PFC Chapter 3364 Miraculous Doctor (8)
Chapter 3364 Miraculous Doctor (8)
Chapter 3364 Miraculous Doctor (VIII)
Hearing Stark's scream, Schiller, who was looking for herbs in the cabinet with his back turned, smiled.
Tony Stark, a person who makes all hospitals in New York helpless, including the Presbyterian Hospital where Schiller and Strange are located.
There is no doubt that Stark is rich, very rich. The amount of money that Stark Group invests in medical care every year is an astronomical figure. He is a big moneymaker that no hospital can afford to offend.
But at the same time, he was as difficult to deal with as he was rich. With Schiller's intervention, Stark's anxiety disorder improved a lot, but he was just no longer sick, not a different person.
It can even be said that because he is no longer sick, his personality has a bigger stage to play out. Stark has never been a nice guy, and the bad playboy part of his personality often comes out, sometimes irritable, sometimes hypocritical.
If Strange is the kind of doctor that Schiller can't stand, then Stark must be the patient he can't stand. So far, the main reason why no one has any objection to Stark paying Schiller such a high consultation fee is that when anyone who comes into contact with Stark hears that he actually has a psychiatrist, most of them mourn for this doctor.
Stark made too many unreasonable demands at the hospital. Take Pepper's case at the time. The tumor in Pepper's uterus was not even visible to the naked eye in the imaging data, but he just asked the doctor to provide a complete treatment plan.
Theoretically speaking, he does have the capital to make trouble unreasonably. After all, he does not use insurance almost every time he goes to the doctor, which is a very scary thing in the United States, but Stark doesn't care.
But Schiller must have firmly stood on the doctor's side. Even if the doctor was Strange, he could help the right person without any psychological burden.
Strange's description of the whirlpool disease is correct. Just like diabetes, there are many people in the world who die from diabetes and various complications, but most people can still survive as long as they receive treatment and maintain it reasonably.
Among the several types of whirlpool disease, only one is the more dangerous condition that Strange mentioned, and it will only deteriorate to that extent in a short period of time if no treatment is given and the disease is allowed to develop completely.
The vast majority of other patients rely on long-term medication to slow down the rate of limb curling. When the treatment is effective, they can even restore normal finger movements without affecting their daily life at all.
From the swirl pattern on Stark's fingertips, it can be seen that he has had this disease for a short time, probably only in the past few days. Through injection treatment, it can be guaranteed that the disease will not worsen within at least three months. And if combined with medication, it can completely not affect the ability to move.
But Strange's slightly wrong way of describing it scared Stark a lot.
"How do I cure it?" Stark asked. "Don't tell me to cut off my fingers. I still need to write."
"Oh, you can actually write?" Schiller asked with fake curiosity. He was actually a little curious about what role Stark played in this game.
"Of course, I am the most famous detective from Westchester. My assistant and I have solved many major cases in the past three years that the Westchester Police Department has no clue about..."
Good man, Schiller thought to himself, the great Detective Stark, huh?
Then your assistant must be the famous Steve Rogers? A good guy, he has been to the battlefield, and he has a high level of combat power.
Schiller really found it difficult to imagine how the two of them would solve the case, and he felt that the fact that these two people were coming to arrange the script was very abstract in itself, and it was even more abstract that they happened to run into him and Strange.
Stark boasted for a long time, but seeing that no one supported him, he could only touch his nose with a little embarrassment.
"So what are you going to do? What...what medicinal herbs are they?"
"Raven blood," Schiller replied.
"Okay, where do we get raven blood?"
"Either buy it from the bear keeper. Or... do you have a weapon?"
"Of course," Stark said. "I have a revolver with three rounds left."
"The raven that delivers newspapers to us every day looks healthy. If I had its blood, I think it could be used to treat you."
"A raven delivering newspapers? Well, with my excellent marksmanship, I can definitely shoot it down, but are you sure this is feasible?"
"Or I can give you a spinal puncture." Strange flicked the iron rod in his hand with his fingers. "This should also relieve some of the symptoms."
Looking at the black spike that was as long as an adult's forearm, Stark's head almost shook out an afterimage.
"Do you have money?" Schiller said, "It costs money to order newspapers. You can't ask us to pay for it ourselves. Our wages are not much."
"Yes, yes, yes." Stark casually grabbed a handful of coins from his trouser pocket. A golden light from one of the coins almost blinded Schiller's eyes.
Gold coins!! Schiller roared in his heart. This guy actually has several gold coins!!
Where is sulfur? Where is my sulfur??!
Just as he was getting excited, a hand pressed on his shoulder. Strange shook his head slightly, indicating that the best was yet to come.
