Chapter 3371: Miraculous Physician (Part 26)

Stark was clutching his clothes tightly, not because he didn't want to be naked, but purely because he didn't want his wounds to be seen, especially not by Schiller and Strange.

Stark had a characteristic: the more he faced people he was close to, the more stubborn he was. Even if he were put into the blast furnace Schiller modified and burned for a whole day, he could still have a mouth left at the end to shout "I'm fine."

And facing these two bad friends, Schiller and Strange, he was even less willing to expose his embarrassment. Compared to letting him recount how he made himself like this, he might prefer to buy a wheelchair directly.

Schiller's thought only lingered in his heart for a moment, and then he made a decision. He walked back to the operating table, looked at Stark and said, "I learned from the newspaper that you were caught, great detective. How does the prison taste?"

Stark muttered a few words, seemingly struggling to think of how to make excuses for himself, but his brain wasn't processing fast enough, causing him to hold his breath for a long time without managing to get half a sentence out.

"If you think this is just because you are stupid, then you are too naive," Schiller said. "Even from the fragmented reports, I can see that someone clearly betrayed you."

Originally, Stark was feeling a bit sleepy because of excessive blood loss, but after hearing this, he instantly widened his eyes and looked at Schiller.

"Someone betrayed me? Who?!"

"Are you the detective or am I the detective?" Schiller said. "How high can the efficiency of the police in this era be? And there are no surveillance cameras. If no one provided them with clues, how could it be so easy to catch you?"

Strange rolled his eyes at him slightly, but Schiller didn't feel guilty at all. He was still guiding Stark to push all the blame onto that informant.

Under Schiller's patient guidance, Stark finally said the process of his arrest, and also said how he was admitted to the hospital again.

"... I was climbing over the courtyard wall of the hospital backyard, and then ran from the side door into a small alley. But they suddenly rushed out from the front. At that time, Steve hadn't arrived yet, so I was caught by them."

"I stayed in prison for a few days. Steve quickly sneaked in. Originally, the two of us could have left together, but at that time I discovered an important witness in the prison. In order to take him away, Steve had to go to attract the attention of the guards alone, while I took the witness and slipped out from behind..."

"At that time, we were about to get out. The guard at the back door should have just changed shifts. But that guy was drunk. The person who came to change shifts kept waiting at the door and didn't leave, so we were discovered. On the way of pursuit, I took a shot to drag them down. Fortunately, Steve saved me."

"However, later, there were more and more people chasing us. I let Steve take the witness and leave first, but I was attacked from behind and fell to the ground. They were probably afraid I would crawl up, so they shot me directly."

"Were you lying on the ground at that time?" Strange pursued.

"Yes." Stark shook his neck with difficulty. Schiller saw that there was clearly a blunt force injury mark there; the other party might have wanted to knock him out.

"How far away was he from you?" Strange asked again.

"About two meters."

"Using a revolver?"

"Yes, standard equipment of the police station."

"No wonder the bullet went so deep," Strange thought and said. "Do you know his height?"

"I'm not sure who fired the shot, but the height wasn't lower than 6 feet."

"Standing and shooting?"

"Yes."

"Was it Steve who sent you here?" Strange pursued. "On the way here, did you walk yourself? Or were you carried by him the whole way?"

Stark revealed an embarrassed expression. Schiller immediately opened his mouth and said: "If you were stubborn and insisted on walking, things would be hard to handle."

He began to explain the principle to Stark, saying: "Logically speaking, we can directly judge the position and depth of the bullet through the wound where the bullet entered. But in actual operation, it's not that simple, because with your movement, the bullet may shift."

"Especially bullets that enter joints, the possibility of changing direction and position with joint movement is very high. Steve is a veteran; he definitely wouldn't let your feet touch the ground. You didn't argue with him, did you?"

Schiller clearly guessed it right. Stark complained in a low voice: "You don't know how stubborn he is. I said I could walk myself, but he insisted on carrying me..."

Strange immediately had a count in his heart. He walked to the side with Schiller again and said: "Currently, it seems it won't be the worst situation. Then as long as he keeps still, the problem shouldn't be big. I have to deal with his abdominal wound first; you go treat other patients."

Schiller nodded. Although he had to treat Stark, the upgraded operating room had a minimum number of patients to cure, so if he only treated Stark, he might not meet the number requirement, so he still had to receive other patients.

The two worked together to move Stark to the bed next to him. Strange began to take out the bullet in Stark's abdominal cavity. Schiller pulled the lever to ask for a new patient. Stark was a bit dissatisfied.

"Hey, how can you do this! I took two shots, and you actually have the heart to treat others now?!"

Stark's physical condition was relatively weak and couldn't be given general anesthesia. Strange was wiping Stark's wound with anesthetic, and Wanda was finding an angle to give local anesthesia.

"Be honest." Strange knocked on the operating table guardrail unhappily and said, "Lie down, head flat, eyes looking at the ceiling and counting. Tell me when the wound feels numb."

