Chapter 2348: Psychic Assault (Part 12)

"You must believe what I say. Getting that group of ordinary people involved early on is not a good thing—not for either side. You are too impatient, Nick!"

Strange stood in the center of Nick's office, looking at him with a solemn expression. "The fact is, they are experts at messing everything up. Everything!"

Nick didn't get angry; he just sighed and said, "Stephen, I can understand that you've existed as a genius since you were young. You always see the flaws in ordinary people and feel their efficiency is far too low compared to yours."

"But I hope you don't forget who we are launching this project for. The main body of the human race is, after all, those low-efficiency ordinary people. A small number of elites can lead society, but they cannot control it, and they certainly cannot isolate themselves from it."

"I never said I wanted to isolate us from society," Strange said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are always good at twisting my meaning. I'm saying that in the current Solar System Development Project, the vast majority of the work has not yet reached a level where ordinary people can handle it."

Nick shook his head again. "That's because you've been away from Earth for too long. Look, Peter's uncle, Ben Parker, is an ordinary person, but through learning on the job, he has become the Chief Engineer of the Manhattan Shuttle Terminal, leaping into the ranks of the elite middle class."

"This is the purpose of our development: to provide more job positions, higher salaries, and more valuable work, raising the production and living standards of the entire human society by a notch."

Strange also sighed and said, "You have never thought about where Peter Parker's genius intellect comes from."

"Are you a proponent of bloodline theory?"

"Of course not. My father couldn't even get into community college." Strange looked into Nick's eyes. "Wisdom, aside from innate IQ, also comes from character. Peter is the best-natured superhero I have ever met, and that is inseparable from his uncle's teachings."

"This proves that Ben Parker may not have a super-high IQ, but his wisdom in dealing with people and affairs must be very strong. To a certain extent, it was the original society that delayed him, and you just returned him to the correct position."

"But some people are not like that. You must believe that there are people in this world whose current situation is deserved. Perhaps not all of them, but if such a person ends up in a key position, then everything is finished."

Nick clearly disagreed. He said, "Humans can be re-educated through labor. If they labor correctly, obtain the rewards they deserve, and possess the life they want, then there is no bad habit that cannot be changed."

"Yes, if you re-cultivate a generation, of course that's true," Strange said. "But the problem is you want to recruit directly from society. The people who come are adults; their room for change is not large."

"We can set strict screening criteria," Nick said. "Filter out those who lack ability or are full of bad intentions."

"But people change."

"Usually not in a bad direction. Even if they do, we can stop them and make them pay the price."

Strange sighed deeply.

Nick stepped forward and pressed his hand on his shoulder. "We must give them enough opportunities. Even if we have to pay some price, we cannot use that as an excuse to never take that step."

"Otherwise, things will develop for the worse. We say they aren't suitable, everyone says they aren't suitable, and then they also feel they aren't suitable. In the end, everything will fall into the hands of a small minority, but in fact, that small minority isn't suitable either; they are no more qualified than anyone else. And so, disaster happens."

Strange pursed his lips. He knew he couldn't persuade Nick, but he also expressed his disapproval with his own attitude. He said, "You knew long ago what kind of price doing this would make you pay, right?"

"I make the decision and take responsibility for it, bearing all the consequences. If they want to write me as a villain in the history books, then they'd better write me as looking handsome."

The atmosphere in the office was solemn. All the interns stood in a straight line, not daring to breathe loudly. Everyone kept their heads down; if gazes had substance, the floor tiles would have already been gouged out.

The doctor sitting by the desk, however, seemed to feel nothing. He stood up, put down his pen, and scanned the room. "I've been busy lately and haven't had time to watch over your internships."

"Starting today, I will perform an average of six surgeries a day, each at least three hours long. Everyone will take turns in the operating room, ensuring ten hours of internship time per person per day. All time spent outside the operating room does not count, and the first two days of familiarizing with the process do not count either."

The room was filled with the sound of gasping. Someone couldn't help but turn their head to look at the sign hanging outside the department—Neurosurgery.

Six surgeries a day in Neurosurgery could truly cost lives, because this department usually didn't operate unless necessary, and once they did, they were all difficult and complicated cases, life-or-death matters.

A surgery that could end within four hours was considered a minor case. Encountering super-major, difficult, and complicated diseases, where four or five doctors took turns for twenty or thirty hours, was normal. If one person did six surgeries a day, then only one sentence could describe it: "He is God, he just occasionally feels he is a doctor."

And the one standing before them was indeed God, the world's most renowned neurosurgeon, known as the Hand of God, Shi Difen Shi Difen.

Then they began to mourn for their upcoming lives. Being on the operating table for ten hours a day, but if they had to memorize all the theoretical content, it would take at least eight hours a day. Deducting the necessary time for eating to maintain survival, sleeping four or five hours a day would be considered good.

"By the way, do not go to the corridor on the left side of the first floor of the building next door," Shi Difen said. "If you are absent because of that, get out of this office."

After saying this, he strode out the door, preparing to go to surgery. The others didn't dare to breathe until a sharp phone ring broke the silence.

"Oh, hello, yes, but he just left. Do you want me to tell him... Okay, no problem."

"Who was that?"

