Schiller found a slightly haggard Strange outside the door of the special care ward of Presbyterian Hospital. Usually, this surgeon always took care of his appearance meticulously. He was the kind of person who could tell at a glance that he had something. A mysophobic person.
But now, his beard looks like it hasn't been trimmed for at least a week, his suit shirt is full of wrinkles, the collar is high and low, and there's even an unknown water stain on the trousers.
Schiller took a quick look at the appearance and deduced that Strange might not have gone home to pack his bags during this week, but had been staying here to fight with someone.
Schiller walked over and sat next to him. Strange said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Stay away from me. I haven't showered in four or five days."
"Although I want to say that this may be a desensitization treatment for your mysophobia, I don't think you will agree with me. Okay, let's talk about it, what is going on?"
Strange hesitated for a moment, his expression remained tense, and it was clear that he didn't want to collapse, but in the end he couldn't hold on, and looked at Schiller with a look like asking for help: "You have to help me. Advise him that he needs treatment and stay here, in bed, until he recovers."
Seeing Strange showing a fragile expression that he didn't often show, Schiller sighed softly, but still patted Strange on the shoulder, stood up and said, "I'm going to see your brother. , and tried my best to convince him to stay."
After saying that, he walked into the ward. The Victor lying on the bed looked a bit like Strange, but due to long-term farming work, he looked much more rugged. Although he was not old, his temperament was already very mature.
"Oh, Doctor Schiller." Victor recognized Schiller, he greeted Schiller, and then said: "Have you seen Stephen? He should have gone home, right?"
"Not yet, he went downstairs to buy something." Schiller moved a chair and sat next to Victor, and said: "You should know why he asked me to come see you. In fact, I feel very confused. You should If you are not short of money, why are you so anxious to go back to work on the farm?"
Victor pursed his lips and looked a little helpless: "I'm not in a hurry to work, and I can't stay in New York. I'm not that pretentious. I'm not satisfied with living in such a good ward."
"I know this is nothing to Stephen. He has plenty of money and can take a few months off to take care of me. Unlike my father, I know that illnesses need to be treated."
Schiller looked him up and down, and then said: "You are feeling pressured and want to escape from the current environment. Why?"
Victor was silent for a moment, looked up at Schiller and asked: "Do you know what kind of person Stephen is?"
Schiller just looked at him silently and did not answer. Victor looked away again and said: "Or, do you really think that his achievements today are all due to talent?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "Surgery has certain requirements for a doctor's talent. The most important thing is to have a calm mind and a steady hand. However, it is unrealistic to rely solely on talent. The detailed operations in any industry require tens of millions of practices. .”
"Stephen is a person who is focused beyond imagination." Victor looked at Schiller and said, "It can even be described as crazy."
"He will try one thing thousands of times until he succeeds. No matter what everyone and himself encounter in the middle, he will use all methods to ensure that the goal is perfectly achieved."
"I don't know how to describe it." Victor shook his head, as if he was short of words, and said, "I don't know what you call this behavior in psychology, but I think it's crazy."
"Stephen has achieved today's achievements precisely because of his crazy concentration." Victor tilted his head and continued: "The Strange family does not have any strong genetic talent. He can take the exam all the way from a remote town.
He went to New York to become a doctor, a famous surgeon, and even the 'Hand of God', all due to his crazy hard work and this almost crazy level of never giving up."
Schiller was silent and lost in thought. Judging from the behavior of Doctor Strange in the comics, this is indeed the case. When his hand was injured and he could no longer continue to engage in surgery, he traveled around the world to find a solution, and even endured the penance of Kama Taj.
After he became the Sorcerer Supreme, because he lost his lover, he kept using the time gem to go back in time, trying to save his lover, regardless of the consequences of overdrafting magic.
Some of his actions in the Illuminati also show that he doesn't care about secular morality or other people's opinions, he just wants to realize his own ideas, even whether they are right or wrong.
Schiller had previously thought that Strange might have some Asperger syndrome tendencies, but so far the effect of intervention would not be great.
Schiller believes that if only Strange has magical abilities beyond ordinary people, he may be very dangerous, but now the situation on earth is full of flowers, and having someone to check and balance means that Strange's character will not have too big a threat.
harm, and strong concentration makes it easier to help the magic world achieve its goals.
To sum up, Schiller has always felt that Strange's treatment priority is not high. Compared with those who are almost unable to take care of themselves, and who are even about to go crazy and trigger a world war, he is quite normal.
So you can put it back first.
Now that most of the big problems have been solved, and the possibility of the outbreak of either civil war or foreign war has been reduced to a minimum, Schiller decided to start solving Strange's problem.
"Are you scared?" Schiller pointedly pointed out.
Victor hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said: "I don't know what he is going to do to me, whether it is using his magical surgical skills or that strange magic, but I am really worried. If the treatment
The situation is not as he wished..."
The second half of Victor's words was not spoken. But Schiller could understand what he meant. From the reality, the brothers had been separated for too long, and the differences in living environment had shaped their completely different personalities.
The long-standing lack of understanding of each other has made them strangers.
