Chapter 1533: New York Troubles (Part 2)

Schiller found Strange, who looked a little haggard, outside the intensive care unit of the Presbyterian Hospital. Usually, this surgeon always took care of his appearance meticulously, and you could tell at a glance that he had mysophobia.

But now, his beard looked like he hadn't trimmed it for at least a week, his suit and shirt were full of wrinkles, his collar was uneven, and there was even an unknown water stain on his trouser legs.

Schiller took a quick look at his appearance and deduced that Strange probably didn't go home to pack his luggage during this week, but stayed here to fight with someone.

Schiller walked over and sat beside him. Strange said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Stay away from me. I haven't showered for four or five days."

"Although I want to say that this may be a desensitization therapy for your mysophobia, I don't think you will agree with my point of view. Okay, tell me, what is going on?"

Strange hesitated for a moment. His expression was tense all the time. It can be seen that he didn't want to collapse, but in the end he couldn't hold on. He looked at Schiller with a look of help and said, "You must help me persuade him. He needs treatment and stay here, lying in bed until he recovers."

Seeing Strange's fragile expression, which he didn't often show, Schiller sighed softly, but still patted Strange's shoulder, stood up and said, "I'll go see your brother and do my best to persuade him to stay."

After that, he walked into the ward. Victor, who was lying on the bed, looked a bit like Strange, but because of long-term farming, he looked much rougher. Although he was not old, his temperament was very mature.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller." Victor recognized Schiller, greeted Schiller, and then said, "Have you seen Stephen? He should have gone home, right?"

"No, he went downstairs to buy something." Schiller moved a chair and sat next to Victor, and said, "You should know why he asked me to see you. In fact, I am very confused. You should not be short of money, why are you so anxious to go back to the farm to work?"

Victor pursed his lips, looking a little helpless: "It's not urgent to work, and it's not impossible to stay in New York. I'm not so hypocritical that I'm not satisfied with living in such a good ward."

"I know this is not for Stephen. What, he has plenty of money, he can easily take a few months off to take care of me, and I am different from my father, I know that if I am sick, I need to be treated. "

Schiller looked him up and down, and then said: "You feel pressure and want to escape from the current environment, why?"

Victor was silent for a moment, looked up at Schiller and asked: "Do you know what kind of person Stephen is?"

Schiller just looked at him silently without answering, Victor retracted his gaze and said: "Or, do you really think that his achievements today are all due to talent?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Surgery requires certain talents for doctors, The most important thing is to be calm and steady, but it is unrealistic to say that it is all about talent. The details of any industry require thousands of times of practice. "

"Stephen is a person who is extremely focused." Victor looked at Schiller and said, "You can even describe him as crazy."

"He will try one thing thousands of times until he succeeds. No matter what everyone and himself encounters in the middle, he will try every possible way to ensure that the goal is perfectly achieved."

"I don't know how to describe it." Victor shook his head, as if he was at a loss for words, and said, "I don't know what you call this behavior in psychology, but I think it is It's crazy. "

"Stephen's achievements today are precisely because of his crazy concentration." Victor turned his head and continued: "The Strange family does not have any strong genetic talents. He can go all the way from a remote town to New York to become a doctor, a well-known surgeon, and even the 'Hand of God', all thanks to his crazy efforts and this almost crazy never-give-up attitude. "

Schiller fell into silent thinking. Judging from the behavior of Doctor Strange in the comics, this is indeed the case. When his hand was injured and he could no longer continue to work in the surgical industry, he traveled around the world to find a solution, and even endured the asceticism of Kamar-Taj.

After he became the Supreme Sorcerer, because he lost his lover, he kept using the Time Stone to go back in time, wanting to save his lover, regardless of the consequences of all magic overdrafts.

Some of his actions in the Illuminati also show that he does not care about secular morality or other people's opinions, but only wants to realize his own ideas, even regardless of right or wrong.

Schiller previously believed that Strange might have some tendencies to Asperger's syndrome, but the effect of intervention today would not be great.

Schiller believes that if only Strange has superhuman magical abilities, he might be dangerous, but now the situation on Earth is flourishing, and there are checks and balances, which means that Strange's personality will not cause too much harm, and strong concentration makes it easier to help the magic world achieve its goals.

In summary, Schiller has always felt that Strange's treatment priority is not high. Compared with those who are almost unable to take care of themselves, or even go crazy and cause a world war, he is still normal, so he can be put aside for the time being.

Now that most of the major problems have been solved, the possibility of civil war or foreign war has been minimized, so Schiller decided to start solving Strange's problem.

"Are you afraid?" Schiller pointed out.

Victor hesitated, but nodded and said, "I don't know what he will do to me, whether it is with his magical surgical skills or that strange magic, but I am really worried that if the treatment is not as good as he wants..."

Victor did not say the second half of his sentence. But Schiller could understand what he meant. From the reality, the brothers have been separated for too long. The difference in living environment has shaped their completely different personalities, and the lack of understanding for so long has made them strangers.

