Chapter 1534: Schiller's Disappearance (Part 1)

In the surgeon's office of the Presbyterian Hospital, Strange was frowning and checking the matching data. Just as Schiller expected, after learning about his brother Victor's condition, he decisively decided to perform a liver transplant.

But he knew more about the current medical development on Earth than Schiller. In fact, even if there had not been an explosive growth in technology in recent times, cancer was not completely hopeless. Wakanda had a way to treat cancer.

After seeing Victor's diagnosis report, Strange contacted Black Panther immediately, but Black Panther told him that although they could use the power of the Panther God to remove cancer cells, they had no good solution for genetic problems.

In other words, even if the power of Wakanda was used to remove cancer cells once, once the genetic problem worsened again, Victor would have to suffer again, so Strange decided to just do a liver transplant.

In the past, this decision was somewhat risky, because the biggest problem of organ transplantation is rejection, but in fact, Dr. Connors has in-depth research on human rejection. If he participates in this operation, the prognosis and treatment effect will be much better. In addition, all parties have worked together to find the most suitable liver source, and he will be the main surgeon, so the risk has been reduced to the lowest.

The good news is that with the help of Nick, a suitable liver source was found quickly, and there is more than one. Now Strange is selecting the most suitable one with the help of his old classmates.

But at this moment, with a "bang", the balcony door was pushed open. Strange turned around and saw the mecha rushing in from the balcony. He immediately frowned angrily and raised his voice and said, "Tony Stark! What do you want to do?!"

"You actually asked me what I want to do?!" Stark's tone was higher than his. With a click, the mecha's cheek opened. Stark stared at Strange with a rather cold look and said, "Why did you violate the agreement between us? Don't you know how much we have paid to stabilize Schiller's mental state?"

Strange frowned even deeper. He put down the paper and pen in his hand, stood up, turned around and looked at Stark and said, "What on earth are you talking about?" How crazy? Tony, what does this have to do with Schiller? "

Before Stark could speak, Strange stretched out his hand and said, "Yes, I asked him to help me persuade Victor, but they talked for less than three minutes in total. He just calmed Victor's emotions. Isn't this okay?"

The anger on Stark's face disappeared and turned into a deeper expression. He stepped forward and looked into Strange's eyes and said, "You have known him for so long, don't you know what kind of person he is?"

"Schiller would want everything to go perfectly according to his plan, to ensure that there are no accidents in all links, and he doesn't care at any cost!" Stark emphasized.

He hammered the wall next to him with one hand, and then said: "As long as he is involved in something, he will do his best to ensure that the result is as perfect as he expected, even if he may hurt himself in the process."

Strange's brows frowned deeper and deeper, he took a deep breath and said: "Don't keep me in suspense, tell me what's going on."

"Death came to me last night." Stark tilted his head to one side, turned to look out the window, and said in a low tone: "Schiller went to her again, you know, there is a deal between the two of them."

"All human deaths must go to the kingdom of death, but Schiller can pay a price to let the kingdom of death exclude certain people, so that their souls can go directly to the paradise built by Schiller."

Stark lowered his eyes and said: "Three days ago, that is On the night of your brother transferred to the hospital, Schiller went to find death, just like he changed to my parents before. He took part of his soul to deal with death, asking him to refuse your brother's soul. " His eyes first looked down, then stomped his feet in place, and looked at Stark with both hands and waist again, asking, "Are you sure? I mean ... Are you sure he used a part of his soul for me to deal with him?" Shake his head and walked to the desk and sat down. Stark narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw Steland's arm muscles twitching, and his fingertips were trembling, but he didn't look like the symptoms of anxiety, but like some nerve reflexes that had always existed. Symptoms. But soon, he denied it. Strange and Schiller's symptoms were not the same, but somewhat similar, so he instinctively uttered a term: "Asperger's syndrome?"

"Are you here to be a doctor?" Strange did not give in.

"Of course not. I just want to talk to you. I know that my parents were resurrected because of Schiller, so I have no right to ask you not to let him do this. I just hope you are aware of the possible consequences."

Stark put away the mecha, walked to sit opposite Strange, leaned back in the chair, put one hand on the edge of the table, and said: "Maybe he won't be really crazy, nor will he put the universe into real danger, because we and this world are his precious treasures, but this doesn't mean he won't suffer."

"Schiller's strong desire for emotion masks this pain, but I insist that there is no benefit in continuing to let his mental state develop."

At this point, Stark sighed again and said: "Facing Schiller, I always feel powerless."