Blood relationships are not so magical, and no matter how strong the family ties are, they will fade over time. Victor knows that his brother is a bit extreme, and it may be that Strange said some extreme things when dealing with his father's illness, so he
Feeling scared, not knowing what will happen in the future or what Strange will do to him.
So the more Strange persuaded him to stay, the more pressure he felt. When people feel unsafe and stressed, they just want to return to their most familiar environment, so Victor always wants to go home.
Schiller stretched out a hand to hold Victor's arm, looked into his eyes and said: "I have a nursing home, which is very far from the center of New York, where your brother works. He is very busy at work.
, so I’m afraid I don’t have that much time to see you, I’ll let the doctors and nurses take good care of you.”
Victor opened his mouth to say something, and Schiller continued: "But if you insist on leaving, Stephen will definitely follow you back, and maybe bring a lot of doctors and nurses back with you. You know how paranoid he is."
Yes, isn't it?"
Victor immediately showed a nervous expression and said hesitantly: "You can't do this. The neighbors might think I'm going to die. This, this is too outrageous!"
"So, going to a suburban nursing home far away from him is the best choice. I am Stephen's friend. He trusts me. If he wants to do something, I can help you stop him. You will be safe there."
Victor took a deep breath, glanced at Schiller tentatively, and said, "I'm not repaying kindness with enmity. I know that he paid for my hospitalization. I just..."
Schiller pressed his arm hard again and said: "Your brother does have some mental problems, and any normal person will feel stressed when getting along with a mentally ill person, because they are unpredictable, and people
Fear of the unpredictable."
Victor lowered his head and said: "I want him to live a happy life, but I can't control myself, and maybe I'm not very normal."
Schiller pondered for a while and said relatively conservatively: "Generally speaking, some obvious symptoms of mental instability may come from genetics. You are brothers, so you will be similar in some aspects. If you are not a strong-willed person,
If you were a person, you might have let him arrange it long ago."
Victor finally showed his first smile. Although it was still a little bitter, it seemed more like self-mockery. He said: "You are right, I am also a famous stubborn person in our town. My surname is Strange."
They’re all the same.”
Schiller finally let go of his hand and told Victor some precautions. A few minutes later, Strange walked in. After Victor was taken out by the nurse, he looked at Schiller with grateful eyes, but
He put his hand over his mouth and coughed twice.
"I think psychology should also divide categories into magic, what do you think?"
Schiller smiled and patted his shoulder, and Strange's gloomy temperament accumulated over the past few days was finally swept away.
Victor was successfully transferred to Arkham Sanatorium, and Strange also returned to work in the Sanctuary. However, such peaceful days only lasted three days. Schiller, who returned to the Sanatorium again, obtained the drug from the attending doctor.
An inspection report.
"Hereditary metabolic liver disease?" Schiller read out a series of words on it. The gray-haired doctor in charge pushed up his glasses and said: "Yes, and it is a polygenic hereditary liver disease. The symptoms are very complex. There is no precedent found so far.
, it is not yet certain whether it will worsen, but it is possible.”
Schiller frowned and said, "What if, I mean what if, his liver returns to the state it had when he was sixteen years old? Will it get better?"
Schiller actually wanted to ask if the Time Stone was useful. The attending doctor seemed to have never heard of such a question. He thought Schiller was tactfully asking whether the patient had bad living habits, so he said: "This is the same as fatty liver or alcoholic liver disease."
Unlike acquired diseases such as these, which have little to do with living habits, the onset of the disease is almost certain."
"Other than that, the patient's condition is relatively healthy. If there is no sudden liver failure, there should be no life-threatening danger within ten years, but no one can guarantee whether there will be sudden symptoms.
"
Schiller thought for a moment and asked, "Can I do a liver transplant?"
"It's not necessary for the moment, but if you have to do it, it can be done. However, we can't do it here. First, we don't have the qualifications to match the type, and second, we don't have a suitable surgeon."
Schiller waved his hand to indicate that he understood. After the doctor left, he began to look up information about liver transplantation without even thinking about it.
Even if Schiller is a psychiatrist, he can still hear the implication of the doctor just now. This kind of more complex and rare cases can only be left to fate, or they can live peacefully for decades without getting sick, and then treat it with the help of modern medicine.
The technical level is basically at a loss.
But since there are already signs of the disease, it means that the situation is not optimistic. If a liver transplant can be performed, it will be necessary. After all, as a relative of an important person on earth, Victor can be protected by many means, and the success rate of the transplant is guaranteed. Of course,
It's better to do it early.
Schiller knew that Strange would definitely make such a decision when he learned about his brother's condition, and he would definitely be the one to perform the surgery himself. No one could break his confidence in this regard.
But in addition to medical protection, Schiller also had to do some other protection work. After all, Strange had made an indelible and important contribution to the development of the earth, and it would not be good to leave people alone.
As for how to carry out this guarantee work, Schiller certainly had rich experience. On a sunny day, Schiller carried an arm and came to the kingdom of death.
"Death, I'm here to negotiate terms!"
Marvel's mental illness is really a mess. Except for Little Spider, no one is normal.
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