Charles was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a bright space.
Wait, Schiller said not to go to that corridor before.
A strong smell of blood floated from the air, and painful moans echoed in his ears. When the discomfort caused by the light dissipated, Charles suddenly found that he seemed to have entered a hell on earth, surrounded by blood and injured people.
"Why are you still standing there? Go find a tourniquet!!!" A roar came from his ears, and Charles paused for a few seconds before he realized that this was speaking to him.
"What? I..."
"Are you going to die without rescuing anyone?! Go and get a tourniquet quickly! Hurry!"
Charles searched his brainwaves subconsciously, and then found that all kinds of chaotic thoughts rushed into his mind.
[It hurts! Help...], [Emergency stop the bleeding! Bandage immediately, move fast...], [Heart rate! Pay attention to the heart rate!], [Am I going to die...], [It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...],
[It’s over, it’s over…]
After this pile of disordered emotions rushed into Charles' mind, he was stunned in place for a long time, unable to move. It was not until someone pushed him that he came to his senses.
"Go and help immobilize the patient. The acute cerebral hemorrhage made him almost push himself out of bed..."
When Charles turned his head, the nurse who had just spoken to him had already rushed over. Hearing the commotion coming from behind the screen, Charles ran over and found a man twitching uncontrollably on the bed.
He read the man's brain waves and found that he was not thinking about anything. He knew that the twitching was an instinctive reaction of the limbs and should be caused by a massive hemorrhage in the brain.
There were only two female nurses here, obviously not the kind of female nurses from the psychiatric department. They were too busy to hold the patient down, so Charles had to quickly pull up his sleeves and help them fix the patient to the bed.
The doctor quickly came over to fix the monitoring equipment, and Charles shouted: "I am a psychiatrist, it is useless for you to arrest me!"
"As long as he is a doctor, 6 people were killed and 12 injured in a series of car accidents, and there was also a falling accident at a construction site that seriously injured 9 people. We are the nearest hospital. They must all be sent to the ward tonight, hurry up!"
"Hello, hello, this is an emergency room. The patient's vital signs are stable, and the limbs occasionally twitch. It is suspected to be intracerebral hemorrhage..."
Charles lowered his head and glanced at the patient who was twitching crazily. Is this called occasional twitching of the limbs?
While pressing this half of the patient's body, he looked inside. He thought the outside was miserable enough, but he didn't expect it to be even heavier inside. It seemed that the nine people who fell were all lying in the half of the ward inside.
One of them was pierced by a steel bar, two had stopped breathing, and the remaining few seemed to have been hit by their companions. They were better, but they might have been hit by something that fell from their heads.
Their bodies were left bloody and bloody.
Smelling the rich smell of blood, Charles was a little out of breath. He took a few deep breaths and forcibly turned off his mind-reading system, because he was afraid that he would run away if he continued to read.
At this time, Charles was still too young. He had never been a combat doctor and had basically never seen any death. The most serious injury he had ever seen was when someone broke his ribs during football team training in college. He suddenly entered the hospital.
In this hell-like scene on earth, his entire being was in a state of confusion.
"Come here quickly, the orthopedics department is here, ready to cut the steel bars!"
"Wait, don't you think it's serious?!"
"The two people who were just pushed in are fighting with each other and there is no room! This is not what our hospital is for. Come and help!"
Charles was a little panicked and followed the doctors and nurses to saw the steel bars. To be honest, this scene was almost impossible to watch. The orthopedic doctor was carrying a saw and a sledgehammer, and the other doctors were holding the patient to the ground. It was difficult to say that this was life-saving.
Or go to jail.
The impact of the scene was so strong that Charles didn't even think of knocking the patient out for a moment.
Only when he was halfway through sawing did he realize that even if he really couldn't help, he could at least relieve the patient's pain a little. So he endured the interference, opened up his psychic ability, and helped the patient block the pain.
But as soon as the patient stopped screaming, the doctors and nurses panicked. The men sawing the steel bars immediately stopped, and the nurses and doctors went to check the ECG and blood pressure monitors. Only then did Charles remember that this was not an ordinary ward, and the presence of noises indicated the situation.
Fortunately, if there is no movement, I might be close to death.
Charles could only control the patient to scream twice before the emergency operation could continue.
"Don't move!!!!" There was a scream not far away, and the nurse rushed over. Charles turned around and saw a patient who insisted on sitting up. His abdominal cavity had not been sutured, and his intestines were leaking out.
Several more nurses rushed up and pushed him out, but a patient next to him grabbed the hem of a nurse's clothes and pulled her down.
Charles rushed over and helped the nurse up, preventing her from being rolled under the car. The patient kept waving his arms and cried out: "I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my lower body."
