The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3382 Miraculous Doctor (26)

Chapter 3382 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-six)

The reason why Stark grabbed his clothes tightly just now was not because he didn't want to be naked, but because he simply didn't want others to see his wounds, especially Schiller and Strange.

Stark has a characteristic, that is, the closer he is to someone, the harder he talks. Even if he is put into the blast furnace that Schiller modified and burned for a whole day, he will still have a mouth left to shout "I'm fine" in the end.

And when facing Schiller and Strange, he is even more reluctant to expose his embarrassment. Rather than asking him to explain how he got himself into this state, he might as well buy a wheelchair.

Schiller's thought lingered in his mind for only 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 arrested, Detective, how does the cell taste?"

Stark mumbled a few words, seemingly trying to think of how to make amends for himself, but his brain wasn't working fast enough, so he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"If you think this is just because you are stupid, you are naive," Schiller said. "Even from the few words in the report, I can see that someone has betrayed you."

Stark was already feeling a little sleepy due to 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 efficient can the police be in this era? There are no surveillance cameras. If no one gives them clues, how can 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 put all the blame on the informer.

Under Schiller's persuasion, Stark finally told the story of his arrest and how he was hospitalized again.

"…I was climbing over the wall at the back of the hospital, and then ran out of the side door into a small alley. But they suddenly rushed out from the front, and Steve wasn't there yet, so I was caught by them."

"I stayed in prison for a few days. Steve sneaked in soon. We could have gone together, but I found an important witness in the prison. In order to take him away, Steve had to attract the attention of the guards alone, and I slipped out from the back with the witness..."

"We were almost out at that time, and the guard at the back door should have just changed shifts, but that guy was drunk. The person who came to replace him waited at the door and didn't leave, so we were discovered. On the way to chase, I was shot in order to delay them. Fortunately, Steve saved me."

"But later, more and more people were chasing us. I asked Steve to take the witness away first, but I was attacked from behind and fell to the ground. They were probably afraid that I would get up, so they shot me directly."

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

"Yes." Stark shook his neck with some difficulty. Schiller saw that there was an obvious mark of blunt force trauma there, and the other party might have wanted to knock him out.

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

"About two meters."

"With a revolver?"

"Yes, it's the standard equipment of the National Police Agency."

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

"I'm not sure who fired the gun, but there was no one under 6 feet tall."

"Standing and shooting?"

"Yes."

"Did Steve bring you here?" Strange asked. "Did you walk here by yourself? Or did he carry you the whole way?"

Stark showed an embarrassed expression, and Schiller immediately said: "If you insist on walking, things will be difficult to handle."

He began to explain the principle to Stark. He said: "In theory, we can directly judge the position and depth of the bullet by the wound where the bullet enters. But in actual operation, it is not that simple, because the bullet may shift as you move."

"Especially when a bullet is shot into a joint, there is a high possibility that it will change direction and position as the joint moves. Steve is a veteran, and he will never let you land on your feet. Did you quarrel with him again?"

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

Strange immediately understood what was going on. He walked aside with Schiller again and said, "It doesn't look like the worst situation at the moment. So as long as he stays still, there shouldn't be any problems. I have to take care of his abdominal wound first, and you go treat the other patients."

Schiller nodded. Although Stark had to be treated, there was a minimum number of patients to be cured after the operating room was upgraded. If only Stark was treated, the number of patients might not be met, so other patients had to be treated.

The two of them worked together to move Stark to the bed next to them. Strange began to remove the bullet from Stark's abdomen. Schiller pulled the lever to request a new patient. Stark was a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, how could you do this! I was shot twice, and you still have the mind to treat other people?!"

Stark's physical condition is too weak to be anesthetized by general anesthesia. Strange is applying anesthetic to Stark's wound, while Wanda is looking for an angle to give him local anesthesia.

"Be honest." Strange knocked on the railing of the operating table in annoyance, and then said, "Lie down, keep your head flat, look at the ceiling and count. Tell me when the wound feels numb."

Then he said to Wanda: "When facing such difficult patients, you must be tougher. A tough attitude is a responsibility to them."

Wanda nodded. Stark was about to raise his head to say something, but Wanda held him down the next second.

Stark didn't believe in evil, and the more he was told not to look up, the more he wanted to try. Just as he was about to move, a stirring stick was suspended in the center of his brow.

