Chapter 1025: Shocking the Mundane (III)

"At that time, I also had abilities beyond ordinary people. If I wasn't careful, I would cause fatal harm to others. After I lost control, I almost bit off the nurse's neck."

"She was just an ordinary person, and she was also quite old. Although the rescue was very timely, she still lost half her life. Perhaps, it would also have an impact on her lifespan."

Luo Bote turned his head slightly to look at Schiller, and some spirit recovered in his eyes, as if the emotions contained in Schiller's tone made him listen to this story with rapt attention.

Schiller pursed his lips and said, "My mental state was originally unstable, and I was stimulated again, almost causing a bigger accident. But fortunately, it was stopped in time."

"Afterward, I wore a mask to prevent losing control again and biting others. I wore it voluntarily, and during that period, I refused to let anyone take it off, until that nurse recovered from her injuries and came to see me."

"I thought I would never see her again, but she came back and brought me a pile of things."

"When she was injured, she didn't shed half a tear, but when she saw me again, she hugged me and cried for two hours."

Luo Bote's arm began to tremble. He seemed to be able to feel the emotions Schiller had at that time from his narration. Schiller looked into Luo Bote's eyes and said:

"In this world, there are people who understand you, and there are people who will forgive you. The harm you anticipate you have caused to others might have long been resolved by their own kindness. They don't need, nor do they hope, that you will pay the price for this..."

With a "creak," the ward door was pushed open, and Steve, who had been listening at the door for a long time, walked in. Schiller stood up immediately, wanting to give his seat to him.

But at this moment, Luo Bote on the bed began to tremble all over again.

Schiller looked back, using gray mist to control him, but this time, Luo Bote's loss of control was more intense than any other time. He activated his ability and hit the wall at an extremely fast speed, causing the entire nursing home building to shake.

"Catch him!" Schiller shouted.

Steve instinctively wanted to throw his shield, but hesitated for a moment, rushed toward Luo Bote at the fastest speed, and pressed him to the ground before he flew out of the window. Schiller injected him with sedative medication, and this time, he fell into a complete coma and didn't make any more sounds.

Steve and Schiller helped Luo Bote back to the bed. Steve looked at Luo Bote's young face and said, "This is not his fault at all. He shouldn't have to pay such a heavy price for this."

"Why are you here?" Schiller looked at him and asked.

"Your last diagnosis said Bucky suffers from a certain degree of panic disorder, possibly stemming from his psychological trauma. During his last follow-up, he took some medicine, but the effect wasn't very good, so I wanted to come over and ask if it's possible to change the prescription." Steve frowned and said.

"The nurse said you were here, so I came. I didn't expect this child to have become like this." Steve shook his head slowly.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Another voice came from the door, and Stark walked in swaggeringly. He said to Schiller, "The inter-space train station can only be set up behind the nursing home. It's hard to avoid the sound of inter-space trains coming and going. Why don't you move your bedroom to another building? Wouldn't that be simpler than destroying the overall plan?"

As soon as he walked in, he saw Luo Bote lying on the bed. After being resurrected, Stark specifically learned about the ins and outs of Schiller's plan, so he naturally knew who this was. He also glanced at Steve and knew what the situation was now.

"This is not his fault. He was controlled. To take a step back, he also made a contribution to the progress of the Solar System Development Project. He shouldn't be so painful..." Steve's face turned somewhat bad. He looked at Schiller and said, "Can I say these things to him in person?"

"What exactly is going on now?" Stark frowned and asked, "This little guy killed you. Didn't you say earlier that your post-traumatic stress disorder recurred because of the stimulation at the moment of death?"

Schiller immediately turned to look at Steve. Steve turned his head to the side and said, "That was before. It's fine now."

Although he acted like a complete tough guy, Schiller could still see that Steve's state was not very good. Schiller shook his head and said, "It seems that my plan back then was still a bit radical. But I remember that your mental state was already very stable before. How did it suddenly..."

Steve rubbed his chin with his hand, lowered his eyelids, looked down at his feet, and said, "Bucky's state is not very good. He has been in a cycle of excitement and panic attacks, and ordinary medicine doesn't work very well..."

Stark snorted coldly. His tone and expression were basically written with two words: "Deserved it." However, Steve looked at Luo Bote on the bed and said, "Bucky and Luo Bote are the same. They were both controlled. They shouldn't have to pay such a serious price..."

Stark just wanted to speak, but Steve continued, "But I can say this because I am still alive and can stand here and say to him, 'You are not wrong, I won't hold it against you, I forgive you'..."

Stark's expression stiffened, as if he hadn't expected Steve to say these words at all, especially hadn't expected him to say the last sentence.

Schiller also seemed to remember something and said, "The dividing line between life and death lies precisely here. Only those who are alive have the opportunity to forgive, and no one can forgive on behalf of those who have died. This will also lead to the fact that even though the mistakes made by the two are similar, the punishments they receive are worlds apart."

At this time, Luo Bote slowly woke up again. The sedative medication didn't have much effect on him. Steve walked over immediately, waved his hand in front of Luo Bote's eyes, and said, "Can you see me? I am Captain America Steve Rogers. Don't be afraid. I am still alive. Even if we both die, we will meet in heaven..."

