"You have to believe what I say. It's not a good thing to involve ordinary people early. It's the same for both of us. You're too hasty, Nick!"
Strange stood in the middle of Nick's office, looked at Nick seriously and said: "The fact is that they are good at screwing up everything, everything!"
Nick was not angry, he just sighed and said: "Stephen, I can understand that you have been a genius since you were a child. You see that ordinary people always have shortcomings and feel that their efficiency is too low compared to yours."
"But I hope you don't forget who we are launching this project for. After all, the main body of the human race is ordinary people with low efficiency. A few elites can lead society, but they cannot control society, let alone directly isolate themselves from society.
.”
"I never said that we would be isolated from society." Strange pinched his eyebrows and said: "You are always good at misinterpreting what I mean. I mean that most of the work in the solar system development plan has not yet been completed.
It’s so deep that ordinary people can do it.”
Nick shook his head again and said: "That's because you have been away from the earth for too long. You see, Peter's uncle Ben Parker is just an ordinary person, but he has become the president of the shuttle terminal in Manhattan through learning on the job.
Engineers suddenly became the elite middle class."
"This is the purpose of our development, to provide more jobs, higher salaries, more valuable jobs, and to raise the production and living standards of the entire human society to a higher level."
Strange also sighed and said: "You have never thought about where Peter Parker's genius and wisdom come from."
"Are you a bloodist?"
"Of course not, my dad couldn't even get into community college." Strange looked into Nick's eyes and said, "In addition to innate IQ, wisdom also comes from personality. Peter is the super guy with the best personality I have ever seen.
Hero, that is inseparable from his uncle’s teachings.”
"This proves that Ben Parker may not have a super high IQ, but his wisdom in dealing with people must be very strong. To a certain extent, it was the original society that delayed him, and you just brought him back to the correct position."
"But some people are not. You have to believe that there are some people in this world who deserve their current situation. Maybe not all, but if such a person is placed in a key position, it will be all over."
Nick obviously disagreed. He said: "Human beings can be re-educated in labor. If they work correctly, get the rewards they deserve, and have the life they want, then there are no bad habits that cannot be changed."
"Yes, if you retrain a generation, of course it is." Strange said: "But the problem is that if you want to recruit workers directly from the society, the people who come are adults, and there is not much room for them to change."
"We can set strict screening conditions." Nick said: "Screen out those who lack ability or are full of bad ideas."
"But people change."
"It usually doesn't change for the worse, and even if it does, we can stop them and make them pay the price."
Strange sighed deeply.
Nick stepped forward, put his hand on his shoulder and said, "We must give them enough opportunities. Even if we have to pay some price, we cannot use this as an excuse to never take that step."
"Otherwise things will get worse. We say they are not suitable, everyone is saying they are not suitable, and then they also feel that they are not suitable. In the end, everything will fall into the hands of a small group of people, but in fact, that small group
Not suitable, not more qualified than anyone else, and disaster happened."
Strange pursed his lips, knowing that he could not convince Nick, but he also expressed his disapproval with his own attitude, saying: "You already knew what kind of price this would cost you, right?
"
"I made the decision and took responsibility for it, bearing all the consequences. If they are going to write me down as a villain in the history books, they'd better write me down as a handsome person."
The atmosphere in the office was solemn. All the interns stood straight in a row, not daring to breathe. Everyone had their heads lowered. If their gazes were meaningful, a piece of the floor tile would have been chipped away.
The doctor sitting at the desk seemed to feel nothing. He stood up, put down his pen, glanced around and said, "I was busy some time ago and didn't have time to follow your internship."
"Starting from today, I will perform an average of six operations a day, each operation takes at least three hours. Everyone takes turns on the stage. Each person is guaranteed to have ten hours of internship time every day. All the time outside the operating room is not included. In the first two days, we are familiar with each other.
The process doesn’t count.”
There were gasps in the room, and some people couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the sign hanging outside the department - Neurosurgery.
Six operations a day in neurosurgery can really kill people, because this department is often not on stage. Once on stage, it is full of difficult and complicated diseases, which are a matter of life and death.
If an operation can be completed within four hours, it is considered a mild case. When it comes to extremely serious and difficult diseases, it is normal for four or five doctors to take turns to perform it for twenty or thirty hours. If one person performs six operations a day, then there is only one sentence that can describe it -
- "He is God, but sometimes he thinks he is a doctor."
And the person standing in front of them was indeed God, the world's most famous neurosurgeon, Stephen Strange, who is known as the Hand of God.
Then they began to mourn for the rest of their lives. They were on the operating table for ten hours a day, but if they wanted to memorize all the theoretical content, they would need at least eight hours a day, deducting the necessary meal time to survive, and they could sleep for one day.
Four or five hours is enough.
"By the way, don't go to the corridor on the left side of the first floor of the next building." Strange said: "If you are absent from work because of this, get out of this office."
After saying that, he strode out of the door to prepare for the operation. Others did not dare to express their anger until the sharp ringing of the phone broke the silence.
