there would be no change, because the child was born this way, and no matter how it heals, it can only grow to this state. And if I were to control it to heal, I have no idea how to treat congenital heart disease, so it couldn’t be me.”

The doctors in the room were scratching their heads, completely baffled. The child's parents were equally bewildered. Their child's congenital heart disease was quite troublesome; they had visited virtually every well-known hospital in the United States, reviewed the X-rays themselves, and could see the abnormalities, so there was no possibility of misdiagnosis. This type of congenital heart disease cannot heal on its own, yet now their child's heart was indistinguishable from a normal person's—it was utterly absurd.

"Professor! Professor!" A young doctor suddenly rushed in with X-ray films, saying, "Professor, is there something wrong with our hospital's equipment? Why can't we get images of the stomach metastasis of the cancer patient in room 3019?"

One of the doctors, with graying hair, walked out of the line of doctors with a helpless expression, took the film, and was about to scold them when he froze: "What's going on? Was this film taken today? You didn't take the wrong one, did you?"

"No, this was taken just a few minutes ago..."

"Doctor! Doctor!" another nurse rushed in and said, "Who is the attending physician for room 806? Is the suturing time recorded wrong? When we changed the dressing, we found that the incision had completely healed, without even a scar?"

"Dr. Fernando! Did you prescribe an overdose of painkillers again? That patient with the twisted joint suddenly says he's not in pain anymore. Let me check your prescription!"

"Where is the attending physician for room 1301? Why hasn't the patient calmed down yet? Why did he say this morning that he's cured and doesn't want further treatment?"

The entire hospital was in complete chaos, with nurses and doctors everywhere searching for someone. Now, the child's sudden self-healing wasn't the biggest problem anymore; the real disaster was in the oncology department.

Wanda wasn't a nurse in the oncology department; she had only overheard a few words from the nurse who had come to her, and coupled with the recent incident of the child recovering on his own, she felt something was amiss and kept thinking about it on her way back to the emergency room.

Soon, her colleagues started arriving at work one after another. Wanda was a superhuman; the dirty and tiring jobs that would be a problem for ordinary people were no problem for her at all—she could solve them with a wave of her hand. Moreover, whenever there were situations like ambulances being blocked, patients causing a scene in the emergency room, or unreasonable and disruptive family members, she was the one who stepped in and resolved them. That's why, even though she had only just finished her internship, she had already become a figure akin to the head nurse of the emergency room.

Good morning, Wanda. How is your sweet little baby?

"If you mean the two that aren't so furry, then it's fine. Ever since they learned to walk, they've been running all over the place. Jarvis has to take them to work, otherwise they'd be almost in Manhattan by the time we get off work."

"Oh, I was referring to your only little one who's taller than a table leg, of course. Is he coming to pick you up from get off work today?"

Wanda rolled her eyes slightly and said, "If you and Lina could take your eyes off my husband a little, I think he would be more willing to come."

A burst of laughter erupted from the nurses' station. Wanda sighed; having such a handsome husband was a problem. Every time Jarvis came to pick her up from get off work, half the nurses in the hospital had their eyes on him.

"Okay, seriously. What happened this morning? Why is the hospital such a mess? Did those doctors go out drinking and having dinner again yesterday, and then write prescriptions with their feet this morning? The head nurse in the oncology department has been raging for half an hour."

"Who knows. I heard there was some trouble in the surgery department too. A surgery had to be stopped halfway through. Dr. Strange is yelling at people over there, and he made two interns cry..."

Upon hearing Strange's name, Wanda's mind stirred. As a mutant, she was certainly aware of the major events that had recently occurred in the universe. The changes in the hospital might also be related to that event. But she was merely an executor, unaware of the entire plan or its ultimate consequences. Strange, however, as the Sorcerer Supreme, surely knew, and she had to find a way to ask him.

The thought of going to the surgery department made Wanda a little apprehensive. Strange in his work mode was a devil; even the King of Hell would have to give him a hard time. She knew she wouldn't fare well if she went.

But since there weren't many patients in the emergency room, and Wanda was really curious, she went to the surgical floor before lunch. Before she even reached Strange's area, she heard a group of surgeons talking there:

"You have no idea, I used all my strength and still couldn't cut it open. Are this guy's abs made of iron?"

"That's nothing compared to what my intern did. He spent ages cutting something open, and the back healed perfectly! It was like he'd met Jesus!"

“I’ve been a surgeon for 20 years and I’ve never encountered anything like this. And this isn’t an isolated case. Didn’t you hear Stephen cursing just now? Apparently, it’s because he was already in the operating room when they discovered the skull hadn’t even been opened. He’s scheduled to have eight surgeries today, and it looks like he won’t be able to finish.”

"Waiting a little longer won't hurt. But his neurosurgery was interrupted halfway through. Could his skull just grow back on its own?"

Wanda eavesdropped at the stairwell for a long time. When she heard footsteps approaching, she pretended nothing was wrong and went upstairs.

"Good morning, Ms. Wanda. Are you looking for Stephen?"

"Yes, there are some things about the mutants..."

"He's resting in the innermost room, you should go there quickly."

Wanda smiled at them and then walked inside. She knocked on the door of the innermost room, and when the door opened, Strange was pacing around in circles like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Wanda had barely stepped inside when Schiller rushed in. As soon as Schiller entered, Strange yelled at him, "Look at the mess you've made! How am I supposed to perform this surgery?!"

(End of this chapter)