Chapter 1517: New York's Annoyance (Part III)

Schiller found Strange, who looked a bit haggard, outside the special care ward of the Presbyterian Hospital. Usually, this surgeon always groomed his appearance meticulously; he was the kind of person you knew had mysophobia just by looking at him.

But now, his beard looked like it hadn't been trimmed for at least a week, his suit shirt was full of wrinkles, his collar was high on one side and low on the other, and there was even a stain of unknown liquid on his trouser leg.

Schiller quickly sized up this appearance and deduced that in this week, Strange probably hadn't gone home to pack his bags, but had been stuck here fighting 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 this might be desensitization therapy for your mysophobia, I don't think you would agree with my point of view. Alright, tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Strange hesitated for a moment. His expression had been tense, and it was clear he didn't want to break down, but in the end, he couldn't hold on. He looked at Schiller with a look of asking for help and said: "You must help me persuade him. He needs to accept treatment, stay here, and lie in bed until he recovers."

Seeing Strange reveal an expression he didn't often show, Schiller sighed lightly, but still patted Strange on the shoulder, stood up, and said: "I'll go see your brother and do my best to convince him to stay."

After speaking, he walked into the ward. Victor, lying on the bed, looked somewhat like Strange, but because of long-term farming labor, he looked much rougher. Although he wasn't old, his temperament was already very mature.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller." Victor recognized Schiller, greeted him, and then said: "Have you seen Shi Difen? He should have gone home already, right?"

"Not yet, he went downstairs to buy something." Schiller pulled up a chair and sat beside Victor, saying: "You should know why he asked me to see you. Actually, I feel very puzzled. You shouldn't be short of money, why are you so anxious to go back to the farm to work?"

Victor pursed his lips, looking a bit helpless: "It's not that work is urgent, and it's not that I can't stay in New York. I'm not that pretentious. I'm not unsatisfied living in such a good ward."

"I know this doesn't count for much to Shi Difen. He has plenty of money and can easily take a few months off to take care of me. I'm also different from my father. I know that if you're sick, you have to get it treated."

Schiller sized him up and down, then said: "You are feeling pressure and want to escape the current environment. Why?"

Victor was silent for a short while, looked up at Schiller, and asked: "Do you know what kind of person Shi Difen is?"

Schiller just looked at him silently without answering. Victor took his eyes back and said: "Or do you really think he achieved today's achievements entirely by talent?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Surgery has certain requirements for a doctor's talent. The most important thing is a calm heart and steady hands, but to say it's entirely by talent is unrealistic. Any industry's detailed operations require thousands of practices."

"Shi Difen is a person who is focused beyond imagination." Victor looked at Schiller and said: "It can even be described as crazy."

"He will try something thousands of times until he succeeds. No matter what everyone and he himself encounters in the process, he will use all methods to ensure 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. He said: "I don't know what you call this behavior in psychology, but I think it's too crazy."

"Shi Difen achieved today's achievements precisely because of this crazy focus." Victor turned his head and continued: "The Strange family doesn't have any powerful hereditary talent. He was able to go from a remote small town all the way to New York to become a doctor, become a well-known surgeon, and even the 'Hand of God', entirely by his crazy efforts and this kind of never-say-die spirit that almost reaches the point of madness."

Schiller fell into thought silently. Judging from Strange's behavior in the comics, this is indeed the case. After his hands were injured and he could no longer engage in the surgical profession, he traveled around the world to find a solution, and could even endure the bitter cultivation of Kamar-Taj.

After he became the Sorcerer Supreme, because he lost his lover, he kept using the Time Stone to rewind time, wanting to save his lover, regardless of the consequences of magic overdraft.

Some of his actions in the Illuminati also show that he doesn't care about secular morality or other people's opinions, only wanting to realize his own thoughts, regardless of right or wrong.

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

Schiller believes that if only Strange masters magic power beyond ordinary people, he might be very dangerous, but now the situation on Earth is blooming, and having someone to check and balance means that Strange's personality won't cause excessive harm, and strong focus is more helpful for the magic world to achieve its goals.

In summary, Schiller previously always felt that the priority of Strange's treatment was not high. Compared to those who were almost unable to take care of themselves, or even go crazy and trigger a world war at every turn, he was still normal, so he could be put aside first.

And now most of the big problems have been solved, and the possibility of the outbreak of civil war or foreign war has been reduced to the lowest, so Schiller decided to start solving Strange's problem.

"Are you feeling scared?" Schiller pointed out sharply.

