Hearing Stark's scream, Schiller, who was carrying it over to search for herbs in the cabinet, smiled.
Tony Stark, a presence that left all hospitals in New York helpless, including Schiller and Strange's Presbyterian Hospital.
There is no doubt that Stark is rich and very rich. The fund invested by Stark Group in medical care every year is astronomical, and he is a big funder that no hospital can afford to offend.
But equally, the richer he is, how difficult it is to deal with. With Schiller's intervention, Stark's anxiety improved a lot, but he was just not sick, not a different person.
It can even be said that because he is not sick, his personality has a greater stage of performance. Stark has never been a good man. The part of his bad playboy often comes out to let go, sometimes he is irritable and sometimes pretentious.
If Strange is the kind of doctor Schiller can't stand the most, then Stark must be the patient he can't stand the most. So far, the main reason why no one has any objection to Stark's high medical fee paid to Schiller is that when anyone who comes into contact with Stark heard that he actually has a psychologist, most of them were watching silently for the doctor.
Stark made too many unreasonable requests in the hospital. Take Pepper's incident at that time for example. The tumor in Pepper's uterus was even invisible on the naked eye, but he asked the doctor to provide a complete treatment plan.
In theory, he does have unreasonable capital. After all, he doesn't need insurance when he sees a doctor almost every time. This is a very terrifying thing in the United States, but Stark doesn't care about that much.
But Schiller must be firmly standing on the doctor's side. Even if the doctor is Strange, he can help the doctor without any psychological burden.
Strange's description of vortex disease is correct. It's just like diabetes. There are quite a few people in this world who die from diabetes and various complications, but most people can still survive as long as they receive treatment and maintain it reasonably.
Among the several types of vortex disease, only one is the more dangerous situation mentioned by Strange, and it must be treated without intervention and completely allowed to develop the disease, which will worsen to that level in a short period of time.
Most other patients rely on long-term medication to slow down the limb curl. When the treatment effect is good, they can even perform normal movement of their fingers without affecting their daily life at all.
From the vortex pattern on Stark's fingertips, it can be seen that he has not had this disease for a long time, and it only took a few days. Through injection treatment, it can ensure that it does not worsen within at least three months. If you take the medicine, it will not affect your ability to move at all.
But Strange's slightly wrong description method scared Stark very much.
"How to treat it?" Stark asked, "Don't tell me to cut my fingers off. I still have to write."
"Oh, you can write?" Schiller asked curiously. He was actually a little curious about what role Stark played in this game.
"Of course, I am the most famous detective from Westchester City. My assistant and I have cracked many major cases that have left the Westchester Police Department clueless in three years..."
Good guy, Schiller thought to himself, Detective Stark, right?
Then your assistant must be the famous Steve Rogers? He has been on the battlefield and has a high level of force. He has met, and he has met.
It was really hard for Schiller to imagine how they should solve the case, and he felt that these two people would be able to arrange the plot, which was very abstract in itself, and it was even more abstract when they happened to run into him and Strange.
Stark bragged there for a long time, and when he saw that no one was supporting him, he had to touch his nose a little embarrassedly.
"So what are you going to do? What... what medicine is there?"
"Raw blood." Schiller replied.
"Well, where are you going to get the raven blood?"
“Either purchase from Bear Guard. Or… do you have weapons?”
"Of course," Stark said, "I have a revolver and there are three bullets left."
"The raven that delivers us newspapers every day looks healthy and should be able to treat you if it has its blood."
"The raven that delivered the newspaper? Well, with my superb marksmanship, I can definitely shoot it down, but are you sure this can work?"
"Otherwise I can do a spinal puncture for you." Strange flashed the iron rod on his hand with his finger, "This should also relieve some of the symptoms."
Looking at the black spike that was as long as an adult's forearm, Stark's head was almost shook out of the afterimage.
"Do you have money?" Schiller said, "It takes money to subscribe to newspapers. We can't pay for it ourselves, we don't have much money."
"Yes, yes." Stark casually grabbed a handful of coins from his pants pocket. A golden light almost blinded Schiller's eyes.
Gold coins!! Schiller roared in his heart. This guy actually has several gold coins!!
Where is sulfur? Where is my sulfur??!
Just as he was excited, he pressed a hand on his shoulder. Strange shook his head gently and signaled that he would be at the back.
Strange picked up a copper coin and threw it into the metal passage, and said to the other side: "If you want an evening newspaper, please send it as soon as possible."