It’s gone, I can’t feel my lower body.”
"Hold on a little longer." The nurse shouted to him: "There will be a seat in the surgical theater soon! Dr. Strange is on his way back!"
But no matter what, the patient just held on to her and wouldn't let go, and kept shouting, help me, help me, I didn't want to be paralyzed or something.
Charles especially wanted to say, if you open your eyes and see, paralysis is the best outcome in this room, but he also knew that it was impossible for the patients to think about this at this time, fear had already swallowed them up.
The human spirit is so fragile. For the first time, Charles realized that this coverage also included himself, because for the first time, he resisted accessing a person's spirit.
He knew that he should use his superpower to comfort the patient now, making him believe that he would be treated soon, that he would not be paralyzed, and that he would survive well.
But he knew what he would hear once he plugged in, nothing but despair and deeper despair, and listening to this sound also made Charles despair.
Because he has no way to guarantee that this patient will not be paralyzed, or even that he will not die, because the loss of feeling in his lower body may not be a lumbar problem, but a brain problem. All of this is unknown, and he cannot guarantee anything.
thing.
"David...David!!!"
Charles's roar spread along the spiritual network, and with a snap, a figure appeared outside the door of the emergency room. As expected, he was caught in instantly.
Charles saw that David's face was a little pale, but he didn't care. He grabbed David's arm and pulled him to the hospital bed and said: "Think of a way, many people are in pain."
"I'm sorry, but I can't use my ability now." David took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and said: "I have a mental problem, they are... I don't know, I don't know that castle
What happened? Everything is in chaos."
Charles echoed what Schiller said about David's unstable mental state. After thinking about it, he felt that the consequences of the explosion of this time bomb would be more serious, but who else could he call now?
After that, several more interns were arrested one after another, but there were still not enough manpower. Charles thought, how can those people still sit in the library when their lives are at stake? Isn't it a doctor's bounden duty to treat illnesses and save lives?
Charles was a little angry, so he directly gave a psychological suggestion to the nearest group of interns, asking them to all go this way when they walked through this corridor, and all of them came to the emergency room to help.
After a busy night, together with the dozens of injured patients who were later admitted, they were finally pushed into their respective wards. Charles, covered in blood, sat at the door of the hospital hall and sighed deeply.
As a result, Schiller called him back before lunch time. Charles knew something was wrong when he saw Schiller's face.
"Did I warn you not to go down that corridor?"
"I'm lost," Charles tried to argue.
"But I don't believe that all 17 interns will get lost in that corridor in one night. Their teachers must have warned them."
"I gave them a hint because the emergency room is short of people and we need more people to save people!"
Schiller let out a long sigh, threw a thick stack of records on the table and said, "All the interns you hired were admitted to the psychiatry department after this morning. They were frightened."
Charles also realized that his hands and feet were cold.
This is a completely different experience from doing anatomy in class. Human blood is warm, real, and vital. Human cries are tragic, you can understand them, and you can completely empathize with them.
Being suddenly in the center of such a tragic and major accident will have an indelible mental impact on people. No matter how clearly they understand the structure of the human body in textbooks, no one can look at it rationally at the moment they are involved.
"Many times, not letting interns do something is to protect you." Schiller looked at Charles' somewhat pale face and said, "Most of you are not prepared to help, but you should do more.
Do yourself a favor, we can't consume our future."
"But we need to save our current situation." Although Charles felt dizzy, nauseated, and a little dazed, he still insisted: "We can't just ignore death, and everyone has to do their part."
"Charles, do you realize that the ability of every psychic is two-way?" Schiller looked at Charles and said: "When you feel the impact and manipulate others, you are also affected by what is in their minds. This
The impact is deeper than you think."
Charles froze on the spot.
"Every environment has a collective consciousness. Ordinary people can only feel the atmosphere, but you can clearly understand it, communicate with it, and even become one with it."
"The words you said are not what you said, but what all the people in this hospital and society said about the collective consciousness of their responsibilities and requirements."
Schiller walked closer, looked directly into Charles' blue eyes and said: "No one can live as society requires a subject. As a psychiatrist, you must first allow people to be weak, and you must also allow yourself
Weakness, realizing that you are not omniscient and omnipotent, and that you have weaknesses that you can escape from.”
Charles clenched his fists.
"How do I escape?"
"like me."
"What?"
"Delete this memory and get some sleep. Everything will be fine."
"no I do not……"
Charles turned around, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned back, what appeared in his field of vision was Schiller's sandbag-sized fist.
"boom!"
Looking at Charles lying on the ground, Schiller waved his hand and snorted coldly and said: