"Quick, quick! Still breathing! Stop the bleeding quickly!"
Stark was the first to rush forward, but stopped a second before his armor-clad arm touched Schiller. He asked: "Jarvis, what is going on? You and Schiller talked.
What?"
"What happened." Jarvis replied very calmly: "This is because my logical process judged that Dr. Schiller could no longer support another multi-angle narrative and treatment, so I directly reported the matter to him.
I told him what happened, and before leaving, his mental state was still stable."
"This is called a stable mental state????" Stark looked at Schiller who was lying on the sofa and said: "How much alcohol has he drunk? Wait, what kind of medicine is this? Jarvis, help
I'll scan it..."
"The main ingredient is morphine, sir. This is the analgesic drug used by Dr. Schiller to treat neurological migraines. Preliminary analysis shows that the drug he took should exceed the applicable dosage by about 230 times..."
"Quick, quick, quick! Make him vomit!!!" Stark immediately reached out to help Schiller, but Strange immediately rushed forward and stopped him, saying: "You might pull his wound.
This may damage his arteries and vocal cords, so don't touch him yet..."
"Aren't you a doctor?! Think of a solution quickly!" Stark said loudly to Strange: "Is there anything that can dilute the analgesic drugs he took?"
"I..." Strange stood there at a loss and said, "I'm just a surgeon. It's been many years since I studied pharmacology. I can't help it... I can't write a prescription, it will kill someone."
of!"
At this time, Steve stepped forward, first gently took away Schiller's arm that was constantly digging into his wound, and put a cushion on his back to make his chest and neck appear in a straight line to make it easier for him to breathe.
Then he opened his eyelids and looked at Schiller's pupils, and then said: "Fortunately, his physique is different from ordinary people. It's just a slight overdose, which is probably equivalent to some people getting high, and he can metabolize it by himself."
…”
At this time, as if Strange had just reacted, he stepped forward and said, "Wait a minute, deal with this trauma first, let me think about it... No, the medical conditions here are not good, send him to the hospital first.
"
Matt immediately took out his mobile phone and said: "I'm calling an ambulance, Peter. There should be a first-aid kit in the clinic. You can simply treat the wound first. It's best to stop the bleeding first. The ambulance will be here in a minute."
When Matt finished speaking, Peter had already rushed to the second floor, skillfully dug out the first aid kit from under the bed in Schiller's bedroom, and began to treat the wound on Schiller's neck, but as soon as he touched the edge of the wound, Schiller
He murmured and subconsciously touched the wound with his hand.
Peter had to use one hand to hold down his arm, but Schiller had two arms and Peter only had two hands. The whole process could only be said to be like pressing down the gourd and lifting the gourd. In the end, Stark couldn't see
He went over and helped Peter hold Schiller down while Peter treated the wound.
Schiller, who had taken an overdose of analgesics, is now unconscious but has a strong will to resist.
Stark suddenly heard his arm armor making a "squeaking" friction sound. He gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it! Why is he so powerful?!... Steve! Steve! That's all you do.
Are you watching?!"
Steve just walked over to stretch out his hand, and with a "swish", Schiller disappeared, and then appeared on the ground next to the dining table. Strange next to him was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Oh, yes, he
It will teleport, wait a moment...space will condense!"
He stretched out a hand, and golden light lit up on his hand. Golden thin lines spread out and attached to the wall of the building, condensing the space inside the clinic.
However, with a "swish", Schiller disappeared again. This time, he appeared on the steps leading to the second floor. Steve rushed up and held Schiller down.
The next second, there was a "crash" coming from the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor. Schiller was hung on the second floor-to-ceiling window pane, and he was covered in blood after being scratched by the broken glass.
Stark rushed over angrily, flew up and hugged Schiller down, and then said: "I don't know who it was, but he swore to me before that his teleportation would not get stuck on the wall!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Schiller disappeared again. This time he returned to the sofa again, knocking Peter over as he was packing the first aid kit.
Peter came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Doctor Schiller said that there is a limit to the number of times he can teleport, no more than a dozen times at most. Just make sure he doesn't touch dangerous objects."
"Can't you see? He is the biggest danger now!" Stark yelled.
The next second, Strange let out a scream of "Ouch" and was knocked to the ground by the chandelier that fell from the ceiling and Schiller who teleported and hung on the chandelier.
Strange, who was lying on the ground, couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out a hand to activate the time stone. In an instant, everyone returned to their original positions. Strange held down Schiller, and then said to everyone: "Schiller will randomly
Teleport! Everyone, get ready!"
Seeing Strange suddenly become disgraced, several people whose time had been reset also reflected that Strange must have used the Time Stone to predict the chaos that would happen in the future.
In an instant, several people took a defensive posture and took their positions, preparing to salvage Schiller everywhere after teleportation.
Several people present were all experts, with extremely fast reactions and good cooperation. Spider-Man was responsible for using the spider sense to point out Schiller's possible landing point, and the others quickly moved in the direction he pointed to stop Schiller.
After struggling like this for more than a dozen times, Schiller finally lay on the sofa and stopped moving. At this time, the ambulance finally arrived.