"Oh, hello, yes, but he just left and wanted me to tell him... Okay, no problem."
"who?"
"The psychiatrist seems to be friends with Dr. Strange."
"It can't be that Dr. Schiller, can it?"
"Of course, who else can be called friends with Dr. Strange?"
"But I heard that they don't have a good relationship." A female intern lowered her voice and gossiped: "Dr. Strange often doesn't give Dr. Schiller face during consultations."
"It seems that Dr. Schiller is often late."
"Oh my gosh, if we're late..."
"will die."
In Schiller's office, Charles was looking at the cases with interest. It can be said that reading medical records for psychiatric interns is the least boring of all departments.
Psychiatry has a very important requirement, that is, when writing medical records, you must record what the patient said. After all, psychiatry is different from other departments. You cannot see pathological images. The patient's movements, demeanor, and language are the indicators of whether the disease is present.
There is direct evidence of improvement.
This makes most of the cases written by psychiatrists look like fantasy novels. In the mouths of one patient after another, a hospital can be a temple, a dungeon, or even the folds on the back of a mushroom, but it is not a hospital anyway.
The doctors and nurses here can be demons and angels, goblins and goblins, or ladybugs that landed on mushrooms, but they are definitely not doctors and nurses anyway.
Watching this kind of case is not only not a boring time, it can even be called an extremely interesting pastime. However, the price is that it is easy to only remember the story and not the judgment. When you go to the examination room to answer questions, your mind goes blank.
The top papers in Schiller's department basically don't read medical records, because Schiller's medical records are very interesting, always full of emotion and fascinating, and seem to be endless, which wastes too much study time.
But Charles obviously didn't have such worries, so when he wasn't visiting the clinic, he would hide in the ward and take a closer look.
Jingle bell, jingle bell.
"Hey, hello, this is Psychiatric Department 3102... Oh, is that right? Tell him for me, I miss him too, yes, of course I remember, Gretel, we agreed to defeat the Red Flame Demon Dragon together next time
, Don’t worry, I didn’t forget... Well, okay, goodbye."
"Hello, hello, here is... Oh, Miss Onion, yes, your nurse is right, you have to take your magic pill first before you can defeat all the onions around you and become the tallest one, nurse
I’m not lying to you, I promise, okay, see you tomorrow.”
"Hello? Uh... No, head nurse, listen to me. Yesterday's 5000 ml was definitely an accident. Today's 600 tablets may also be shock therapy. Yes, this lady has always had her own unique way of taking enough medicine.
I understand, how about you prescribe the medicine and send the remaining 540 tablets to my office..."
As expected, the head nurse's roar came over the phone again. Schiller threw the phone away again, and Charles sighed inwardly.
Over the past few days, he had almost figured out what Schiller was like in the hospital, mainly because when he modified the memories of the doctors and nurses who had met Lisa and Oaks, he read their minds more deeply.
Only then did I know what was going on.
Schiller had a history of drug addiction and alcoholism. He would not go to consultations and lectures if he could, was always late for important lectures, and always got along with the mental patients in his charge. He always stood by the patients. Many nurses and doctors
He was so angry that he died.
However, their unified understanding is that Schiller is indeed very good at dealing with these weird mental patients. He can always make them happy and satisfy the patients and their families. He is also ranked among the top three in the psychiatric department of New York-Presbyterian Hospital this year.
's mainstay.
It turned out that he was such a professional. Charles looked down at the medical record again. Anyway, he really couldn't find a better way to deal with the regressive hallucinations and plant paranoia in the two phone calls just now.
However, he was still a little dissatisfied with Schiller's negative work attitude, because in such a short period of time, Schiller pushed at least two or three requests for him to check on the situation, and they all sounded urgent.
He must be persuaded to go next, Charles silently made up his mind. Other departments were extremely busy, and they were so free. If they had this time, they might as well comfort the patients more.
"Hello, psychiatry 3102."
Charles immediately pricked up his ears, knowing that the opportunity had come.
"What? A student commits suicide?"
Schiller stood up, and Charles stood up suddenly.
"Catherine? Which department is she in? Neurosurgery?... Oh." Schiller drew a long note and sat down again, "I know her, Linda, Stephen Strange, intern of Neurosurgery 1001
Doctor’s student.”
"It's okay, I don't need to go. You just need to tell Dr. Strange to stop talking about the fact that she dared to come to him as an intern after publishing only 47 papers every day to ensure her health."
With a snap, Schiller hung up the phone, turned to Charles and stared at him with big eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't we going?"
"You can go if you want, but I won't go anyway."
"No, let's go together."
Schiller and Charles looked at each other for 30 seconds, and finally gave in. He said, "Okay, let's go see Linda, but you have to promise me not to talk to that long-faced doctor."
"Why?"
"We are in a cold war."
"Why are you having a cold war?"
"Because he said that my return to the hospital would significantly lower the moral standards of the clinical medical community in New York."
Charles opened his mouth.
"What did you want to say just now?" Schiller asked, narrowing his eyes.
"It's nothing." Charles turned away his eyes and said, "It's not that big of a deal."