"Every failure makes me more anxious, because I clearly see how my patience is worn out, which means that one day I will give up, and I can't give up curing Schiller."

Strange just sat opposite and listened quietly. Stark couldn't see any expression on his face, and Stark didn't know whether this was a manifestation of Asperger's syndrome's symptoms of inattention when socializing with people.

"I'll take care of this." Strange stood up and made a gesture to see him off. Stark sat on the chair and looked up at him. After a while, he lowered his head and shook his head.

It seemed that he felt that Strange did not really understand him, and another pessimistic mood surged into Stark's heart.

He certainly knew that Strange had the ability to stop Schiller from going crazy. Even if he didn't stop him, Strange could go to the kingdom of death like him and exchange Schiller's soul for other things.

But what about next time? What about the next time? Can everyone stop Schiller or recover what he lost like them? Does everyone have the patience to save Schiller?

Or, is this really possible?

After a long time, Stark once again felt the uncontrollable wave of anxiety engulfing him, as if he was floating on the vast ocean. He knew that the ship would not come, but he didn't want to give up. He felt that his struggle was futile, but he could do nothing else.

Until Stark left Strange's office, he did not see any emotion on Strange's face. He thought that perhaps not everyone was as worried as he was.

Most people and Schiller himself thought Schiller was very good, but he was the only one who was like a madman, constantly playing the role of the annoying roadblock on this seemingly smooth road.

After Stark left, Strange still said nothing. He just took out his mobile phone and dialed a number and said.

"Hello, Schiller? I have selected the liver source for transplantation. All conditions are very good. The operation will probably be performed in a week, but I feel a little nervous now. Can I go to your place? ... Okay, see you in the evening."

Strange did not rush to the appointment immediately. He first handled all the liver transplant information, and then went to see the head nurse to confirm the schedule for the day of the operation. He even performed two minor operations for his absent colleagues. He drove to Arkham Sanatorium until it was completely dark.

Schiller seemed to have just finished his meal. He asked Strange to sit on the single sofa on one side of the office. As usual, he brought a stack of psychological assessment scales, took one out and handed it to Strange, saying, "Take a stress test first."

Strange said nothing and started filling out the form. After he finished, Schiller took the scale, glanced at it and said, "Mild anxiety symptoms caused by a stressful environment, no big problem."

Then Schiller looked at Strange's eye movements again, and found that his eyes were slightly unfocused. After finding that Strange's arm muscles were stiff, Schiller frowned and said, "Some of your mental conditions may affect your nerve reflexes, which may affect your performance on the operating table."

"Tony came to see me today." Strange suddenly changed the subject and said, "He said you went to find death and wanted to use you An arm to ensure that Victor will not die. My physical reaction does not come from anxiety, but anger. "

Strange leaned forward, his arms on his knees, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "I hope you can stop doing this."

Schiller paused while flipping the scale. He looked up at Strange, then retracted his gaze and asked, "Why?"

"Because you are questioning my surgical skills." Strange said very seriously, "Because you think the operation will fail, but this is impossible. I will not make any mistakes in front of the operating table. Your guarantee is completely unnecessary."

"I just want to add an extra layer of insurance." Schiller continued to flip the things in his hand and said, "I hope you can understand."

"I don't understand, and I hope you will stop this behavior immediately." Strange kept staring at Schiller's eyes.

"Okay, then I will cancel the transaction tonight, I think..."

"I'm not just talking about Victor." Strange interrupted him immediately and said, "It's all similar incidents. You treat us like babies who can't walk independently. Questioning our abilities will mess everything up, so make all the safeguards in advance-stop all such behavior immediately."

Schiller paused, and when he looked up at Strange again, his eyes were calm with a hint of indifference and anger. He stared into Strange's eyes and said.

"You should know that I'm helping..."

"I'm not Tony Stark." Strange also stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "Your moral kidnapping is completely useless, because I have no morals. I'm not persuading you, but informing you that if you don't stop this behavior, you will pay the price for it."

"Do you know what you are talking about? Stephen Strange." Schiller called Strange's full name for the first time, and his tone began to carry a hint of coldness that he had never revealed to his friends.

"Of course." Strange stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he looked back at Schiller and said.

"Stark can't cure you just because he is cowardly, but I am different from him. I am willing to pay any price to achieve my goal and am not trapped by any moral shackles, so..."

Strange dragged out a long tone, stood straight at the door, raised his chin slightly and said, "You can try, Schiller."