Chapter 1037: Shocking the Ordinary People (XIV)

"Don't worry, drink some water first, and we'll talk slowly." Schiller walked to the table next to him and poured a glass of water for Strange.

Usually, Schiller, Strange and Loki are more like bad friends. When the three of them get together, apart from bringing a little shock to the cosmic demons, they are also sarcastic to each other.

There is no other reason. These three people represent three forces, and these three forces are complicated and can't be explained clearly.

Loki's Asgard is full of debts, and Kamar-Taj led by Strange is not calm. The human heroes on Schiller's side have more fun. These three masters of yin and yang get together. The sneeze of the important figures of the three parties can cause a tsunami.

But now, Schiller feels that he still needs to care about Strange, because Strange's condition looks too bad.

Strange has mysophobia and certain paranoid symptoms. Like most surgeons, he has extremely strict requirements for his appearance and action language. He wants to have the upper hand in all aspects and will never easily make himself embarrassed.

This did not change after he became the Sorcerer Supreme. If Ancient One's leadership style was to focus on the big picture and ignore the small details, then Strange was very cautious, precise to the point of every apprentice's daily course, and he would ask about every detail.

Now, the buttons on Strange's suit looked crooked to one side. It should be that when he buttoned the buttons, his hands were shaking and he couldn't button them, causing the buttons to be pulled crooked. Although the tie knot was tied neatly, it seemed that he couldn't put it into the suit jacket many times, causing wrinkles on the edge.

The cuffs that were usually taken care of were not buttoned, not to mention the dark circles under the glasses and the fine lines near the mouth muscles when the corners of the mouth were turned down.

This image was common for Stark, because he often stayed up late to do experiments and was unwilling to wear formal clothes. Even Pepper tied his tie for him, but it was extremely abnormal when it happened to Strange.

Schiller knew that Strange was more like Arrogant Schiller. Both of them were meticulous about their appearance. If there was anything that could make them look so shabby, it must be a big deal.

Strange picked up the water cup that Schiller handed him, but his hands were shaking, causing the water to splash onto the table, which made him even more uncomfortable. Schiller keenly noticed his symptoms, so he turned to the cabinet behind and took out the covered straw cup for mental patients.

But Strange seemed to be stimulated. He slapped the table with his palm and said, "I'm not a mental patient! Why did you bring me a safety cup? I can take care of myself! I can..."

As he said that, he reached out to take the ordinary water cup on the table again, but this time it shook more violently. His hand shook and he threw the cup out directly. It fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, breaking into several pieces, and the water also spilled out.

Schiller frowned. He found that he had underestimated Strange's condition. He was not just suffering from an anxiety attack. He looked like a sign of bipolar disorder. His temper came too suddenly and his behavior pattern changed too quickly.

Schiller just turned around to get the cleaning tools and planned to clean up the water cup on the ground, but found that Strange actually bent down and wanted to reach out to pick up the broken pieces of the cup. He immediately rushed over and stopped Strange. Strange seemed to realize something. He covered his mouth with his hand, propped his elbow on the table, and took a deep breath.

Schiller cleaned up the debris on the ground and poured Strange a glass of water again, but did not hand it to him. Instead, he placed it between the two of them. Strange was quickly attracted by the glass of water. Staring at the calm water surface, he seemed to be much calmer.

"Tell me what happened." Schiller took the initiative to speak.

"My father is in poor health..." Strange said with a trembling voice, but the next second he gritted his teeth and said: "But he deserves it! He smokes, drinks and takes drugs, and hangs out in the casino every day!"

Strange took a few deep breaths, and his tone became sad again: "But it's not his fault. My mother died, my sister was injured, I left home to study, and my brother was very rebellious. He had too many troubles to tell, but he refused to see a psychiatrist because he felt he was not sick..."

"But in fact, whether it is physically or mentally, he is very ill. Alcohol erodes his brain and nicotine hurts his lungs. Colleagues in the laboratory said that his lungs are no longer save. He smoked too much. When he felt pain in the later stage, he had to use marijuana to numb himself..."

Strange suddenly fell silent, from quickly telling the secrets of his life experience to complete silence. In just one second, he was like a machine gun without bullets.

"What does he think of you?" Schiller asked a very crucial question. He knew that this might irritate Strange, but he had to ask it because it might be the key to Strange's illness.

"He would rather rot at home, and let his lungs shrink to the point of losing two-thirds of their function, than go to his son who works in a large hospital in New York! I am still his eldest son!" Strange pounded his fist on the table again, and said, "Those damn country doctors deceived him! It must be like this! They must have told him that it was okay, so it dragged on like this. I knew that group of ignorant, stupid mediocre people..."

