Chapter 2332: Psychic Assault (XVIII)

Chapter 2363 Psychic Assault (XVIII)

Charles was distracted, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a bright space.

Wait, which corridor did Schiller say not to go to?

A strong smell of blood floated in the air, and painful groans echoed in his ears. When the discomfort brought by the light faded, Charles suddenly found himself in hell on earth, surrounded by blood and red, and all the wounded.

"What are you still standing there for? Go find a tourniquet!!!" A roar came from his ears, and Charles paused for a few seconds before realizing that it was talking to him.

"What? I..."

"Are you going to watch someone die without helping?! Hurry up and get a tourniquet next to you! Quick!"

Charles subconsciously searched for brain waves, and then found that all kinds of chaotic thoughts rushed into his mind.

[It hurts! Help...], [Emergency stop bleeding! Bandage immediately, move quickly...], [Heart rate! Pay attention to the heart rate! 】, [Am I going to die...], [Pain, pain, pain...], [It's over, it's over...]

After this bunch of disordered emotions rushed into Charles' mind, he froze in place for a long time, unable to move, until he was pushed by someone and came to his senses.

"Go and help fix the patient, the acute cerebral hemorrhage is about to make him fall off the bed..."

Charles turned his head, but the nurse who had just spoken to him had already rushed over. Hearing the commotion behind the screen, Charles hurried over and found a person 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, which should be caused by a massive hemorrhage in the brain.

There are only two female nurses here now, obviously not the kind of female nurses in the psychiatric department. The two were in a hurry and couldn't hold the patient down. Charles had to quickly pull up his sleeves and help them fix the patient on the bed.

The doctor came over quickly to fix the monitoring equipment. Charles shouted, "I'm a psychiatrist. It's useless for you to arrest me!"

"Any doctor will do. There were 6 deaths and 12 injuries in the serial car accident, and 9 people were seriously injured in a construction site fall. We are the nearest hospital. They must all be sent to the ward tonight. Hurry up!"

"Hello, hello, this is the emergency room. The patient's vital signs are stable, and his limbs occasionally twitch. It is suspected that he has intracerebral hemorrhage..."

Charles looked down at the patient who was twitching wildly. Is this called occasional limb twitching?

He pressed the patient's half of the body while looking inside. He thought it was miserable outside, but he didn't expect it to be even more serious inside. It seemed that the 9 people who fell were all lying in the half of the ward inside.

One of them was pierced by a steel bar, and two had stopped breathing. The remaining few seemed to have fallen on their companions, which was better, but there might be something falling from their heads that fell on them, causing blood and flesh.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, Charles was a little breathless. 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.

Charles was still too young at this time. He had never been a battlefield doctor and had basically never seen any death. The most serious injury he had seen was when someone in the football team was training in college and had broken ribs. When he suddenly entered this hell-like scene, he was completely erratic.

"Come here quickly, the orthopedic department is here, get ready to saw the steel bars!"

"Wait, aren't you pushing the serious cases?!"

"The two who were just pushed in are fighting with their hands and feet. There is no room! Our hospital is not for this. Come and help!"

Charles followed the group of doctors and nurses to saw the steel bars in a panic. To be honest, this scene was simply unbearable to watch. The orthopedic doctor was carrying a saw and a sledgehammer, and the other doctors pressed the patient to the ground. It was hard to say whether this was saving people or torturing them.

The scene was so shocking that Charles didn't even think of knocking the patient unconscious for a moment.

Halfway through the sawing, he finally realized that even if he couldn't really help, at least he could help the patient relieve some pain, so he resisted the interference, opened his psychic ability, and helped the patient block the pain.

But as soon as the patient stopped screaming, the doctors and nurses panicked. The one sawing the steel bars stopped immediately, and the nurses and doctors checked the ECG and blood pressure monitors. Charles then remembered that this was not an ordinary ward. If he could make a sound, it meant that the situation was fine. If there was no sound, he was afraid that he was not far from death.

Charles could only control the patient to scream twice, and this emergency operation could continue.

"Don't move!!!!" A scream came from not far away, and the nurse hurried over. Charles turned around and saw that a patient insisted on sitting up. His abdominal cavity had not been sutured yet, and his intestines were flowing out.

A few 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 directly.

