The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Don't worry, drink some water first, let's talk slowly. Schiller went to the table next to him and poured a glass of water for Strange.

Usually, Schiller, Strange, and Loki are more like bad friends. When the three of them get together, apart from bringing a little human shock to the cosmic demon gods, they are also strange to each other.

Without him, these three people represent three forces respectively, and these three forces are intricately connected, so it is hard to explain clearly.

Needless to say, Loki's Asgard's ass debt, Karma Taj led by Strange is not calm, Schiller's human heroes have more fun, these three yin and yang masters get together , the important people of the three parties, sneezes, can trigger a tsunami.

But now, Schiller felt that he still needed to care about Strange, because Strange's condition seemed really bad.

Strange is obsessed with cleanliness, and he also has certain symptoms of paranoia. Like most surgeons, he has extremely strict requirements on his appearance and action language. I made myself very embarrassed.

After he became the supreme mage, this point has not changed. If the leadership style of the ancient one is to focus on the big and let go of the small, then Strange is cautious, accurate to the daily lessons of each apprentice, and everything must be done. No big or small questions.

Now, the suit buttons on Strange's body are tilted to one side. It should be that when he was buttoning the buttons, he couldn't button them with trembling hands, which caused the buttons to be pulled crookedly. It also seemed to fail to fit into the suit jacket many times, causing wrinkles on the edges.

The unconventional cuff buttons that I usually take care of have not been buttoned, not to mention the dark circles under the eyes covered by the glasses, and the fine lines around the muscles of the mouth when the corners of the mouth are turned down.

This kind of image is common for Stark, because he often stays up late to do experiments, and he is unwilling to wear formal clothes. Pepper even tied the tie for him, but when it happened to Strange, it was extremely strange. unusual.

Schiller knew that Strange was more similar to arrogant Schiller, both of them were meticulous about their appearance, and if there was anything that could make them feel ashamed, it must be a big event that would make the sky fall.

Strange picked up the water glass that Schiller handed him, but his hands kept shaking, causing the water to splash on the table, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. Schiller was keenly aware of his symptoms, so, He turned around and went to the cabinet behind, and brought out a sippy cup with a lid specially designed for mental patients.

Ke Strain actually seemed to be stimulated. He patted the table with his palm and said, I'm not a mental patient! Why did you bring me a safety cup? I can take care of myself! I can...

As he spoke, he reached for the ordinary water glass on the table again, but this time it shook even more violently. With a shake of his hand, he threw the glass out, and it fell to the ground with a snap, breaking into several pieces. Also sprinkled out.

Schiller frowned. He realized that he had still underestimated Strange's condition. He was no longer just having an anxiety attack. He seemed to be a sign of bipolar disorder. His irritability came too suddenly. Behavioral patterns are also changing too quickly.

Schiller just turned around to get the cleaning tools, intending to clean up the water cups on the ground, but found that Strange actually bent down, trying to reach out to pick up the fragments of the cup, he rushed over immediately, stopped Strange, Strange seemed to realize something, he covered his mouth with his hands, put his elbows on the table, and kept taking deep breaths.

Schiller cleaned up the sundries on the ground, and poured a glass of water for Strange again, but he didn't hand it to him, but put it between the two of them. Strange was quickly attracted by the glass of water Staring at the calm water, he seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Tell me what's going on. Schiller took the initiative to speak.

My father is not in good health... Strange said with a trembling tone, but the next second he gritted his teeth and said, But he deserves it! He smokes, drinks and takes drugs, and hangs out in the casino every day!

Strange took a few deep breaths, and his tone became sad again: But it's not his fault, my mother died, my sister was injured, I left home to study, and my younger brother is very rebellious, he There are too many depressions that no one tells, but he refuses to see a psychiatrist because he thinks he is fine...

But in fact, he is very sick both physically and psychologically. Alcohol has eroded his brain, and nicotine has damaged his lungs. Colleagues in the laboratory said that his lungs are hopeless. He smoked so much that he had to numb himself with marijuana when he was in pain later on...

Strange suddenly fell silent, from quickly confiding the secrets of his life experience to complete silence, just for a second, like a machine gun with no bullets.

What does he think of you? Schiller asked a very critical question. He knew that this might irritate Strange, but he had to ask it because it was probably the key to Strange's illness. .

He would rather rot at home, and let his lungs shrink to lose two-thirds of its function, than go to his son who works in a big New York hospital! I'm still his eldest son! Strange punched again Hammering it on the table, he said: Those damned country doctors lied to him! It must be so! They must have told him he was fine, that's why it dragged on like this. I knew that group of ignorant, stupid mediocrities...

Stephen. Schiller called his name, Strange stopped, and Schiller looked at him again and asked, Can you give me the phone number of the doctor in the clinic where your father was treated?

I think that you may not have communicated calmly before, which may cause you to miss some details of your father's illness. If you can't control your emotions, I can make a call for you and ask carefully. Maybe there will be a turning point?