Strange picked up a copper coin and threw it into the metal passage, saying, "I want an evening paper. Please deliver it as soon as possible."
Stark propped up his upper body and looked back at the passage and said, "Is that where I fell just now?"
"Yes."
"That damn wooden man knocked me out when I turned around." Stark muttered, "I thought I ran into a shady shop."
"He does have a bad temper," Schiller continued, "but we are the best doctors here. You have come to the right place."
As they were talking, the small window above the room opened. Schiller said in a deep voice, "Get ready!"
Stark waved his hand lightly, and a beautiful golden revolver appeared in his hand. Schiller then remembered that there was magic in this world.
At the moment when the black raven landed on the windowsill, the revolver fired with a "bang". The raven screamed and fell in with the newspaper.
The raven that was hit didn't die so quickly, it was still flapping its wings weakly. Schiller picked up the pliers and walked over, stepped on the raven's body and hit it on the head twice, "bang bang", and the raven stood still and didn't move.
Schiller picked up the poor bird, looked it around, and seeing nothing unusual, he pretended to take it to the operating table to bleed it.
Just as he opened the raven's chest, he found that where the heart should have been, there was only a small crystal core emitting a strange purple light.
Schiller carefully adjusted his body position so that Stark would not notice anything unusual. He quietly dug out the small crystal core and threw it into his pocket.
Then he drained the raven's blood, plucked its feathers, disassembled its limbs, and piled the bones and meat separately. He even took the eyes and beak and put them in a jar to soak, hoping they would be useful later.
He used the raven's blood to prepare medicine for the whirlpool disease and drew it into a syringe. However, he encountered great trouble when he was giving Stark the injection.
As expected, Stark refused to cooperate. He looked at the brass needle in Schiller's hand and dodged backwards frantically, shouting, "Don't try to stab me with that thing! Why don't you just use the street lamp?!"
Schiller couldn't help but look at Strange with a look that meant "You two have quite similar metaphor styles."
Strange was also somewhat helpless. He picked up the hook next to the fireplace and said, "Patient, please cooperate and don't interfere with our work."
"What do you want to do?" Stark said in horror, "You are a doctor, not a killer!"
The dancing flames in the fireplace seemed to have something to say.
Stark jumped off the bed and ran to the head of another bed, facing Strange who was chasing him. Schiller came from the other side with pliers.
Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, Stark even pulled out his gun.
Just as the three of them were in a stalemate, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. Schiller and Strange paused and immediately put down what they were holding.
"What... is going on..." came the nurse's hoarse voice.
At this moment, Schiller and Strange seemed to have found their backbone. They both rushed to the door quickly.
"Ma'am! There's a patient who's not cooperating! I've already mixed up the medicine, but he won't let me give him the injection! And he wants to shoot us!"
"Yes, he just fired a shot and almost broke the glass in the ward. What should we do?!"
The two of them were talking back and forth, and the nurse was a little stunned. Obviously, he had never thought that there would be such an uncooperative patient.
"What is Wood doing..." the nurse said in a tone full of dissatisfaction. The next second, there was a "bang" as if something hit the door. But the nurse's body did not move.
The whole room shook, and Stark staggered, nearly dropping his revolver. He quickly held onto the head of the bed to steady himself. But Schiller had already taken advantage of the moment when he was distracted and threw the pliers in his hand at him.
"Bang!"
Stark was knocked to the ground.
"Thank you, ma'am, and have a nice day," Strange said, knocking gently on the door.
The two of them lifted up Stark, who had been knocked unconscious, and placed him on the operating table. Schiller gently pushed the liquid in the syringe and said, "I remember you asked me to practice infusion. Isn't this the opportunity?"
"Go ahead," Strange said. "It's not difficult to inject an IV. With your hand stability, you should be able to do it quickly."
"To prevent him from waking up from the pain, I should give him an injection first." Schiller picked up the syringe filled with Datura anesthetic next to him and said, "I'm sorry, Tony, I didn't know you were coming. Otherwise I would definitely buy anesthetic."
Strange walked aside and began to read the newspaper that had just fallen in with the raven.
Schiller was ready to start. The needle was almost inserted when Strange suddenly said, "Wait, don't touch him yet, come and take a look at this."
Schiller walked over and saw Strange pointing at a piece of news in the newspaper. It said: "The great detective Poirot is wanted by the Westchester Police Department. He is suspected of being involved in the bloodthirsty flower murder case. If anyone has any eyewitnesses or clues, report them to the police department and you will receive a reward of 10 silver coins!"
The two of them turned to look at Stark on the bed.