"Don't worry, you have a drink of water first, and we'll talk slowly." Schiller walked to the table next to him and poured a glass of water for Strange.
Normally, Schiller, Strange and Loki are more like bad friends. When the three of them come together, apart from bringing a bit of human shock to the demons of the universe, they also interact with each other.
Without him, these three people represent three forces respectively, and these three forces are all complicated and cannot be explained clearly.
Needless to say, Loki's Asgard is full of debts, and the Karma Taj led by Strange is not in peace either. The human heroes on Schiller's side have more fun, and these three masters of yin and yang come together.
, the sneezing of important figures from the three parties can trigger a tsunami.
But now, Schiller feels that he still needs to care about Strange, because Strange's condition looks really bad.
Strange is mysophobic and also has certain symptoms of paranoia. Like most surgeons, he has extremely strict requirements for his appearance, movement and language. He wants to have the upper hand in all aspects and will never take advantage of him easily.
I made myself very embarrassed.
This point has not changed after he became the Supreme Mage. If Ancient Yi's leadership style is to focus on the big and let go of the small, without sticking to trivial matters, then Strange is cautious and precise, and is precise to the point of every apprentice's daily lessons.
No big or small questions.
Now, it looks like the buttons of Strange's suit are tilted to one side. It should be that when he was buttoning the buttons, his hands were shaking and he couldn't button them, causing the buttons to be pulled crookedly. Although the tie knot was fairly neat, but...
It seems that it couldn't be stuffed into the suit jacket many times, causing wrinkles on the edges.
The cufflinks that I usually take care of very neatly are not buttoned, not to mention the dark circles under my glasses and the fine lines near the mouth muscles caused by turning the corners of my mouth downwards.
This image is common for Stark, because he often stays up late doing experiments and is unwilling to wear formal clothes. Even the tie is tied by Pepper for him, but what happened to Strange is extremely...
unusual.
Schiller knew that Strange was more like Arrogant Schiller. Both of them were meticulous about their appearance, and if anything could make them disgraced, it would be a big deal that would make the sky fall.
Strange picked up the water glass that Schiller handed him, but his hand kept shaking, causing the water to splash on the table, which made him even more uncomfortable. Schiller keenly discovered his symptoms, so,
He turned around and went to the cabinet at the back and got a straw cup with a lid specially designed for mental patients.
But Stellan actually seemed to be stimulated. He slapped the table with his palm and said, "I'm not a mental patient! Why did you bring me a safety cup? I can take care of myself! I can..."
As he said that, he reached for the ordinary water cup on the table again, but this time it shook even more. He shook his hand and threw the cup directly. It fell to the ground with a "pop" and broke into several pieces.
Also spread out.
Schiller frowned. He found that he still underestimated Strange's condition. He was not just having an anxiety attack, but seemed to be a sign of bipolar disorder. His irritability came too suddenly.
Behavioral patterns also change too quickly.
Schiller just turned around to get the cleaning tools and planned to clean up the water glass on the floor, but found that Strange actually bent down and wanted to reach out to pick up the broken pieces of the glass. He immediately rushed over and stopped Strange.
Strange seemed to realize something. He covered his mouth with his hand, put his elbows on the table, and took deep breaths.
Schiller cleaned up the debris on the ground and poured Strange a glass of water again, but instead of handing it to him, he placed it between the two of them. Strange was quickly attracted by the glass of water.
Staring at the calm water, he seemed to have calmed down a lot.
"Tell me what's going on." Schiller said proactively.
"My father is not in good health..." Strange said with a trembling tone, but the next second he gritted his teeth and said: "But he deserves it! He smokes, drinks and takes drugs, and hangs out in the casino every day!"
Strange took a few deep breaths and his tone became sad again: "But it's not his fault. My mother passed away, my sister was injured, I left home to study, and my brother is very rebellious. He
There was so much pain that no one could talk about, but he refused to see a psychiatrist because he felt he was not sick..."
"But in fact, he was very ill, both physically and mentally. Alcohol corroded his brain, and nicotine damaged his lungs. My colleagues in the laboratory department said that his lungs were hopeless.
He smoked so much that when he felt pain in the later stages, he had to use marijuana to numb himself..."
Strange suddenly fell silent. He went from speaking quickly and confiding the secrets of his life experience to becoming completely silent. In just one second, he was like a machine gun without bullets.
"What does he think of you?" Schiller asked a very critical question. He knew that this might irritate Strange, but he had to ask it because this was probably the key to Strange's illness.
.
"He would rather die at home, and would rather have his lungs shrink to the point of losing two-thirds of their function, than go find his son who works in a major hospital in New York! I am still his eldest son!" Strange punched him again
Hammering the table, he said: "Those damn country doctors lied to him! It must be like this! They must have told him that it was okay, that's why they delayed it like this. I knew that those ignorant, stupid mediocre people...
"
"Stephen." Schiller called his name, and Strange stopped speaking. Schiller looked at him again and asked, "Can you give me the phone number of the doctor at the clinic that treated your father?"
