The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The nights in New York are never calm. This prosperous city located on the East Coast performs a climax drama that never ends every night. The gentle moonlight fails to hinder the hurried pace of pedestrians, and the cool night breeze fails to Soothe their restless moods.

Schiller quickly walked into the laboratory. Connors frowned when he saw him. Schiller didn't show anything. He just asked: Stephen has come to see you?

Yes, it's about his brother. Connors said bluntly. He pushed up his glasses and said, Hereditary genetic diseases are indeed a bit troublesome, but Nick helped him find the perfect source of liver. I want to give him some A healing potion, but he doesn’t want it, he’s very proud of his surgical skills.”

Hearing Connors say that Strange did not take the healing potion from him, Schiller frowned slightly, exchanged greetings with Connors and then walked out of the ward.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the empty floor continued to echo. The cold light from the hospital door reflected the moonlight outside the window. A slender figure walked along the corridor of Presbyterian Hospital and arrived at the last consultation meeting. on site.

When he walked in, everyone looked at him in surprise because he was holding a notebook and a pen - usually only the medical students who were auditing would bring these.

But he ignored those glances and sat calmly on his seat, looking up at the screen at the front with a serious expression like a student attending a large consultation for the first time.

In the corridor of S.H.I.E.L.D., Schiller passed Natasha sideways. The female agent glanced at his expression, raised her eyebrows, and showed an interesting expression, while Schiller walked straight towards Nick. Go to Fury's office.

Nick, I want to confirm that there should be nothing wrong with Stephen's brother's liver source, right? Schiller knocked on the door and said.

Nick raised his head, looked at Schiller with some confusion and said: Of course there will be no problem with the perfectly adapted organ. Are you worried about the source and legality?

Nick stood up from the table, and while collecting the documents on the table, he said: Perhaps you may not be able to find a very suitable source of liver in the United States, but if you look around the world, you can always find it. As long as you are rich and powerful, this It’s not difficult.”

Are the organs to be transplanted safe? Where are they stored now?

It's still on the way to be transported. It won't arrive until early tomorrow morning. It's safest to have the surgery immediately upon arrival. But why do you ask? Nick looked up at Schiller with some confusion.

Schiller calmed down and said, It's nothing. I just want to make sure the situation is foolproof. You know, Stephen is very important to us. The relatives of heroes should not bleed.

Nick walked to the door, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. Stephen's brother will recover soon, and then he will be able to return to work.

The moonlight fell on the window sill, and his well-maintained slender fingers flipped through the cases over the years. The figure sitting by the window seemed to have returned to his student days. He carefully studied all the organ transplant cases that had been performed at Presbyterian Hospital, and From time to time, I look back at the key points noted during the consultation just now.

He marked on the record with a pen, and the rustling sound echoed in the room. The few old things in the apartment room were very accustomed to this sound. The days and nights of studying hard in the cold window not only engraved the knowledge into the mind, but also made the His back and the wall form a double shadow.

You're going to have surgery tomorrow morning, are you nervous?

Schiller poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Victor. He glanced at the scarf Victor placed next to him and knew that he should have just returned from the Presbyterian Hospital.

A little bit. Victor showed a simple smile and said: I have grown so big and I haven't had any surgery yet.

Don't worry, your brother is the best surgeon in the world. No matter what, he won't let anything happen to you. Me too.

Of course, Doctor Schiller. Victor seemed more relaxed. He tilted his head slightly to one side, looked at the moonlight outside the window and said, I know doctors are good people, and you are always thinking about how to save people.

The general practitioner in our town is busier every day than a tractor during the harvest season. Logically speaking, if a person is so busy, he would not want to have other jobs, but he always calls me. , asked me if I felt uncomfortable, and if so, I must tell him.

He was a good man, and he helped a lot of older farmers so they could go back to work, including my dad, who was a pretty serious guy, but I still remember him hearing that my brother was Stephen Strand. The look of surprise on your face when you are surprised.”

Schiller lowered his eyes and smiled and said: Indeed, Strange is a legend in the field of surgery. He has been included in all the books introduced by famous surgeons. His surgeries have also been included in textbooks. Which doctor wouldn't want to How about meeting this Hand of God?”

Victor smiled very hard, making a gurgling sound in his throat like a common farmer, looking innocent and honest. Schiller could see that although he had a normal relationship with his brother, he was still proud of it.

After the laughter stopped, Victor looked at Schiller with a rather sincere look and said, You must be a very good friend of his.

Schiller's hands helping him arrange the quilt paused for a moment, and he asked: Why?