"Listen, child, you can recall the scene at that time, recall the look in my eyes at the end..." Steve looked at Luo Bote with his azure eyes and said, "I am very sure that even at the moment you killed me, I didn't have any hatred toward you, because I knew you weren't voluntary."

Luo Bote looked at Steve blankly. After a while, he seemed to have come to his senses a bit. He turned to look at Schiller. Schiller also walked up and said, "Since you regard Captain America as an idol, you should know what a kind and tolerant person he is..."

"Luo Bote." Steve rested his hands on the railing of the hospital bed, tilted his head to look at the name posted next to the hospital bed, called Luo Bote's name, and said to him, "Even if I really died, I wouldn't hate you, and I wouldn't want my death to make an innocent person who was controlled feel guilty for the rest of his life."

Stark didn't express any opinion. He just stood behind the two, silently watching all this.

If it were before, he would have definitely swung his fist and rushed up by now, because at that time, he didn't understand Steve. And after such a long time of getting along, Stark knew that Steve was really this kind of person.

There is just such a person in this world who is good at forgiving everyone. Even if the murderer is not innocent, as long as they repent sincerely, they can get the understanding of this kind of person. Moreover, it is a sincere and full understanding, and the murderer can even get their help afterward.

Before knowing Steve, Stark never felt that there would be such a person in the world. But Stark, who had studied psychology, knew that the stimulation brought to Steve by that death was far more than what he showed.

After all, Steve originally had post-traumatic stress disorder. Excessive pain and the fear of facing death directly would aggravate the condition. Some time ago, Stark discovered that Steve had been in a state of lingering fear, but he was unwilling to show it.

But now, he forgave Luo Bote so easily. Not only did he not care at all, he didn't even care about his own situation, but was anxious for Luo Bote's condition.

Thinking of this, Stark's fingers moved. He thought of the sentence Steve said to Luo Bote: before he died, there was absolutely no hatred toward Luo Bote in his eyes.

Then what about his parents?

Stark admitted that he had always been unwilling to face this matter and felt very resistant to all information related to it, so he didn't know any details at all.

Although that time, Steve pulled the trigger, proving his attitude, and the main contradiction between the two no longer existed, Stark still didn't accept all this so easily.

But he had to admit that this time, Steve's move made Stark feel moved again. Stark had never imagined whether his parents were also noble people like Steve. Would they also not have blamed the murderer?

Thinking of this, Stark wanted to explore the truth, but was unwilling to face the murderer. But just then, Schiller took a notebook out of the nightstand drawer, wrote a few lines on it, tore off that page, and handed it to Stark:

"You can build the inter-space train station wherever you want, but the price is to help me run an errand and send the prescription to the doctor downstairs."

After speaking, Schiller stopped looking at Stark. And after Stark took the prescription, he couldn't understand the drug names written like ghost symbols on it, but he clearly saw the patient's name at the bottom of the prescription—Bucky Barnes.

Stark took the prescription to the floor below, handed the prescription to another doctor, leaned against the edge of the counter, tapped the desktop lightly with his fingers, the muscles around his nose relaxed, and his breathing frequency accelerated somewhat.

Then he coughed twice lightly and said in a fast speaking speed: "... Do you have the patient's phone number?"

"What?" The doctor didn't hear what he said clearly.

"I mean, do you have this patient's phone number? I... it's nothing... I just, just have something to find him for..." Stark said intermittently, but the doctor also understood his meaning. Seeing Schiller's signature on the prescription and sizing up Stark, after a while, a slip of paper was handed out from the counter.

Getting the slip of paper, Stark didn't look at the numbers on it at all and put it into his pocket. He stomped his feet on the spot, tidied up his clothes, touched the hair on his forehead, and walked toward the door with his head held high, as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as he walked to the main entrance, he was bumped by another figure pushing the door in. Stark just wanted to speak, but discovered that it was actually Strange, and he wasn't wearing that stupid magic robe, but a suit.

But at this time, his state couldn't be called good either. His face was a bit pale, and his expression was lost. Strange didn't even look at Stark and walked directly to the counter to ask: "Is Schiller in?"

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"Dr. Schiller is doing rounds. If you have an appointment... Oh, it's Mr. Strange. You can go upstairs directly to find him."

Seeing Strange's hurried back going upstairs, Stark touched his pocket with his hand, paused for a moment, and then left with big strides.

When Strange found Schiller upstairs, Steve had already gone downstairs to get medicine. Schiller, standing by Luo Bote's bed, looked at the Strange in a bad state and asked with some surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Strange took a deep breath, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and then said: "... Did the Presbyterian Hospital just issue a critical condition notice for my father... But he refuses to see me." ===== CHAPTER 1026 =====

Schiller shook his head, but still said: "Psychotherapy has no discounts, but chatting between friends is free. Come with me."

Schiller brought Strange to the adjacent clinic to sit down. As soon as Strange sat down, his fingers twisted together tightly. Just as Schiller was about to speak, he saw Strange's eyes were red, and he said with a trembling tone:

"Presbyterian Hospital just issued a critical illness notice for my father... but he is unwilling to see me."