"Stephen." Schiller called his name, Strange stopped talking, and Schiller looked at him and asked, "Can you give me the phone number of the doctor who treated your father?"

"I think you may not have communicated calmly before, which may cause you to miss some details of your father's illness. If you can't control your emotions, I can make a phone call for you to ask carefully, maybe there will be any turning point?"

" What do they have! "Strangqi lowered his voice and yelled:" They are all a group of unparalleled waves! Damn! "This fool is unwilling to admit that his medical skills are rotten! After graduating from the college, he entered Columbia University and New York Presbyterian Hospital at the speed of creating records. "Do you remember the first time we met?" Schiller smiled at Strange and said, "It was at a consultation. The day before, I drank too much at night and was late, and you said that psychiatrists are all charlatans..."

Strange, who was originally scolding other doctors indignantly, suddenly froze for a moment, and then turned his head away awkwardly. Schiller continued, "But I don't blame you, because I know that surgeons are like this. Surgeons don't understand medicine at all. You only know how to perform surgery."

Strange almost jumped up from the chair like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He said, "I graduated from New York Medical College at a record speed..."

"You are stupid, arrogant, narrow-minded, bad-tempered, and overly arrogant..."

"What did you say? !!!!!"

"But you did a great job in surgery."

"Oh...thank you."

Just as Strange put away his smug expression, he was stunned again and looked at Schiller, who smiled with a prank and said, "See, you don't care whether you know medicine or not, you only care whether you do a good job in surgery."

Just as Strange was about to say something, Schiller picked up the He took a sip of water from the cup and said, "But this is actually normal, because surgeons do not have the right to prescribe, nor do they need to perform tests and anesthesia. You only need to be responsible for the operation. Everyone has their own duties, right?"

"You regard psychiatrists as charlatans because comforting patients and prescribing psychiatric drugs to them are not within your scope of responsibility. I don't think it's difficult to perform surgery because I have never been on the operating table."

"The same is true for those township doctors. Their duties do not include comforting patients or performing surgery on patients. They are only responsible for simple examinations , if there are cases beyond their capabilities, all they can do is to send patients to large hospitals. "

"Just as you gradually understand me, and the profession of psychiatrist, you always have to give those township doctors you look down on a chance to see if they have done their job, even if it is very simple for you."

Strange curled his lips. Schiller's consolation method easily moved him. If Schiller argued with him about "it's not easy for grassroots doctors either", Strange would only get more angry. Once people get stuck in a dead end, the more they confront each other, the harder it is to get out.

However, Schiller used himself as an example to illustrate that surgeons, psychiatrists and township grassroots doctors only have different responsibilities. Everyone only completes their own duties, and surgeons are no exception.

After all, even the best surgeons, such as Strange, do not have the right to prescribe, and cannot even prescribe medicine, but some township doctors can.

Based on this reality, Strange can only admit that everyone has different responsibilities and their suggestions can be listened to.

So, Strange reluctantly opened the address book on his mobile phone, found the phone number of the doctor he had contacted, and then sent the message to Schiller. After Schiller got the phone number, he did not call immediately, but sent a text message first. After a while, the call came.

"Oh, hello, yes, it's from me. I'm Mr. Strange's psychiatrist. I think he may have said something rude to you before. I apologize to you on his behalf. His mental condition is not very good now..."

"Yes, I also worked at the Presbyterian Hospital and was a colleague of his before, but don't worry, I'm not a surgeon. They don't know anything except surgery, right?"

"Oh, you're flattering. I think that calm communication is what every normal adult should do."

"Yes, when I was giving Mr. Strange psychological treatment, I found that he was very worried about his father's condition. Because he didn't communicate with you rationally before, he didn't get too many details, so I called to consult more details..."

Before Schiller asked a question, the doctor opposite him said all the information in one breath like pouring beans. Schiller took out a notebook and started to take notes while listening.

"Really? He started to have symptoms three years ago? Difficulty breathing? Excuse me, did you suggest him to go to a big hospital for treatment? Yes, I know you would definitely suggest so, but what about the other party's attitude?"

"Yes, we all know that Dr. Strange works in the best hospital in New York. Didn't old Mr. Strange mention this to you? Did he mention his eldest son to you?"

Schiller, who was taking notes with his head down, could clearly see from the corner of his eye that Strange's arm muscles tensed up instantly and his breathing became faster. He seemed to be expecting and afraid of this answer.

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