New York City, Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.A long-faced doctor was swiftly flipping through a stack of medical reports. The examinations were so detailed that even the small abscesses on Wade Wilson's buttocks were meticulously noted.
"This is impossible."
Stephen Strange set the report down on the table.Even though he had already gone through the digital copy sent to his email, he still found it hard to believe what he was seeing.
Over a month ago, the Cancer Center had sent him this patient's case file.
As one of the world's foremost surgeons, Strange received complex and unsolvable cases from hospitals around the globe almost every day. He would handpick the most challenging ones to operate on, earning both fame and fortune — his annual income already placed him at the very top of New York City's elite.
When he accepted Wade Wilson's case, he did so without hesitation. The reward was generous, and he performed a tumor removal surgery on Wade himself.
Confident in his skills, Strange believed he had completely excised every trace of the tumor. But reality proved otherwise — the cancer cells quickly reappeared, more aggressive than before.
It became one of the rare failed operations of his entire career, and because of that, he kept a close eye on the patient's condition.After several rounds of chemotherapy and radiation, Wade's body should have been severely weakened — yet his latest test results showed the exact opposite: his health was astonishingly robust.
More astonishing still, part of his liver — which had been surgically removed — had somehow grown back.While the human liver does have regenerative abilities, new tissue can never perfectly replicate the original.
"What kind of drugs did you give the patient?"
He looked sharply at Dr. Clayton.
"We don't know," Clayton replied. "Someone came to visit him, and after that, his condition began to improve miraculously."
Seeing Strange's shocked expression, Clayton couldn't help feeling a bit of smug satisfaction.As a cancer specialist, he was already superior to most doctors in the country. Yet Strange never showed him any respect, often pointing out his surgical errors in front of others — and mocking him in public.
"So," Clayton asked, "are you willing to perform another surgery?"
Strange nodded.For him, taking on cases other hospitals couldn't handle wasn't just about the money — it was about the challenge. He was obsessed with conquering so-called "incurable" diseases using nothing but his hands.
This patient had been one of his few failures. Given a second chance, he wouldn't waste it.Besides, Wade Wilson's transformation intrigued him deeply.
The Cancer Center prepared for surgery immediately — the best anesthesiologist, the most experienced nurses, and several specialists were arranged to assist Strange.
Dressed in a sterile surgical gown, Strange held a scalpel and examined the unconscious Wade Wilson on the table.This patient's mouth was sharper than his scalpel; before the anesthesia took effect last time, Wade had mocked his looks and cracked a series of cold jokes that made Strange feel awkward for the first time in an operating room.
He took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts aside. His hands were as steady as stone as the scalpel sliced open Wade's chest. The endoscopic camera projected the internal view onto the medical display.
Gasps echoed through the operating room — even a few retched.They were cancer specialists who had seen countless patients, but none had ever encountered such a grotesque tumor.
The dark-purple mass clung to the organs, pulsing slowly.Tiny tendrils extended outward, like parasitic vines, twisting and intertwining through the body. It was horrifying — and strangely mesmerizing.
The hospital's CT scans had completely missed these bizarre filaments.
"Stay calm," Strange commanded sharply, restoring order to the room.
"What is this? Could it be a side effect of that unknown drug?" Clayton asked, trying to steady himself.
"No," Strange replied. "The patient's cancer cells were already in this form. The drug merely accelerated their mutation."
His eyes narrowed. He finally understood why his previous surgery had failed — he had removed the main tumor, but not the microscopic tendrils that had spread through the organs.
"Should we abort the operation?" Clayton asked solemnly.
"No," Strange said firmly, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "A case this challenging — I would never walk away from it."
The scalpel in his hand moved like a master swordsman's blade — thin as thought, precise as instinct.He carefully separated the parasitic growths from the organs without inflicting a single unnecessary cut.
After over two hours of intense focus, he finally extracted a tumor — along with every visible filament attached to it.Sweat drenched his body. The strain of such prolonged concentration was immense.
The tumor he removed was still moving — its tendrils twitching faintly, as if it were alive.
Even for doctors accustomed to grotesque sights, this was chilling.This cancer was anything but ordinary.
Seventeen exhausting hours later, all visible tumors had been removed.Strange's proud, steady hands trembled slightly — he was completely spent, unable to even close the incision himself. The remaining surgeons had to finish the sutures.
A full tray of tumors sat beside the operating table, exuding a nauseating stench.The older ones had turned black and lifeless, while the freshly removed ones were still moist — and disturbingly vital.
They couldn't survive long outside the host body… but for now, they still lived.
"I want a sample of the tumor," Strange said weakly, slumping into a chair outside the operating room.He could barely speak. The cancer cells inside the patient were still active, and he doubted that traditional chemotherapy or radiation would have any effect on something this strange.
"Of course, Dr. Strange," Clayton replied respectfully.
Even he had to admit defeat. He'd only managed to assist for five hours before another doctor replaced him.Still, he'd kept one sample for himself — to send to a CIA agent who had expressed interest in the case.
Last time, the extracted tissue had been destroyed after routine analysis.But this time, the Cancer Center would mobilize every resource it had to uncover the pathology of this extraordinary cancer.
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