The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3381 Miraculous Doctor (25)

Chapter 3381 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-Five)

What is the most important quality of a doctor?

Some people may say it is a solid medical foundation, while others may think it is good medical ethics, but in fact, the most important thing for a doctor is psychological quality.

This is especially true for surgeons. Every top surgeon has a strong psychological quality, and they can remain calm even when faced with a huge crisis. Even if they feel guilty, they will not show it on the surface.

When he saw Stark's face, Strange blinked 0.2 times faster per second, but that was all that changed. He looked at Greed opposite him expressionlessly.

Schiller's mental quality was obviously good. He immediately looked at Strange, and when he found that he was not panicking, he gave him an approving look, and then glanced at the other side of the operating room.

Strange took the hint.

The operating room is no longer the same as it used to be. After an upgrade, it has become completely different from before, even the times have changed, and there is no trace of the past.

Their attire also changed. Although they still wore black robes, they did not wear masks. They both wore glasses and had crosses around their necks.

Even the number of people is different. Before there were two of them, but now that Wanda is here, they have become three.

Stark's impression of the two unscrupulous quacks should be that they were plague doctors who stayed in a dilapidated medieval basement to make money and kill people. But Schiller and Strange had long escaped from such an environment. They were now professional doctors in the Age of Exploration, and there was no trace of the Middle Ages from head to toe.

So in fact, as long as they didn't say it, Stark would never be able to recognize that they were the two quack doctors from before.

But there is another problem that the voices may be similar. But Stark is obviously not the kind of person who has received professional training and can perfectly identify the identity of others by voice.

To sum up, as long as the two of them don't reveal any flaws, they will definitely be able to fool Stark.

They both realized this at the same time, so they just showed reasonable surprise. After all, seeing an old friend in the game was quite unexpected. It would be too fake if they didn't react at all.

Schiller was the first to open his eyes wide and said, "Tony? I mean... Iron Man? Are you Iron Man?"

Stark, who had just come back to his senses, looked at Schiller and was so shocked that he almost sat up. He said, "Schiller, why are you here? Am I dead?"

"It's you." Schiller tapped the railing next to the operating table and said, "I'm also wondering why you are here. What's wrong with you?"

While Schiller was distracting Stark, Strange went to check on Stark's physical condition.

Stark was wearing a prison uniform and looked fine on the surface, but Strange could smell a faint smell of blood on him. His body temperature was also relatively high, and there was a sweet and fishy smell that appears when there is inflammation inside the human body.

Strange reached out to unbutton Stark's shirt. Stark grabbed his hand in a panic. Strange quickly pulled his hand out and said unhappily, "I've warned you many times, stay away from my hand..."

Stark laughed and said, "Because you think you in other universes are too miserable?"

Schiller reached out and flipped his eyelids, then tested the temperature of his forehead with his hand, then turned to Wanda and said, "Ma'am, mix two ounces of cooling potion and bring a wet towel."

Wanda turned around to prepare. Towels were also one of the improved equipment after the operating room was upgraded. Except for the lack of thickness, they were basically the same as modern towels, and their water absorption performance was much better than the previous linen.

Wanda soaked the towel with water, wrung it out, and used magic to send it to Schiller. She picked up the plate and went to the cabinet to select herbs for making a cooling potion. This potion was very simple to prepare and did not require cooking, so it was quickly completed.

Schiller poured the translucent blue potion onto a towel and placed it on Stark's head.

During this time, Strange had been fighting with Stark. He knew that Stark must have a wound on his abdomen, but Stark refused to let him unbutton his clothes.

"He's completely delirious with fever," Strange commented. He sighed and gritted his teeth, "It's best if I don't see him in the operating room in the real world..."

Schiller pursed his lips, tilted his head, then raised his hand and made a helpless expression.

"He's showing signs of excessive blood loss, so he can't be given anesthesia," Schiller said, glancing at Stark's pale face.

Strange was really helpless. He put on his gloves, patted Stark's face, and said, "Wake up, Tony, wake up..."

Stark took a long time to come back to his senses and responded, but he seemed a little dazed. Schiller had to use his eyes to signal Strange not to act rashly. He leaned down, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Stark's eyes, and then said: "It's me, Tony, we need to check your wound now. Let go of your hand..."