What's the use of asking them?! Strange roared angrily in a low voice, They're all a bunch of ignorant bums! Because they couldn't get into a big medical school, they chose to go to a small clinic!

Oh! Oh oh! Strange made a strange sound with his mouth. He said, I know what they will say, 'We just have different divisions of labor, but we all save lives. You are no nobler than me', go damn it!

This group of idiots just don't want to admit that their medical skills are poor! Why should I communicate with them rationally? They don't understand anything at all! A group of street gangsters have gone to a training class for a few days and dare to call themselves grassroots doctors?!

These words made Strange's arrogance undoubtedly obvious, but he did have the capital to be proud. After graduating from New York University School of Medicine, he entered Columbia University and New York-Presbyterian Hospital at a record speed.

If someone doesn't know how powerful this is, it can also be simply said that in the field of surgical medicine, Strange is called God's gift. There is no neurosurgery operation that he cannot perfect in this world. Even in the entire surgical field, he is a well-deserved number one.

Do you remember the first time we met? Schiller looked at Strange with a smile and said, It was at a consultation. The night before, I drank too much alcohol and was late, and you said Psychiatrists are magicians...

Strange, who was angrily scolding other doctors, suddenly froze for a moment, then turned his head aside in embarrassment, Schiller continued: But I don't blame you, because I know that surgeons are like this, surgeons Doctors don’t understand medicine at all, you only know how to do surgery.”

Strange almost jumped out of his chair like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. He said, I graduated from New York Medical School in record time...

You're stupid, arrogant and narrow-minded, with a bad temper and overly conceited...

What did you say?!!!!!

But you did a great job.

Oh, thank you.

Strange had just put away his smug expression, and was stunned for a moment, looking at Schiller, and Schiller showed a mischievous smile, and he said, Look, you don't really care that you understand If you don’t understand medicine, you only care about whether your surgery is good or not.”

Just as Strange was about to say something, Schiller took a sip of water from the water glass next to him and said, But this is actually normal, because surgeons don't have the right to prescribe, and they don't need to perform tests and anesthesia. You just need to In charge of performing an operation, everyone has their own responsibility, doesn't they?

You regard a psychiatrist as a magic stick because it is not within your scope of responsibility to comfort patients and prescribe psychotropic drugs to them. I don't think it is difficult to perform surgery, because I have never been on the operating table.

Those township doctors are the same. Among their responsibilities, they neither comfort the patients nor perform operations on them. They are only responsible for simple examinations. If there are cases beyond their ability, all they can do is to let the patients Go to the big hospital.

Just like you gradually understand me, and the profession of a psychologist, you have to give those township doctors you look down on a chance to see if they are doing their own work, even if it is very simple for you.

Strange curled his lips. Schiller's method of consolation could easily impress him. If Schiller argued with him about it's not easy for low-level doctors, Strange would only get angrier. Here, the more you confront each other, the harder it is to get out.

However, Schiller used himself as an example to explain that surgeons, psychiatrists, and township doctors have different responsibilities, and everyone only completes their own duties, and surgeons are no exception.

After all, even the best surgeons, like Strange, couldn't prescribe or even prescribe medicine, but some town doctors could.

Based on this reality, Strange can only admit that everyone's scope of responsibility is different, and their suggestions can also be listened to.

Therefore, Strange reluctantly opened the address book on his mobile phone, found the phone number of the doctor he had contacted, and then sent a message to Schiller. After Schiller got the phone number, he did not immediately It was time to call, but first sent a text message, and after a while, the call took the initiative to call.

Oh, hello, that's right, I sent it. I'm Mr. Strange's psychiatrist. I think he may have spoken badly to you before. I apologize to you on his behalf. His mental state is not quite right now. good……

That's right, I also worked in the Presbyterian Hospital, and I used to work with him, but don't worry, I'm not a surgeon, they don't understand anything except surgery, don't they?

Oh, you're flattering me. I think that calm communication is what every normal adult should do.

Yes, when I was giving psychological treatment to Mr. Strange, I found that he was very worried about his father's illness. Due to his irrational communication with you before, he didn't get too many details. Therefore, I Call for more details...

Before Schiller could ask a question, the doctor on the opposite side spoke out all the information in one breath, and Schiller took out his notebook and started to write down while listening.

Really? I started to have symptoms three years ago? Is it difficult to breathe? May I ask, have you ever advised him to go to a big hospital for medical treatment? Yes, I know you will definitely suggest that, but what about the other party's attitude?

Yes, we all know that Dr. Strange works in the best hospital in New York. Didn't old Mr. Strange mention this to you? Did he mention his eldest son to you?

Schiller, who lowered his head to take notes, could clearly see from the corner of his eye that Strange's arm muscles tensed instantly, and his breathing became faster. He seemed to be expecting and fearing this answer.