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### Hospital Examination Report
**Patient:** Jonathan Pangborn
**Examination Date:** December 3, 2011
**Examination Time:** 09:52 AM
**Cause:** Industrial accident, severe paralysis, left leg useless, bone dislocation...
**Discontinued Treatment:** January 22, 2012
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Strange spent the entire night in his hotel, reading through Jonathan Pangborn's examination report. Despite all his hypotheses and theories, he couldn't think of a way to treat the condition with neurosurgery.
After all, Pangborn's paralysis was far more severe than his own. If such a patient could truly recover, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
"If his body can heal, maybe my hands can too..." Strange's breath quickened, his eyes filled with hope and anticipation.
### The Next Morning
Strange arrived at a basketball court next to a factory where he found Jonathan Pangborn playing basketball with some of his coworkers.
On the court, Jonathan moved with agility, showing no signs of his severe paralysis from two years ago.
He had indeed recovered.
Miracles do happen!
Standing outside the basketball court fence, Strange asked a passing worker to call Jonathan over.
When Jonathan saw the worn and disheveled Strange, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, "It's you, the famous neurosurgeon from New York. What do you want with me?"
"You know me?" Strange asked feeling slightly confused.
Jonathan replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Yes, two years ago my family couldn't even get into your office. We couldn't get past your assistant."
"That's because I couldn't treat you," Strange said without taking offense. He looked at Jonathan and continued, "Jonathan Pangborn. Two years ago you had a spinal cord injury from an industrial accident, complete paralysis in your chest and hands, and a severely damaged left leg."
"What do you want?" Jonathan glanced back at his colleagues on the basketball court and then glared at Strange, clearly not wanting his past to be known.
Strange raised his bandaged hands, looked directly at Jonathan, and said earnestly, "You created a miracle out of despair. Now I'm trying to find a miracle of my own."
Jonathan felt a slight quiver in his heart as he saw a reflection of himself in Strange - the posture of someone seeking light and hope while trapped in darkness and despair.
"All right," Jonathan said, putting aside his reservations. He took a few steps forward and asked, "Do you believe in magic?"
"Magic?" Strange muttered to himself, remembering a similar question someone had asked him recently.
Before he could answer, Jonathan continued, "I was ready to give up, but then I thought, as long as my brain was still functioning, I should keep trying. I trained with a group of sorceresses, sat in a chair, and was carried by strangers to meet a sage.
Strange became increasingly confused, but did his best to remember everything Jonathan said.
"Finally, I found my mentor. I entered a whole new realm and my soul was uplifted."
Jonathan pointed to his forehead, remembering, "And then, somehow..."
Strange finished his sentence in disbelief, "Your body healed?"
"Yes," Jonathan nodded. "There are many secrets involved, but once my body healed, I didn't have the energy to continue studying. Since the miracle had already happened, I decided to just go home and live my life."
Strange asked anxiously, "Where is this place? Please tell me!"
Jonathan hesitated for a moment before replying, "The place you're looking for is called Kamar-Taj.
With that, Jonathan turned and walked back to the basketball court.
"How much does it cost to get there?" Strange called after him, watching his retreating figure.
Jonathan took a few more steps before turning back to say, "It's not about money to get there. Good luck."
Strange stood there, lost in thought. He looked down at his hands and muttered repeatedly, "Kamar-Taj, Kamar-Taj..."
### Supernatural Incident Bureau Office, Top Floor Office
Raina quietly reported to Kyle, who was sitting in his office chair, "Boss, Strange spent his last savings on a ticket to Nepal. Today he's going to find the mysterious place called 'Kamar-Taj'."
Kyle, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and smiled. "Hmm, let's see what happens next. It's not an easy place to find, even if I went there myself, I'd probably be turned away. But it should be okay for him."
"You have such high hopes for this doctor?" Raina asked with a surprised expression on his face.
Kyle smiled enigmatically and said, "Yes, I even suspect that someone has kept themselves alive just to wait for Strange to arrive in this era."
"If we're both tired of waiting, then I will let him take that step now!"
Kyle looked out the floor-to-ceiling window with a deep gaze as if he were looking through space to meet the eyes of someone on the other side of the Earth.
"What you don't want to do, I'll do for you. Now it's up to you, Ancient One."
### Nepal, a Certain Magic-Hidden Temple
A bald woman sitting cross-legged on a cushion calmly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be a shooting star in her calm gaze.
"Ancient One, what did you see?" Mordo asked as he stood respectfully beside her in a dark wizard's robe.
The Ancient One frowned slightly and said, "A man worthy of training has arrived in Nepal. He is searching for Kamar-Taj."
Mordo asked in surprise, "Is that not a good thing?"
The Ancient One calmly replied, "It is a good thing. The problem is that this man came four years early - he was supposed to come to us in four years."
"Four years early? How can that be?" Mordo was astonished.
The Ancient One stood, hands behind her back, and said, "A powerful being interfered with his life and brought him here four years early.
Mordo pondered for a moment before asking, "In that case, should we accept this man? Or should we make him come back in four years?"
"Come back in four years?" The Ancient One paced back and forth in the hall, something Mordo had never seen the Supreme Sorcerer do before, struggling to make a decision.
"Forget it." The Ancient One finally sighed and instructed, "Mordo, go out and bring that man here."
"Yes!" Mordo acknowledged and left to carry out his orders.
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