Stark seemed to finally understand the current situation. He loosened his grip on the clothes and let his arms fall down weakly.

Strange unbuttoned his shirt and, as expected, found a gunshot wound in the abdomen. Fortunately, the bullet did not threaten any vital organs, but only pierced the intestines.

Schiller saw blood seeping out of Stark's legs, but when he was about to take off his pants, another world war broke out.

"Let go! Tony! Let go!" Strange shouted at him, "We are doctors, we need to treat you now!! Don't move, in case you cut an artery..."

Schiller reached out to stop him, then leaned over and patted Stark's face, then said, "Based on where you're bleeding now, the shrapnel in your thigh is very close to your testicles. If you want to lose one of your balls forever, keep kicking your legs!"

Stark stopped moving at that moment, more quiet than an ice sculpture.

Schiller and Wanda worked together to successfully take off Stark's pants. Schiller wanted to ask Wanda if she wanted to avoid it, but when he thought about Wanda wanting to be a nurse and that she would encounter more such situations in the future, he didn't mention it.

Wanda was not disgusted. She just took the clothes she took off to be fumigated and disinfected, and said: "If you have seen the thing of a ram, you will not be surprised by any human genitals."

When they saw the wound on Stark's leg, Schiller and Strange both felt a little tricky. To put it simply, there was a cut at the base of his thigh, where a bullet must have gone in. But the bullet was deep in the wound and at a very tricky angle, so the exact location could not be seen from the outside.

The risk of surgery is very high, and the safest option is to make an incision along the wound. However, the nerves in the lower limbs of the human body are very dense, and damage to any point may cause lower limb movement disorders. Blindly deepening the original wound may lead to very serious consequences.

This kind of injury must be filmed. The location of the bullet must be determined first before studying how to remove it. However, their operating room has only been upgraded once. Although the times have improved, it is clear that there is no technology like X-rays, and there is no way to see the location of the bullet.

Then we can only take the most primitive method.

Strange first knocked on Stark's knee, but there was no knee jerk reflex at all. Then he leaned over to Stark's ear and shouted, "Can you bend this leg? Try bending it!"

The cold towel on his forehead and the clothes he had taken off slightly lowered Stark's body temperature. His intelligent brain finally started to work again. He tried hard to lift his legs, but after twisting for a long time, he still couldn't lift them.

Strange frowned.

Stark panicked when he saw his expression. He said, "Am I going to be paralyzed? No!! Aren't you known as the Hand of God? Think of a solution quickly!"

Strange didn't say anything, but just pulled Schiller aside. Schiller smiled and said to him, "Are you trying to scare him again? I'd say just do it once or twice, but don't be too..."

Strange still didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

The smile on Schiller's face gradually disappeared. He looked back at Stark and said, "Is the situation very bad?"

"The bullet may be lodged between the femoral artery and the femoral nerve, with the sciatic nerve just above it," Strange said. "In surgery, this location is called the 'crossroads of death.' One step forward means arterial bleeding, and one step back means paralysis of the lower limbs."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "Was the operation difficult?"

Strange had obviously considered it carefully, and then said, "There are two situations now. If the bullet is horizontal..." He gestured to indicate the direction of the bullet, and then continued, "Then the risk of affecting the sciatic nerve is relatively small, and it can be taken out from the inside of the femoral nerve."

"But if it's vertical..." Strange shook his head and said, "I would suggest not having surgery and praying to God that the bullet will stay in that position for the rest of his life. This way, he will only lose a leg instead of being paralyzed."

"Is there no other way?"

"First we have to determine the angle of the bullet." Strange's speech became very slow, and he was obviously considering. He said, "As long as it is not the worst case, you can try it. But there is always a chance of failure."

"The biggest problem now is that we have no way of seeing the direction of the bullet through modern medical instruments. So the only way to determine the direction of the bullet is to find out how he was injured and to roughly determine the current state of the bullet from the angle of the shooting."

"And getting Tony Stark to describe how he got himself in such a bad way is going to be even harder than this whole operation. And that's your area of ​​work, not mine. The success of this operation depends largely on you."

Now it was Schiller's turn to frown.