Blood relationship is not so magical, and even the strongest family affection will fade over time. Victor knows that his brother is a little extreme, and it may be that Strange said some extreme words when dealing with his father's illness, so he is afraid, not knowing what will happen in the future, and not knowing what Strange will do to him.

So the more Strange persuaded him to stay, the more pressure he felt. When people feel insecure and stressed, they just want to return to the environment they are most familiar with, so Victor always wants to go home.

Schiller stretched out a hand and held Victor's arm, looking into his eyes and said, "I have a nursing home, which is very far from downtown New York City, where your brother works. He is very busy at work, so I am afraid he doesn't have that much time to see you. I will let the doctors and nurses take good care of you."

Victor opened his mouth to say something, and Schiller continued, "But if you insist on leaving, Stephen will definitely go back with you, and he may bring a lot of doctors and nurses back. You know how paranoid he is, don't you?"

Victor immediately showed a nervous expression, and he stammered, "You can't do this, the neighbors may think I'm dying, this, this is too much!"

"So, going to a suburban nursing home far away from him is the best choice. I am Stephen's friend, he trusts me very much. If he wants to do something, I can help you stop him, you are safe there."

Victor took a deep breath, he looked at Schiller tentatively, and said, "I'm not repaying kindness with enmity. I know that he paid for my hospitalization. I just..."

Schiller pressed hard again He lowered his arm and said, "Your brother does have some mental problems, and any normal person will feel pressure when dealing with a mentally ill person, because they are unpredictable, and people are afraid of everything unpredictable."

Victor lowered his head and said, "I want him to be happier, but I can't control myself. Maybe I'm not that normal."

Schiller pondered for a moment and said relatively conservatively, "Generally speaking, some significant symptoms of mental instability may come from genetics. You are brothers, so you will be similar in some aspects. If you are not a person with your own ideas, you may have let him arrange it."

Victor finally showed his first smile, although it was still a little bitter, but more like self-deprecation. He said, "You are right, I am also a famous stubborn person in our town, and all those with the surname Strange are the same."

Schiller finally let go of his hand and told Victor some precautions. A few minutes later, Strange walked in. After Victor was taken out by the nurse, he looked at Schiller with gratitude, but still covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice and said.

"I think psychology should also be classified as magic, what do you think?"

Schiller smiled and patted his shoulder, and Strange's gloomy temperament accumulated over the past few days finally disappeared.

Victor successfully transferred to Arkham Sanatorium, and Strange returned to work in the Sanctuary, but such a peaceful life only lasted three days. Schiller, who returned to the sanatorium again, got a medical report from the attending doctor.

"Inherited metabolic liver disease?" Schiller read out the series of words on it. The gray-haired attending doctor pushed his glasses and said, "Yes, and it is a multi-gene inherited liver disease. The symptoms are very complicated. No precedent has been found so far. It is not certain whether it will worsen, but it is possible." Schiller frowned and said, "If, I mean if, his liver returns to the state of sixteen years old, will it get better?" Schiller actually wanted to ask if the time gem was useful. The attending doctor seemed to have never heard of such a question and thought Schiller was euphemistically asking if the patient had bad living habits, so he said, "This is different from acquired diseases such as fatty liver or alcoholic liver. It has little to do with living habits, and the onset of the disease is almost certain." "In addition, the patient's condition is still healthy. If there is no sudden liver failure, there should be no danger to life within ten years, but no one can guarantee whether there will be sudden symptoms." Schiller thought for a while and asked, "Can a liver transplant be done?" "There is no great need for the time being, but if you have to do it, it is possible, but we can't do it here. First, we don't have the qualifications for matching, and second, there is no suitable surgeon."

Schiller waved his hand to indicate that he understood. After the doctor left, he started to look up information about liver transplantation without even thinking about it.

Even though Schiller was a psychiatrist, he could hear the doctor's implication just now. This kind of complex and rare case can only be left to fate, or it can be safe for decades without getting sick, and after getting sick, the technical level of modern medicine is basically helpless.

But since there are signs of illness now, it means that the situation is not optimistic. If a liver transplant can be performed, it must be done. After all, Victor, as a relative of an important figure on Earth, can be protected by many parties, and the success rate of the transplant is guaranteed. Of course, the sooner the better.

Schiller knew that when Strange learned about his brother's condition, he would definitely make such a decision, and he would definitely perform the operation himself. No one could break his confidence in this regard.

But in addition to medical protection, Schiller had to do some other protection work. After all, Strange had made an indelible and important contribution to the development of the Earth, and it would not be good to let him end up alone.

As for how to do this guarantee work, Schiller certainly has rich experience. On a sunny day, Schiller came to the Kingdom of Death again with one arm.

"Death, I'm here to negotiate terms!"

Marvel's mental illness is really scattered like a fairy, except for Spider-Man, there is no normal one