Then he said to Wanda: "Facing this kind of difficult patient, you must be fierce. A tough attitude is being responsible to them."

Wanda nodded. Stark just wanted to raise his head to say something, but was pressed down by Wanda the next second.

Stark didn't believe in evil; the less he was allowed to raise his head, the more he wanted to try. Just as he was about to move, a stirring rod was suspended in the center of his eyebrows.

Stark immediately stopped talking.

Strange, who was watching all this on the side, had to sigh that this move was indeed handsome, especially when the victim was Tony Stark.

"I seem to be a bit numb," Stark said.

Strange pressed next to his wound, and as a result, Stark let out a "wow" and jumped up. The stirring rod suspended above his head wasn't fixed there, just floating, and being hit by him like this, it flew out past Strange's ear.

Strange gritted his teeth and sighed, saying: "Didn't you say you were numb?!"

"It is a bit numb..." Stark closed his eyes and felt it carefully, then said, "This time it's really a bit numb."

Strange simply picked up the scalpel directly and said: "If you are numb, I'm going to cut."

"Don't don't don't, let me experience it again." Stark closed his eyes and lay on the bed. Two minutes passed, still no movement. Wanda had to go over to call him.

Stark then woke up suddenly. He had just fallen asleep directly, or rather, fell into a short coma due to excessive blood loss. After waking up, it was like his memory was cleared, and he even asked Strange what he should do now.

Strange really couldn't take it anymore. He put down the scalpel and said to Schiller next to him: "You come to take out the bullet for him; I'll go treat other patients."

"Fine." Schiller put down what was in his hand and walked over. The patients Wood sent to them were still dirty and troublesome; in fact, he didn't like doing this kind of boring work. Strange willing to take over was just right.

Schiller walked over and picked up the scalpel. Stark looked like he had recovered his reason again. He widened his eyes, looked at Schiller in horror and said: "Wait a minute, aren't you a psychologist?!"

"Yes, but I also know a little physics," Schiller said lightly.

"Do you want to add more anesthesia?" Wanda said with some difficulty, "Logically speaking, it should have taken effect, but he seems to have some tolerance..."

"Add another shot," Schiller said, "I'll open the incision, and then you help me fix the epidermis. I want to see the specific position of the bullet."

Wanda brought the syringe and added another shot. Schiller didn't wait for the anesthesia to take effect like Strange, and cut directly.

Stark let out another low roar. Schiller didn't care about him at all, cutting while saying: "It seems you can't take the tough guy route. I remember when I took a bullet for Matt before, he didn't make a sound."

"But this is also normal, after all, people are super heroes tempered through hundreds of battles, and you are just a pampered rich man..."

Wanda couldn't help but glance at Schiller. She felt that Schiller saying this was a bit bad; no matter what, he couldn't scold the patient, right?

Although she felt Stark's reaction was indeed a bit big, no matter how tolerant he was, after so much anesthetic, it shouldn't be that painful, but he was twitching all over with pain, looking not very tough.

But soon she discovered that Stark really didn't roar anymore. Don't know if the anesthetic took effect, or if he really wanted to be a tough guy.

When wiping sweat for Schiller, Wanda discovered that it was actually because he fainted.

Schiller had long discovered that Stark was a person who couldn't stand pain. If his toe accidentally kicked the table corner, he would be like Tom in "Tom and Jerry," covering his foot and flying into the air on the spot, then turning a few circles on one foot like a ballerina, full of exaggerated dramatic meaning.

After knowing this, Schiller couldn't help but think that in Afghanistan, Tony Stark had cut open his own chest and stuffed the reactor directly in.

And Stark in this universe still hasn't removed the reactor until now, and it's still inlaid on his chest.

Although Stark in the game world doesn't have a reactor anymore, when Schiller looked at his chest, he seemed to see the shape of the energy slot again. He thought, the police station had better not push Stark to the limit; he turns around and drives a Gundam, then you will know what Iron Man is.

The abdominal surgery was completed very quickly, and the bullet was taken out soon. Schiller put the bullet on the tray and showed it to Strange. Strange picked it up and looked at it, nodded and said: "Smaller than I imagined, it should be able to be taken out."

"No rush," Schiller said. "Wait until night to do the surgery, I'll go make something to eat to restore his strength."

The two turned their heads at the same time and looked at the white rabbit man lying on the hospital bed behind them.

When Stark woke up, it was near noon. He was awakened by the rich meat fragrance. Turning his head, he saw Schiller walking over with a bowl of meat soup.

Stark swallowed his saliva and said: "What is so fragrant?"

"Rabbit meat herbal soup, I boiled it for a long time. Want some?"

Stark couldn't get up completely now, so he could only take something to pad his head high, and then Wanda fed him with a spoon.

Schiller turned to look at the window frame. The raven had been staying on the windowsill watching them talk, but when Strange and Schiller joined forces to get rabbit meat, he flew away.

"This roast chicken is quite vigilant..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3372 =====