Victor hesitated, but still nodded and said: "I don't know what he wants to do to me, whether it's using his magical surgical skills or that kind of strange magic, but I'm really worried. If the treatment situation is not what he wants..."

Victor didn't finish the second half of his sentence. But Schiller could understand his meaning. From the reality, these brothers have been separated for too long. The difference in living environment has shaped their completely different personalities, and the long-term lack of understanding has made them strangers.

Blood relationship is not that magical. Even the richest family affection will fade over time. Victor knows his brother is a bit extreme, and maybe Strange said some extreme things when dealing with his father's illness, so he is feeling scared, not knowing what the future will be, and not knowing what Strange will do to him.

So the more Strange urges him to stay, the more pressure he feels. When people feel unsafe and pressured, they just want to return to the environment they are most familiar with, which is why Victor has always wanted to go home.

Schiller stretched out a hand to hold Victor's arm, looked into his eyes, and said: "I have an asylum, which is very far from the center of New York, where your brother works. His work is very busy, so I'm 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. Schiller continued: "But if you insist on leaving, Shi Difen will definitely follow you back. Maybe he will bring a bunch of doctors and nurses back. You know how paranoid he is, don't you?"

Victor immediately revealed a nervous expression. He stammered: "That won't do. The neighbors might think I'm going to die. This, this is too out of line!"

"So, going to a suburban asylum far away from him is the best choice. I am Shi Difen's friend, and he trusts me very much. If he wants to do anything, I can help you block him. You are safe there."

Victor took a deep breath. He looked at Schiller tentatively and said: "I'm not ungrateful. I know he paid for my hospitalization. I just..."

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

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

Schiller pondered for a while and said relatively conservatively: "Generally speaking, some significant symptoms of mental instability may come from heredity. You are brothers, so you will be somewhat alike in some aspects. If you weren't a person with your own opinions, you might have let him arrange everything long ago."

Victor finally revealed his first smile, although it still carried some bitterness, it was more like self-deprecation. He said: "You're right, I'm also a famous stubborn mule in our town. All Stranges are the same."

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

"I think psychology should also be classified into the category of magic. Don't you think so?"

Schiller smiled and patted him on the shoulder. The gloomy temperament that Strange had accumulated over the past few days finally swept away.

Victor successfully transferred to Arkham Asylum, and Strange also returned to the Sanctum Sanctorum to work. But such peaceful days only lasted for three days. Schiller, who returned to the asylum, received an examination report from the attending physician.

"Hereditary metabolic liver disease?" Schiller read the series of words on it. The white-haired attending physician pushed his glasses and said: "Yes, and it is a polygenic hereditary liver disease. The symptoms are very complex. No precedent has been found so far. It is not certain whether it will deteriorate, but there is this possibility."

Schiller frowned and said: "Suppose, I mean suppose, would it be better if his liver returned to the state of his sixteen-year-old period?"

Schiller was actually asking if the Time Stone was useful. The attending physician seemed to have never heard such a question and thought Schiller was euphemistically asking whether the patient's living habits were bad, so he said: "This is different from acquired diseases like fatty liver or alcoholic liver. It has little to do with living habits. The onset is almost certain."

"Apart from this, the patient's condition is considered healthy. If there is no sudden liver failure, there should be no life danger 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 necessity for the time being, but if it must be done, it can be done. However, we can't do it here. One is that there is no qualification for matching, and the other is that there is no suitable chief surgeon."

Schiller waved his hand, indicating he knew. After the doctor left, he even started to check information about liver transplants without thinking.

Even if Schiller is a psychologist, he can hear the implication of the doctor just now. This kind of relatively complex and rare case can only be left to fate. Either it won't happen for decades, or once it happens, it is basically helpless at the technical level of modern medicine.

But since there are signs of onset now, it shows that the situation is not optimistic. If a liver transplant can be done, it should be done. After all, as a relative of an important figure on Earth, Victor can get protection from all sides, and the success rate of transplantation is guaranteed. Of course, the sooner the better.

Schiller knows that when Strange learns about his brother's condition, he will definitely make such a decision, and it will definitely be performed by himself. No one can break his confidence in this regard.

But in addition to medical guarantees, Schiller also has to do some other security work. After all, Strange has made indelible and important contributions to the development of Earth. It is not good to let people end up alone.

As for how to do this security work, Schiller of course has rich experience. On a sunny day, Schiller brought an arm to the Kingdom of Death again.

"Death, I'm here to negotiate terms!" ===== CHAPTER 1518 =====