"The psychiatrist. It seems he is a friend of Dr. Shi Difen."

"Could it be that Dr. Xilei?"

"Of course, who else could be called a friend of Dr. Shi Difen?"

"But I heard their relationship isn't good," a female intern gossiped in a low voice. "Dr. Shi Difen often doesn't give Dr. Xilei face during consultations."

"It seems it's because Dr. Xilei is often late."

"My god, then if we are late..."

"We'll die."

In Xilei's office, Chaersi was reading a case file with great interest. It could be said that reading case files for psychiatric interns was the least boring and tedious of all departments.

Psychiatry had a very important requirement: when writing case files, one must record what the patient said. After all, psychiatry was different from other departments; one couldn't see pathological images, so the patient's actions, expressions, and language were direct evidence of whether the condition had improved.

This led to the vast majority of case files written by psychiatrists looking like fantasy novels. In the mouths of one patient after another, the hospital could be a temple, a dungeon, or even the folds on the back of a mushroom; in any case, it wasn't a hospital.

The doctors and nurses here could be demons and angels, goblins and gnomes, or ladybugs landing on a mushroom, but in any case, they certainly weren't doctors and nurses.

Reading this kind of case file was not only not boring and tedious time-wasting, it could even be called an extremely interesting pastime. However, the price was that it was easy to only remember the story and not the judgment. When taking an exam, the brain would be a blank slate.

The top students in Xilei's department basically didn't read the case files because Xilei's case files were written with extra interest, always full of emotion and compelling. They seemed endless, which delayed study time too much.

But Chaersi clearly didn't have such worries, so when he wasn't seeing patients, he hid in the ward to read them extensively.

Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling.

"Hello, yes, this is Psychiatric Ward 3102... Oh, is that so? Please tell him I miss him too. Yes, of course I remember, Gretel. We agreed to go defeat the Blazing Demon Dragon together next time. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten... Mm, okay, goodbye."

"Hello, hello, this is... Oh, Miss Onion, yes, your nurse is right, you must take your magic pill first before you can defeat all the onions around you and become the tallest one. The nurse didn't lie to you, I promise. Okay, see you tomorrow."

"Hello? Uh... no, Head Nurse, listen to me, that 5000 milliliters yesterday was definitely an accident. Today's 600 pills might also be shock therapy. Yes, this young lady has always had her own unique understanding of full-dose medication. Why don't you prescribe the medicine, and send the remaining 540 pills to my office..."

Unsurprisingly, the Head Nurse's roar came from the phone again. Xilei threw the phone far away again. Chaersi sighed in his heart.

Over the past few days, he had basically figured out what kind of image Xilei had in the hospital. It was mainly because when he modified the memories of the doctors and nurses who had seen Lila and Okesi, he read their minds more deeply, only then knowing what was going on.

Xilei had a history of drug addiction and alcoholism, would avoid consultations and lectures if he could, was always late for important lectures, and was always getting along with the psychiatric patients he was responsible for, always standing on the patients' side. Many nurses and doctors were angered to death by him.

However, their unified understanding was also that Xilei indeed had a way with these strange psychiatric patients, always able to coax them into being happy, making both the patients and their families satisfied. He could be considered one of the mainstays of the New York Presbyterian Hospital's bid for the top three in psychiatry this year.

So that was his professional level. Chaersi looked down at the case file again. Anyway, he really couldn't find a better explanation to deal with the regressive fantasy and plant delusion from the two phone calls just now.

However, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Xilei's passive work attitude, because in just this short while, Xilei had pushed away at least two or three requests for him to go check on the situation, and they all sounded very urgent.

Next time, I must persuade him to go. Chaersi made a silent resolution in his heart. Other departments were busy flying, yet they were so idle. With this time, comforting the patients more would be fine too.

"Hello, hello, Psychiatry 3102."

Chaersi immediately pricked up his ears. He knew the opportunity had come.

"What? A student is threatening suicide?"

Xilei stood up, and Chaersi also stood up with a start.

"Katherine? Which department is she from? Neurosurgery?... Oh." Xilei dragged out a long sound and sat back down. "I know her, Linda, an intern in Neurosurgery 1001, a student of Dr. Shi Difen."

"It's fine, I don't need to go. You just need to tell Dr. Shi Difen to stop hanging the fact that she dared to come here as an intern after only publishing 47 papers on his lips, and she will be healthy."

With a slap, Xilei hung up the phone and turned his head to stare at Chaersi.

"What's wrong?"

"Are we not going?"

"If you want to go, you go. Anyway, I'm not going."

"No, we have to go together."

Xilei and Chaersi stared at each other for 30 seconds, but eventually, he lost. He said, "Fine, let's go see Linda, but you have to promise me, don't talk to that long-faced doctor."

"Why?"

"We are in a cold war."

"Why are you in a cold war?"

"Because he said my returning to the hospital to work significantly lowered the moral standards of the New York clinical medical community."

Chaersi opened his mouth.

"What were you just going to say?" Xilei asked, squinting his eyes.

"Nothing." Chaersi looked away and said, "It's not that bad."

"That's more like it."

"At most, it's just the clinical psychiatry community." ===== CHAPTER 2349 =====