Did he ask you to come and persuade me?

Schiller nodded.

But Victor shook his head gently and said, You don't know how difficult it is for him to ask for help. It's hard to imagine how difficult it is to go from a remote town all the way to New York and become such a well-known surgeon. But he never asked for it - not once.

Victor raised his eyes to look at the starry sky outside the window and said: He always works hard alone and solves all problems by himself. On countless such nights, he once told me that in this world, the only thing What he can’t learn is despair.”

The night was getting darker and darker, and the thin clouds that drifted by from time to time dimmed the moonlight. The lights in the room were still bright. The practice model that had not been at hand for many years was taken out of the box, and he pressed it with one hand, waiting. After the preparations are completed, a series of sewing movements that are almost invisible are like butterflies fluttering under the light.

For medical students, basic suturing of the epidermis is not difficult, and for surgeons it is even more commonplace, but when done by these hands, one can see a lot of smooth beauty from the bloody association of suturing flesh and blood. .

Over and over again, until the moon sets, the stars sink, and the red sun rises.

After the sutures were pulled out, no additional traces were left on the surface of the model. After putting the model back into the box, he sat alone on the edge of the bed and watched the sunrise outside the window, just like countless nights of penance. It ends the same.

On a dark national highway, a special low-temperature transport vehicle was speeding towards New York. The driver, who was concentrating on driving the vehicle, did not notice a thin layer of gray fog rising around the vehicle body.

The sun rises from the horizon of the vast American land, the back of the transport truck disappears into the rows of New York skyline, and the morning fog slowly disperses.

When Victor was pushed into the operating room, Strange was fully dressed. Schiller couldn't see his expression through the hat and mask, but he could still feel that he was calmer than before.

The door to the operating room slowly closed. The transplant operation process was longer than anyone imagined. Just standing outside the door, you could feel the suffocating pressure.

It was quiet inside and outside the operating room, until the light outside the window turned from bright to dark, and there were some noises in the operating room, like water suddenly boiling. Someone was shouting something noisily, but it didn't sound like panic.

Soon the door of the operating room opened, and the nurses pushed the patient out together. Vaguely, Schiller heard words such as the operation was successful and another miracle. There was no surprise in his tone, and it seemed reasonable. As it should be.

Schiller suddenly showed a proud smile, shrugged and was about to walk out, but unexpectedly a nurse stopped him at this time and said: Doctor Rodriguez, Dr. Strange, please come in.

Schiller was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and said: But I'm not wearing surgical clothes, I...

It doesn't matter, the operation is over. Dr. Strange might have something urgent, so you'd better go in quickly.

Schiller had no choice but to walk into the operating room. After the last nurse left, Strange, who was wearing a hat and mask, waved his finger and asked Schiller to close the door as if commanding the nurses, while he packed up the surgical tools. .

Schiller paused for a moment, but still walked over and closed the door. He walked briskly and said as he walked: The operation was successful, right? I think surgery should also be divided into categories of magic.

Has your deal with death been completed? Strange's voice came from under the mask, which seemed a bit unreal.

Schiller took two steps forward, leaned against the side wall and said, Of course, if Victor is still alive at the end of the operation, the deal is done.

Is your arm dead?

Schiller nodded, smiled and said: I seem to have heard someone tell me that they will make me pay the price?

At this time, Strange had packed up his equipment and taken off his gloves, hat and mask. Schiller thought he was going to leave the door and gave up his position.

But Strange stood there and took out the Time Stone.

Schiller frowned in surprise. He didn't understand what Strange was going to do, but the next second, rich energy surrounded the Time Stone, and the Time Stone was activated instantly.

But they did not travel through time. The rich energy with the power of time condensed into substance and turned into a dagger-like blade, and Strange held the end of the weapon in his left hand.

Schiller's eyes widened and he almost stopped breathing. At this moment, he realized what Strange was going to do. The next second, the thick gray fog rushed towards Strange.

But it's too late.

With a swish sound, the sharp blade scratched ten centimeters below Strange's right elbow. There was no blood, no residual limbs, no crying or screaming, just the hand of God, which is known as a miracle in the surgical world. Completely disappeared.

The moment the gray mist condensed, Schiller grabbed Strange's neck tightly and pushed him against the wall with a bang with extremely rough movements.

Schiller first turned his head to look at the smooth cut on Strange's arm, and then looked at Strange's face with disbelief.

Strange raised his head slightly, and when his eyes turned to Schiller, his eyes were filled with a cold smile.

I destroyed all timelines of this arm, and you can never, ever, ever...get it back.