Charles rushed over and helped the nurse up, preventing her from being rolled under the car. The patient kept waving her arms and crying, "I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my lower body, my lower body is numb."

"Hold on a little longer." The nurse shouted at him, "There's a spot in the neurosurgery room soon! Dr. Strange is on his way back!"

But no matter what, the patient just held on to her tightly and kept shouting "Help me, help me, I don't want to be paralyzed."

Charles wanted to say, "Open your eyes and see, paralysis is the best outcome in this room," but he also knew that the patients couldn't think about it at this time, because fear had engulfed them.

The human spirit is so fragile. For the first time, Charles realized that this scope also included himself, because it was the first time he resisted accessing a person's spirit.

He knew that he should use his superpowers to comfort the patient and make him believe that he would be treated soon, he would not be paralyzed, and he would survive.

But he knew what he could hear once he was connected, nothing more than despair and deeper despair, and listening to this voice also made Charles despair.

Because he couldn't guarantee that the patient wouldn't be paralyzed, or even die, because the loss of sensation in his lower body might not be due to a lumbar spine problem, but a brain problem. All of this was unknown, and he couldn't guarantee anything.

"David... David!!!"

Charles's roar spread along the mental network, and with a swish, a figure appeared outside the emergency room door. As expected, he was caught in an instant.

Charles saw that David's face was a little pale, but he couldn't care less. He grabbed David's arm and pulled him to the bed and said, "Think of a way. There are many people suffering here."

"I'm sorry, but I can't use my ability now." David took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and said, "My mind is in trouble. They are now... I don't know, I don't know what happened in the castle, everything is a mess."

Charles recalled 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 were more serious, but who could he call now?

After that, several more interns were brought in, but there were still not enough people. Charles thought, how could those people still sit in the library when lives were at stake? Isn't it the doctor's duty to save lives?

Charles was a little angry, so he gave a psychological hint to the nearest group of interns, asking them to walk this way when they walked through this corridor, and all come to the emergency room to help.

After a busy night, including the dozens of patients who were injured and unrecognizable later, they were finally pushed into their respective wards. Charles, covered in blood, sat at the door of the hospital lobby and sighed deeply.

As a result, before lunch time, Schiller called him back with a phone call. Charles knew it was not good when he saw Schiller's face.

"Did I remind you not to go to that corridor?"

"I'm lost." Charles tried to defend himself.

"But I don't believe that 17 interns would get lost in that corridor in one night. Their instructors must have reminded them."

"I gave them a hint because the emergency room is short of people. We need more people to save people!"

Schiller sighed, threw a thick stack of records on the table and said, "All the interns you got over there registered for psychiatric appointments after the end of this morning. They were scared."

Charles also felt cold hands and feet afterward.

This is a completely different experience from doing dissection in class. Human blood is warm, real, and full of vitality. Human wailing is tragic. You can understand it and can completely empathize with it.

Suddenly being in the center of such a tragic major accident will cause an indelible mental shock to people. Even if you understand the human body structure in the textbook very clearly, no one can look at it rationally at the moment of being in it.

"Many times, not letting interns do certain things is to protect you." Schiller looked at Charles' pale face and said, "Most of you are not ready to help, but you should help yourself. We can't waste our future."

"But we need to save our present." Although Charles felt dizzy and nauseous, and his mind was a little dazed, he still insisted, "We can't just stand by and watch people die. 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 influence and manipulation of others, you are also affected by what is in their minds. This influence is more serious than you think."

Charles was stunned.

"Every environment has a collective consciousness. Ordinary people can only feel the atmosphere, but you can clearly understand it, communicate with it, and even integrate with it."

"The words you said are not what you said, but the collective consciousness of all the people in this hospital and the society's requirements for their duties."

Schiller walked a little closer, looked directly into Charles's blue eyes and said, "No one can live the way society requires a discipline to live. As a psychiatrist, you must first allow people to be weak, and you must also allow yourself to be weak, and realize that you are not omniscient and omnipotent, and you also have weaknesses and can escape."

Charles clenched his fists.

"How can I escape?"

"Like me."

"What?"

"Delete this memory, have a good sleep, and everything will be fine."

"No, I don't..."

Charles turned around, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned back, Schiller's sandbag-sized fist appeared in his field of vision.

"Bang!"

Looking at Charles lying on the ground, Schiller shook his hand, snorted coldly and said:

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