Stark suddenly stopped talking.

Strange, who was watching all this, couldn't help but sigh that this was indeed a cool move, especially when the victim was Tony Stark.

"I feel a little numb," Stark said.

Strange reached out and pressed next to his wound, and Stark jumped up with a cry of "Ouch". The stirring rod suspended above his head was not fixed there, but just floating. After being hit by him, it flew out next to Strange's ear.

Strange gritted his teeth and sighed, "Didn't you say it was numb?!"

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

Strange simply picked up the scalpel and said, "If you are numb, I will operate on you."

"No, no, no, let me feel it again." Stark lay on the bed with his eyes closed. Two minutes passed, and there was still no movement. Wanda had to go over and call him.

Stark suddenly woke up. He had just fallen asleep, or rather, he had lost too much blood and was in a short coma. After waking up, it was as if his memory had been cleared, and he asked Strange what he should do now.

Strange couldn't stand it any longer. He put down the scalpel and said to Schiller, "You take out the bullet from him. I'll go treat other patients."

"Okay." Schiller put down what he was doing and came over. The patients that Wood assigned to them were still dirty and troublesome. In fact, he didn't like doing this kind of boring work. It was just right that Strange was willing to take over.

Schiller came over and picked up the scalpel. Stark seemed to have regained his sanity. He looked at Schiller with wide eyes and horror and said, "Wait a minute, aren't you a psychiatrist?!"

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

"Do you want more anesthesia?" Wanda said with some embarrassment, "It should have taken effect, but he seems to be tolerating it..."

"One more stitch," Schiller said. "I'll make the incision, and then you can fix the epidermis for me. I want to see the exact location of the bullet."

Wanda brought another needle and gave him another shot. Schiller didn't wait for the anesthesia to take effect like Strange did, but went straight into surgery.

Stark growled again. Schiller ignored him and said, "It seems you can't be a tough guy. I remember when I took the bullet out of Matt, he didn't say a word."

"But this is normal. After all, he is a well-trained superhero, and you are just a spoiled rich guy..."

Wanda couldn't help but glance at Schiller. She felt that what Schiller said was a bit inappropriate. No matter what, you can't scold the patient, right?

Although she felt that Stark's reaction was indeed a bit too much, and no matter how much anesthetic he could tolerate, it shouldn't be that painful, but he was in so much pain that his whole body was cramping, and he really didn't look like a tough guy.

But she soon discovered that Stark really stopped yelling. She didn't know if it was because the anesthetic had taken effect, or if he really wanted to be a tough guy.

When wiping Schiller's sweat, Wanda discovered that he had fainted.

Schiller had long discovered that Stark was a person who could not tolerate pain. If his toes accidentally kicked the corner of the table, he would be like Tom in Tom and Jerry, holding his foot and taking off on the spot, and then like a ballerina, he would turn several circles on one foot, full of exaggerated dramatic meaning.

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

Moreover, the Stark in their universe has not dismantled the reactor yet, and it is still embedded in his chest.

Although Stark in the game world no longer had a reactor, when Schiller looked at his chest, he seemed to see the shape of an energy slot again. He thought, the police department had better not push Stark too far, because he turned around and drove a Gundam, and you all know what Iron Man is.

The abdominal surgery was completed quickly, and the bullet was quickly removed. Schiller placed the bullet on a tray and showed it to Strange. Strange took it, looked at it, nodded, and said, "It's smaller than I thought, it should be able to be removed."

"No rush." ​​Schiller said, "Let's wait until tonight to do the surgery. I'll make some food to help him regain some strength."

They both turned around at the same time and looked at the white rabbit man lying on the bed behind them.

When Stark woke up, it was almost noon. He was awakened by the strong smell of meat. Turning around, he saw Schiller coming over with a bowl of meat soup.

Stark swallowed and said, "What smells so good?"

"I've been cooking this rabbit herbal soup for a long time. Would you like some?"

Stark couldn't stand up completely now, so he could only use something to prop his head up, and then Wanda fed him with a spoon.

Schiller turned to look at the window frame. The raven had been perched on the windowsill, watching them talk, but it had flown away when Strange and Schiller teamed up to get the rabbit meat.

"This roast chicken is quite alert..."