After the suturing was completed, Schiller re-bandaged Stark's wound. He found a relatively clean jacket and put it on Stark's body, and let him lie on the bed and sleep.
After waking up, Stark took a sip of water and the first thing he said was: "I know you think this is childish. I know there will always be people who sell it if I don't sell it. I just want them to pay the price, even though it will also cost
I pay the price."
"I just want them to understand that I will resist all this at all costs. I don't want easy benefits, I don't want further hope, and no one wants me to become an executioner with blood on my hands."
Schiller sat beside Stark's bed and looked at him quietly. After meeting Schiller's eyes, Stark said angrily: "Why don't you say anything? Don't you have an opinion? Are you not the best psychiatrist?"
Are you good at judging anyone’s decisions?”
"I'm not a psychiatrist." Schiller shook his head and said, "I haven't cured any patients. I spend most of my time busy with military research. I don't think you want to hear the opinions of an accomplice."
"You..." Stark choked again. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Have you only killed the mastermind?"
"Probably, there are too many, I can't remember them all."
Schiller walked away, and after a while, he brought a metal military kettle and wiped Stark's skin around the wound with warm water.
"What are you going to do next?" Stark asked.
"I will continue to observe the condition of your wound. When they come to deliver food later, I will ask them when they can get enough medicine, but you'd better not have too much hope. They can't even tell the difference.
Ibuprofen and fentanyl.”
"I mean the next long period of time." Stark gestured a length with his hand and said, "You have to get out of here, right?"
"Why should I leave here?"
Stark didn't know how to answer this question, and then he thought of what Schiller had told him about his life experience. He lowered his hands and placed them on both sides of the metal pole, saying: "You have to leave here and enjoy the life you have never enjoyed before. Go
Enjoy the prosperity of a civilized society."
"And then you were chased by the FBI?"
"You can stand up and testify against their illegal human experiments and illegal imprisonment. You are a victim."
"You know I'm not. The test subjects in the experiments I participated in were real victims, but I'm not."
Schiller sighed and said: "If I had morals, I would not help them do those illegal experiments with peace of mind, but in fact I don't, so this is also a kind of life for me."
"But you could not have lived like this." Stark moved his body, but was held down by Schiller. He raised his voice and emphasized: "If you were not experimented by them when you were a child, you could be like
Go to school like a normal child, and then you will have a happy life like ordinary people!"
"That way I will have the opportunity to become a test subject who is unable to resist in illegal human experiments, rather than the one who can escape."
Stark hammered the metal pole next to him with his hand. He sighed and said: "Okay, there are too many problems in this country and this society, but I will find a way to change it. Can you not be so pessimistic?
"
"I believe you." Schiller put away the kettle, took a shabby down jacket from the side, and covered Stark.
Then, he picked up the thoroughly burned charcoal from the fire into an old stainless steel basin and placed it under Stark's bed. The charcoal was almost burned out and did not have a high heat, but it could continue to convey heat.
The steady heat made Stark feel warm.
His sleepy eyelids were fighting, but he insisted on winning the verbal battle. He muttered: "You not only have to believe, you have to watch all this, and watch me successfully change everything.
If you sincerely believe that life will get better, you have to do this."
"Yes, I will. It's time for you to get some sleep."
Stark fell asleep, but his spirit couldn't sleep. He couldn't bear anyone's perfunctory treatment.
So, Stark had a long-awaited dream to save the world. In the dream, he used his powerful technological means to make everyone live happily on the earth.
He dreamed that Schiller walked out of the cave, returned to civilized society, re-obtained the psychiatrist's license, became the psychological consultant of the Stark Group, and became famous all over the world for curing Tony Stark's anxiety disorder.
The sudden noise made Stark wrinkle his eye muscles, and he tried hard to cover his eyes with his hands. Some local dialects he couldn't understand were repeated repeatedly, and Schiller's voice was mixed in. Although they were in the same language,
The tone is much gentler.
After an unknown amount of time, Stark smelled a scent, and the emptiness in his belly forced him to open his eyes. He saw Schiller baking bread on the grill of the campfire.
Seeing that Stark was awake, Schiller came over. He helped Stark, turned him over and sat up, and then asked him: "Can you walk?"
"My back is injured, not my leg. Please let me go and I will walk by myself."
But Schiller still helped him sit down by the campfire. Only then did Stark see that what was placed on the grill was not bread, but a thick and bulging cake.
"A local bran cake made from gluten and whole grains. It doesn't taste very good, but it's good to eat when soaked in soup."
Schiller turned around and took out two cans from behind. After prying them open with a dagger, he also placed them on the grill.
Stark recognized that it seemed to be a can from the US military. Looking at the boiling broth inside, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Were you talking to anyone just now?" Stark asked.
"Yes, the people who delivered the food have been here, and I had some negotiations with them, and the can is the result of the negotiation." Schiller stirred the meat in the can with the tip of his knife, and continued: "I told them that if there is no
If you don’t have enough medicine, you must have better food to ensure your nutrition, otherwise I can’t guarantee that you can survive.”
Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Stark and said: "They want you to start research immediately and create new weapons for them, but I told them that the injury on your back will take some time to heal, and you can probably rest for about three days."