"I think you may not have communicated calmly before, which may cause you to miss some details of your father's disease. If you can't control your emotions, I can call you and ask carefully.
Maybe there will be some improvement?"
"What's the use of asking them?!" Strange roared in a low voice: "They are all a bunch of uneducated libertines! They chose to go to small clinics because they couldn't get into a big medical school!"
"Oh! Oh!" Strange made a strange sound with his mouth, and he said: "I know what they will say, 'We just have different divisions of labor, but we are also saving people. You are not nobler than me.' Go
damn it!"
"These idiots just don't want to admit that their medical skills are terrible! Why should I communicate rationally with them? They don't understand anything at all! A group of street gangsters have the guts to call themselves grassroots doctors after only a few days of training courses?!"
These words clearly revealed Strange's arrogance, but he did have the capital to be proud of. After graduating from New York University School of Medicine, he entered Columbia University and New York-Presbyterian Hospital at a record speed.
If anyone doesn't know how powerful this is, you can simply say that in the surgical community, Strange is called "God's gift". There is no neurosurgery in the world that he cannot complete perfectly. In neurosurgery,
Even in the entire surgical community, he is the well-deserved number one.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Schiller looked at Strange with a smile and said, "It was at a consultation. The day before, I drank too much and was late, and you said
Psychiatrists are all magicians..."
Strange, who was angrily scolding other doctors, was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then turned his head aside in embarrassment. Schiller continued: "But I don't blame you, because I know that surgeons are like this.
Doctors don’t understand medicine at all, you only know how to perform surgeries.”
Strange almost jumped out of his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He said: "I graduated from New York Medical College at a record speed..."
"You are stupid, arrogant and narrow-minded, have a bad temper, and are overly arrogant..."
"What did you say?!!!!!"
"But your surgery was great."
"Oh, thank you."
Strange just put away his complacent expression, and was stunned for a moment. He looked at Schiller, and Schiller showed a mischievous smile. He said: "Look, in fact, you don't care at all that you understand
If you don't understand medicine, you only care about whether your surgery is good or not."
Just when Strange was about to say something, Schiller picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip of water, and said: "But this is actually normal, because the surgeon does not have the right to prescribe, and does not need to perform examinations and anesthesia. You just need to
Everyone is responsible for performing operations, and everyone has their own duties to do, right?"
"You regard psychiatrists as magicians because comforting patients and prescribing psychiatric drugs are not within the scope of your responsibilities. I don't think it is difficult to perform an operation because I have never been on the operating table."
"The same goes for those rural doctors. Among their duties, they neither comfort the patients nor perform operations on the patients. They are only responsible for simple examinations. If there are cases beyond their capabilities, all they can do is to let the patients
Go to a big hospital."
"Just like you are gradually getting to know me and the profession of psychiatrist, you have to give those rural doctors you look down upon a chance to see if they have done their job, even if it is very simple for you."
Strange curled his lips. Schiller's comforting methods could easily impress him. If Schiller argued with him about "It's not easy for grassroots doctors," Strange would only be angrier. Once a person gets into trouble, Strange
The more tit-for-tat there is, the harder it will be to get out.
However, Schiller used himself as an example to illustrate that surgeons, psychiatrists and rural doctors only have different responsibilities. Everyone only completes their own duties, and surgeons are no exception.
After all, even the best surgeons, such as Strange, do not have prescription power and cannot even prescribe medicine, but some rural doctors can.
Based on this reality, Strange could only admit that everyone's scope of responsibilities was different, and their suggestions could also be heard.
So Strange reluctantly opened the address book on his mobile phone, found the phone number of the doctor he had contacted, and then summoned Schiller. After Schiller got the phone number, he did not take the first step.
It was time to call, but I sent a text message first, and after a while, the phone call came on my own initiative.
"Oh, hello, yes, I sent it. I am Mr. Strange's psychiatrist. I think he may have been rude to you before. I apologize to you on his behalf. His mental condition is not good now.
good……"
"Yes, I also worked at Presbyterian Hospital, and I was a colleague with him before, but don't worry, I'm not a surgeon. They don't know anything except surgery, right?"
"Oh, you're flattered. I think communicating calmly is what every normal adult should do."
"Yes, when I was providing psychological treatment to Mr. Strange, I found that he was very worried about his father's condition. Due to his irrational communication with you before, he did not get too many details, so I
Call for more details…”
Before Schiller could ask a question, the doctor opposite him poured out all the information in one breath, just like pouring beans. Schiller took out his notebook and started jotting down the information while listening.
"Really? The symptoms started three years ago? Is it difficult to breathe? I would like to ask, have you ever suggested that he go to a large hospital for medical treatment? Yes, I know you will definitely suggest so, but what about the other party's attitude?"
"Yes, we all know that Dr. Strange works in the best hospital in New York. Didn't old Mr. Strange mention this to you? Did he mention his eldest son to you?"
Schiller, who was lowering his head to take notes, could clearly see from the corner of his eye that Strange's arm muscles tightened instantly and his breathing became faster. He seemed to be expecting and fearing this answer.