Finding Stephen Strange's house wasn't difficult; it barely took any time before Fang Zheng drove up to his door. From the outside, it was obvious that this was a fairly wealthy middle-class American home. But for Fang Zheng... they all pretty much looked the same.
Getting out of the car, Fang Zheng adjusted his clothes, then walked up the steps and pressed the doorbell.
"Ding dong."
Accompanied by the doorbell sound, a black-haired man opened the door and looked at Fang Zheng.
"May I help you?"
"I'm looking for Dr. Stephen Strange."
Looking at the black-haired man in front of him, Fang Zheng smiled slightly.
"It's urgent."
"Is it a medical consultation? Sorry, do you have an appointment...?"