"You are an important person. Three days should be enough time for your relatives to discover that you are missing. As for how to let them locate you, it depends on your own ability. There are some abandoned radio equipment over there."
Stark followed Schiller's gaze and found a lot of scrapped machines. The categories of these damaged mechanical parts were very directional, so Stark looked into Schiller's eyes again.
"I told them that you needed parts to develop weapons, and pointed out to them the location of an abandoned military base. It was actually not a laboratory, but a transmission and reception room for communication signals. They had difficulty distinguishing the types of parts, so they moved them back.
"
Stark's Adam's apple moved. Just as he was about to say something, Schiller pushed the can to his side and said, "Eat quickly. You should rarely have the opportunity to experience such simple food in your life."
smell."
Stark took a slightly bent fork handed to him by Schiller and looked at the can with some embarrassment.
Then he saw Schiller break off a small piece of bran cake and soak it in the can of soup to eat. Stark followed suit, but he put the crumbs of a bran cake into his mouth first.
Then he "poofed" a few times and spat out the thing in his mouth. He believed it when he said that the thing was freshly dug out of the ground. The taste was not terrible, but the texture was really bad.
Stark had no choice but to dip the cake into the canned soup and gulp down the hot soup. He finally recovered a little and took a bite of the beef in the can. He realized that what Schiller said was right. This was the first time in his life.
Eat such poor quality beef.
The addition of bran cake was even more disastrous. Stark felt that it had ruined the can. He wanted to use a fork to get out what he had just thrown in, but Schiller put a bigger piece in instead.
"You need to replenish carbohydrates and sugar. Now is not the time to be picky about taste." Schiller turned his head and glanced at the hole and said: "The person who comes to rescue you may not be able to spread the carpet in front of your feet. You have to run by yourself."
If you don't have enough strength for a certain distance, you will be dead."
Soon, Stark frowned and stuffed the can into his mouth. Although the taste and texture were very bad, his body still responded honestly to the energy he consumed, and Stark gradually felt less
Weak.
After eating, Stark lay on the bed and rested for a while. When he woke up, he found that Schiller was cooking again.
"Do you really plan to live here for the rest of your life?" Stark asked in confusion: "Never go back to the United States?"
"Probably." Schiller poured the mixed batter onto the steel plate. He was spreading waffles with waffle flour, so he raised his hand accurately, and a small amount of batter fell on the steel plate, forming a shape.
A perfect circle.
Stark looked at Schiller's hands that looked like they belonged to a doctor. He sighed and said, "Your medical skills are very good. You can go back to being a doctor and I will help you."
"Why do you want to help me?" Schiller asked.
"Because you helped me."
"I'm just helping myself." Schiller poured down the last bit of batter, flipped the first pancake deftly with a fork, and said, "This is my job here, to treat the kidnapped people and let them go."
They can provide value."
"Yes, stitching my wound is indeed a condition of the deal between you and them, but these are not." Stark walked to sit opposite Schiller.
"Are you referring to me cooking for you? But I also have to cook, and transformed people also need to eat."
"Is this the same?" Stark looked down at the perfectly shaped waffles and said, "You like to eat desserts in the middle of the night?"
"This is to ensure your mental health." Schiller continued to flip the cake with a fork and said, "The experience during the day may have caused a certain degree of mental trauma to you, but it has not exploded yet."
"The emotional value provided by sweets is a form of emotional therapy, which can soothe your mood and make your mind clearer."
"So you still want to save me and get me out of here."
"Because I'm worried that if you really give them a very powerful weapon and they don't have any casualties, I won't have a job."
Stark stared at Schiller helplessly. He knocked on the bricks of the bonfire with his hand and said, "Does it embarrass you so much to save me and help me? What is it that you are ashamed to admit?"
"I'm telling the truth." Schiller turned the handle of the fork with his hand.
And Stark retorted: "If you don't want me to research more powerful weapons, you can just kill me. Just say that I died of infection, and they can't do anything to you."
Schiller was silent.
And Stark said proudly: "Admit it, you just want to save me. You said you have no morals, but you don't necessarily mean it."
"Maybe I just hope you can repay me, such as helping me restore my identity, and then give me a large sum of money or something."
Stark laughed, leaned forward and said, "It can be seen that you haven't been in contact with society for a long time. Do you think Stark's reward will be so simple? A large amount of money? Stop insulting me!"
"Recover quickly and leave as soon as possible is the greatest reward for me." Schiller looked into Stark's eyes and said, "I have no interest in going back to be a doctor, so don't bother me."
After speaking, he stood up, leaving only the baked muffins to Stark. Seeing Schiller walking towards the entrance of the cave, Stark couldn't help but feel a rebellious emotion.
This comes from a strange guilt empathy psychology - the Stark Group sold arms and killed so many people, he must prove that he can also save people, he must prove that Stark can do good things, and by what method
Either way.
"Stark can save anyone!"
Stark raised his voice toward the hole and said, "The FBI, terrorists, and the military don't matter. I will save anyone I want to save, and I will prove it to you!"
What if Schiller took the script of the traditional American comic book Time Traveler and rescued Tony Stark from the cave?