Several people watched the doctors and nurses hurriedly carrying Schiller, who was covered in blood, into the ambulance, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Stark stretched out his hands first and said to Strange: "Your father passed away. I'm sorry. I really shouldn't not answer your call, but you should also know what the facts are..."
Strange pursed his lips, but did not refute. To put it bluntly, the lizard serum healing potion was a dead horse.
As a doctor, Strange knows better than Stark that pharmacy is a very rigorous subject. A slight change in the properties of one of the components of a drug may affect the scope and extent of its effects.
It's completely different from before.
Lizard serum originally made use of genes for regenerating lizard amputated limbs. Whether this gene includes the ability to regenerate lung cells is not certain. Even if it does, what will happen if it is used on a severely ill patient with cardiopulmonary failure?
No one knows the consequences.
Strange also knows that the worst outcome is not that his father dies, but that his father turns into a completely irrational lizard monster. This is not impossible to happen, after all, Dr. Lizard has learned from his mistakes.
In fact, when the doctor issued the critical illness notice, he was already mentally prepared. Lung failure is not only an irreversible disease in the history of human medicine, but also in the history of magic and potions. His father's symptoms have been worsening for months this year.
For decades, it has been almost impossible to save.
Strange took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down the sadness on his face, and then said: "You just came at an unlucky time, otherwise, I would have beaten that big lizard."
Then, Strange pursed his lips again and said to Stark: "You know nothing about surgery and medicine. You have to understand one thing. Surgeons are not responsible for diagnosis!"
"You didn't conduct a consultation with your uncle, didn't provide data on his body's functional indicators, and didn't correctly understand the risks of surgery. You just wanted to drag me to perform surgery on him. That's not saving people; it's
Killing people."
Stark also fell silent. He also knew that he was a little impulsive. The hospital only gave a preliminary diagnosis result, saying that the overall condition was not bad and that surgery could be considered, so he hurriedly looked for a doctor.
But in fact, many conventional indicators have not yet been tested, and it is very likely that the patient will not be able to undergo surgery if he fails to meet certain indicators one second before he goes to the operating table. Simply calling a surgeon is useless.
Both of them sighed at the same time, and Steve saw that the atmosphere between them was a bit stiff, so he stepped forward and said: "No matter what conflicts you two had before, now we are all facing the same problem, then
That is, what happened to Schiller?"
Strange opened a portal and said, "Let's go to the hospital first and see what the diagnostic report says."
Several people arrived at Strange's office at Presbyterian Hospital. Strange went to the nearby lounge to change into a doctor's uniform, and led several people to the emergency room.
Strange asked the nurse about the situation. During this period, many medical terms were not understood by others, but they only saw his frown getting deeper and deeper.
As Strange's expression changed, the hearts of several people gradually began to sink. After a while, Strange turned back and said: "The situation is a bit troublesome. Schiller's wounds cannot be healed. Even
Even the most basic hemorrhage cannot be stopped."
"What happened?" Stark asked anxiously, "What caused the damage?"
Strange shook his head and said: "Judging from the appearance of the wound, it should have been cut with a sharp weapon, but the subsequent treatment was very different from the normal situation."
"The wound could not stop bleeding, all the drugs used to stop bleeding were ineffective, and the blood showed no signs of coagulation at all. The hospital is now conducting tests on his blood to check whether he has other underlying diseases."
After a while, a nurse came over with a stack of sheets. Strange stopped her, took a look at the diagnosis results, and then said: "It's so strange. There is nothing wrong with Schiller's blood test results.
The basic physical indicators are also normal, so why doesn’t his wound heal?”
Suddenly, Strange paused, found the nurse standing at the door of the ward and said, "Can you let me go in and take a look?"
The nurse felt a little embarrassed, but when she saw the name on his name tag, she seemed to dare not refuse, so she could only open the door a small crack.
After Strange entered, not long after, a burst of light came out from the crack in the door. Several people watching outside knew that he must have used the Time Stone again.
When Strange walked out, his face was so solemn that some people thought that Schiller had been summoned by the Lord. He sighed and said, "As expected, the problem is in the soul, and the wound is in the soul.
Wounds on the body surface are just one of the symptoms."
"A wound on his soul? Why is there a wound on his soul?"
But at this time, Steve, who was standing at the back, looked deep in thought, obviously thinking of something. Stark was keenly aware of the change in his expression, so he turned around and asked him: "Are you
what do you know?"
Steve hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Before, there was a child named Robert who had been receiving treatment from Schiller. When I went to Schiller to refill the prescription, I overheard their conversation."
"Of course, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." Steve showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, but then his expression became serious again, and then said: "That child suffered from self-mutilation due to psychological trauma.
To comfort him, Schiller told him his story."
"We all know that Schiller was an autistic patient. He received treatment in a psychiatric hospital when he was a boy. However, when he was first admitted, the doctor was not professional enough and the dosage of medicine was insufficient, which caused him to lose control and bite him at the same time.
He lost his beloved nurse..."
In Steve's low-tone narration, Schiller's story, which was as dim as a piece of faded paper and had a tragic color unique to the previous era, slowly unfolded in front of everyone.