Chapter 3381: Miracle Doctor (Part 36)

After throwing the wrench, Stark realized what he had hit. He suddenly pulled his hand back, looked at the triage room that had completely changed, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Sorry, I just came out to take a look. You guys continue..."

After speaking, he went back into the passage without looking back, pretending he didn't see Shiler's eye roll.

Strange to say, Stark was actually afraid of ghosts. As one of the best scientists in the world, and even one of the few Iron Men in the multiverse proficient in magic, he was afraid of ghosts.

And Shiler knew he was especially afraid of jump scares. This kind of sudden surprise could make him use up all the dirty words in his life, and then jump in anger and destroy everything in his line of sight.

But he was unwilling to admit that he was afraid of ghosts. Peter was playing a horror game there, and he had to lean over to watch. Peter hadn't done anything yet, and he was scared to jump three feet high first.

Shiler put his gaze back on the mummy, pondered for a moment, and said: "I believe you can also see that I am not afraid of you. Besides wasting your own energy, these special effects have no other meaning. How about this, you turn on the lights, get some midnight snacks, and let's have a good talk."

The charred figure stood still. Shiler heard an ethereal voice of a little girl: "Do you know what they did to me?"

"I can probably guess." Shiler nodded and said, "The few people who wrote the script don't have much imagination about the cruelty of humans. I guess they should have taken it from some classic horror game and set a tragic background for you. But it's nothing more than various physical tortures, and then you were burned to death."

"Why don't you feel angry?"

Shiler sighed lightly and said: "I express my deep regret for your encounter. If I lived in your era, I might have chosen to save you. But things have passed for so long, and it doesn't have much to do with me. Why do you care about my opinion?"

"Why don't you feel angry and afraid of their evil deeds?"

"Okay, if you insist, I can only say it in another way." Shiler stood up, walked outside the counter, faced the charred corpse, and said: "From your dream, we can know that you are a witch. I don't know much about witches, but as far as I know, you can use magic."

"A young witch might not be that strong, but she must be stronger than a young human. Maybe not stronger than an adult, but in a one-on-one situation, she definitely has more initiative than a human child."

"At that time, your mind might not have been mature enough, you believed their lies, were deceived into a trap, and were caught. But they didn't kill you as soon as they caught you. Why didn't you try to resist during this time?"

"I know you want to say that they might also have special powers, and you really couldn't break free from their control. Have you tried negotiating with words? Or at least figured out what they wanted to do?"

"Okay, even if you were really too young at that time and didn't understand anything. Then so many years have passed, your age should be older than everyone in the hospital combined. Why didn't the dream you presented show any useful information?"

"For so many years, apart from retaliating against others in this meaningless way, have you looked for the real reason why you were harmed? Have you considered the deeper reasons? Have you thought of ways to use this ability to show dreams to truly change most people's ideas and save more people similar to you?"

"Taking a step back, even if you just want to vent your anger and resentment, haven't you thought about optimizing the film screening for so many years?"

"I admit, pulling teeth and nails, or cutting off the tongue is indeed painful. But have you considered that there might be many people in this world who have experienced things much more painful than this? This level of physical pain cannot affect them at all."

"Or is it that the people in this world are exceptionally fragile and have all been crushed by this kind of pain? Are we the first exception you've encountered?"

"I think maybe not? Otherwise, how could there be two dreams?"

After Shiler finished speaking, the evil spirit seemed unusually angry. All the furniture in the triage room floated up, seemingly wanting to smash toward Shiler.

"I advise you to think clearly. I can return to the operating room at any time now. That place is not completely your territory. I believe other existences in the hospital would be more willing to talk terms with me."

Shiler was very confident. Because in his view, the content of the dream had fully reflected the level of this little girl evil spirit, which was not much of a level. The dream neither told the cause and effect nor did any emotional rendering, just put a straightforward memory on it, and the number of people it could move was really limited.

Precisely because he had worked in a hospital, Shiler understood that human tolerance for pain is actually very strong. Those who think they are not pain-tolerant are those who have never had major surgery. Every year, I don't know how many people have fractures or large open wounds, and anesthesia is only effective during the surgery. After the medicine wears off, the effect of painkillers is very limited, and I haven't heard of everyone being pained to death or pained crazy.