Stark, who supported his upper body, looked back at the passage and said, "Did I just fall from there?"
"Yes."
"That damn wooden man, I knocked me out while I turned around." Stark muttered, "I thought I had encountered a black shop."
"He is really irritable," Schiller said as he said, "but we are the best doctors here, you are here in the right place."
While talking, the small window above the room opened. Schiller said in a deep voice: "Prepare!"
Stark waved his hand lightly, and a beautiful golden revolver appeared in his hand. Then Schiller remembered that there was magic in this world.
The moment the black raven fell on the windowsill, the revolver opened fire with a "bang". The raven let out a scream, and the birds and newspapers fell in.
The raven that was hit was not dead so quickly, and was still suffocating weakly. Schiller picked up his pliers and walked over, stepped on the raven's body and looked at his head. "Bangbang" for two moves. The raven stood still.
Schiller picked up the poor bird and looked around, but saw nothing abnormal, so he pretended to take it to the operating table to bleed.
Just when he opened the raven's chest, he found that there was only a small crystal core that was originally located in the heart, emitting a strange purple light.
Schiller paid attention to adjusting his body position and did not let Stark see any abnormalities. He dug out the small crystal core quietly and threw it into his pocket.
Then he put the blood of the raven clean, the feathers were plucked, the limbs were disassembled, and the bones and flesh were piled up separately. He didn't even let go of his eyes and beak, so he found a jar to soak it, and might be used in the future.
He took the raven's blood and prepared medicine for vortex disease and drew it into the syringe. However, he encountered great trouble when applying the needle to Stark.
As expected, Stark didn't cooperate at all. He looked at the brass syringe in Schiller's hand and hid frantically, yelling, "Don't think of pricking me with that thing! Why don't you just use street lights?!"
Schiller couldn't help but look at Strange, and his eyes meant "You two have quite similar metaphorical styles."
Strange was also helpless. He picked up the hook placed next to the fireplace and said, "Please cooperate, patient, and don't interfere with our work."
"What do you want to do?" Stark said in horror, "You are a doctor, not a killer!"
The fire pounding in the fireplace seemed to have something to say.
Stark jumped off the bed, ran to the head of another bed, and looked across the bed with Strange who had caught up with him. Schiller surrounded the other side with his pliers.
Seeing that Stark had no choice but to retreat, he took out his gun.
Just as the three of them were in a stalemate, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. Schiller and Strange paused and immediately put down their things.
"Why...is it..." The nurse's hoarse voice came over.
At this moment, Schiller and Strange seemed to have found their backbone. They rushed to the door quickly.
"Ms.! Some patients don't cooperate! My medicine has been prepared, and he doesn't let me get an injection! And he wants to shoot us!"
"Yes, he had just fired a shot and almost broke the glass in the ward. What should I do?!"
The nurse was a little stunned when they heard it. Obviously, he never thought that there would be such a discomfortable patient.
"Wood...what is doing..." The nurse's tone was full of dissatisfaction. The next second, there was a "bang", as if something had hit the door. But the nurse's body was obviously not moving.
The whole room shook for a moment, Stark staggered, and the revolver almost broke out. He hurriedly held the head of the hospital bed and stood firm. But Schiller had already taken advantage of the moment when he was in a daze and threw out the pliers in his hand at him.
"Bang!"
Stark was smashed to the ground.
"Thank you, ma'am, I wish you a good life." Strange said, knocking on the door and saying.
The two of them lifted Stark who was knocked unconscious together and put it on the operating table. Schiller gently pushed the liquid in the syringe and said, "I remember you asked me to practice infusion. Isn't the opportunity here?"
"Take it," Strange said. "Intravenous injection is not difficult. Judging from the stability of your hands, you should be able to practice quickly."
"To prevent him from waking up from waking up, I should give him a shot first." Schiller picked up the syringe filled with mandala anesthetics next to him and said, "I'm sorry, Tony, I really don't know you're coming. Otherwise I'll definitely buy anesthetics."
Strange walked aside and began to look at the newspaper that had just fallen into with the Raven.
Schiller was ready to take action. The needle was almost pierced, and Strange suddenly said, "Wait, don't touch him first, come and see this."
Schiller walked over and saw Strange pointing at a news in the newspaper. It read: "Detective Poirot was wanted by Westchester Police Department and was suspected of being involved in the bloodthirsty demon flower murder case. If there are clues of sightings from the public, report the police department to the police department to receive a reward of 10 silver coins!"
The two turned their heads at Stark on the bed at the same time.