Fundamentally, it lies in the fact that the human brain has safety limits. Once the pain exceeds the threshold, it is directly shielded, and those that cannot be shielded are shut down.

And human survival desire is super strong. Once the survival pressure is full, they will directly transform from sub-healthy modern people into terrifying upright apes. As long as they can survive, there is no pain that cannot be endured.

Therefore, this kind of scene-reproduction film screening is the least efficient way to scare people. It's not as good as having some chase scenes, or simply having a few jump scares, coming a few more times can make people neurasthenic.

Combined with the fact that this little girl is a witch, but still had no resistance and was killed, it can be known that it shouldn't be a very powerful existence.

"You can't help them!" the evil spirit screamed, "They are despicable villains, they should go to hell!"

"Alright, alright, calm down first, Miss. Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the present. Can you tell me what's going on with this hospital?"

"Let me tell you instead." Another voice appeared in the room. Shiler turned his head and saw a black shadow standing at the door crack that had just opened.

A little boy walked out. But the difference was that there were no wounds on his body, and his whole body exuded a faint light, looking more like a ghost than the mummy just now.

"I am Henry, nice to meet you, Doctor."

Shiler's originally gentle eyes slowly turned cold, but he covered up his change well, pretending to be a bit surprised and said: "Nice to meet you, Henry. Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I am also a victim of this hospital." Henry said, "About 60 years ago, I was a child of a merchant family in Magic Hub Town. After the plague broke out in the small town, I was infected with the disease and sent to the hospital, but I couldn't walk out of the operating room alive and became a ghost wandering here."

Shiler made an expression of realization, and then pretended to ask curiously: "Do you know the secret of this hospital?"

"This is not a secret." Henry said, "Many years ago, there was no town here, only a small village isolated from the world. But in just a few decades, more than a dozen well-known Great Mages emerged here, so it was also called the 'Hometown of Mages'. The name 'Magic Hub Town' also evolved from this term."

"So many mages came from the same place, naturally attracting the attention of big shots. They sent people to this village to investigate whether there were any unique conditions here, but only found a shocking bloody case."

"There is an extremely dangerous source of magic energy under the village. In that era, this thing was absolutely impossible to be developed. Even anyone who dared to approach would be backlashed by magic and die."

"However, the villagers discovered that a descendant of a cursed witch was a natural magic-affinity body, who could travel to the source of magic energy and even absorb the power within into her own body."

"So they caught her and controlled her, using her as a carrier to transport magic energy, letting her infuse magic energy into her body. They then drank her blood, let the magic power transform themselves, gained the ability to use magic energy, and became well-known Great Mages."

"After draining the magic energy, they killed the little girl in an evil way, squeezed out her last bit of value, and trapped her here forever, letting her not be able to take revenge on them."

After listening to this story, Shiler nodded and said: "As expected. Then how do you know these?"

"I am not like her, only able to be trapped here. I can move in some places in the town, so naturally, I can investigate some things."

"What is your relationship with Dr. Foster?"

"He is the one who killed me." Henry said, "It wasn't a medical error or anything, but he listened to the evil spirit's order and tortured me to death, causing me to become a ghost too."

The content Henry said was similar to what Shiler saw in the dream. Because the role he played at that time was Henry, and the bird-beak doctor's mask fell off to reveal Dr. Foster's face.

"A very wonderful story." Another voice sounded. Shiler turned his head and found that Pride had appeared in front of the passage at some point, and then slowly walked past Henry and sat on the chair by the window.

Shiler knew he didn't need to speak, because soon there would be another sad ghost in this room.

"Then, Mr. Henry." Pride nodded lightly and said, "Can you tell me, who is Martha?"

"It's Batman's mother." Shiler almost blurted out, but he knew that in this world, more than one person's mother is named Martha.

"She is my mother." Henry replied without changing his expression.

"Do you love her?"

"Of course."

"Then why did she die in the fire?"

"It was an accident." Henry showed a sad expression and said, "My house caught fire. I was carried out by my father, but she thought I didn't come out, went back to find me, and was burned to death in the house."

"What time did she die?"

"... What?"

"What time was she burned to death?" Pride looked into Henry's eyes and said, "To be precise, what time was she burned to death by you?"

?? So hungry

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