amaotonovel Chapter 3370 Miraculous Doctor (4)
Chapter 3370 Miraculous Doctor (4)
Chapter 3370 Miraculous Doctor (XIV)
"I think he might have been sent here by his parents, lying on the hospital bed, watching the plague doctor wearing a bird-beak mask, seeing all kinds of patients."
"Because he was too young, he couldn't understand what the plague was. Plus, the methods used by plague doctors at that time to treat diseases were too mysterious, so he thought of it as magic."
“People suffering from the Black Death are in great pain. They may scream and wail, and make gestures with their teeth and claws. Because they cannot understand such actions, they will subconsciously add their own fantasies and regard the patients who come to see the doctor as strange monsters, such as octopus people, raven people, etc.…”
"But there are also some things that don't make sense," Schiller said, tapping his fingertips on the armrest of the chair. "These strange patients and magical treatments may all be the product of this child's imagination."
"In modern medicine, almost every disease is related to each other, but here, the content in the manual is basically nonsense. It is obvious that it is not a scientific discipline developed naturally, but more like fantasy. This is consistent with the statement of the conscious world."
"Some of the tools used for treatment here were also used by medieval plague doctors. For example, they would use water boiled with sulfur to disinfect, try to use a scalpel to remove the ulcerated part of the skin, or use herbs to relieve the patient's pain. This part should be the child's real memory."
"But there is only one thing that is not right, and that is the clothes that the patients who come here wear."
"Clothing? Do you mean clothes?"
"That's right," Schiller nodded. "People can't imagine something they haven't seen before. Even these bizarre diseases and treatments must have prototypes. Many of them seem to be part of the symptoms of the Black Death."
"But in terms of dressing, if the child has never seen the clothes of rich people, he will definitely think that everyone in the world wears dull clothes. He can't imagine the luster of silk, don't know that clothes can be embroidered with patterns, and don't know that people need to wear all kinds of accessories. Only people who have seen this kind of dress can imagine it."
"We said before that this child was most likely sent here when he was still young. So he could only have seen someone dressed like this in the ward."
"Besides, this child has seen more than one or two people dressed like this before. The octopus man was wearing clothes made of tweed, which looked very good. Mr. Raven was wearing a silk shirt and his bow tie was tied very neatly. This is not something a child from a poor family could imagine."
"In that era, those who dressed like this must be nobles and wealthy people. Even if they really needed treatment, they would ask for royal doctors instead of folk doctors, and it is even more impossible for them to come to such a dirty and messy ward. So where did this child see them?"
Strange also fell into deep thought. At this time, Schiller proposed another possibility. He said, "Unless, this child is not here to be cured. He is imprisoned here for another purpose."
"You don't mean to say..."
Schiller shook his head again and said, "Probably not. Patients who have been physically violated will have some of the same specialized features in their mental fantasies, usually related to reproductive organs, and will also have more violent and bloody elements, not so peaceful."
"What could it be?" Strange thought for a moment and said, "What use would a child be to these great men?"
Strange thought about it for a while, and then he realized that Schiller had not spoken for a long time. He looked over and found that Schiller was distracted, not thinking attentively, and it seemed that his soul had drifted away.
"It's not dawn yet, maybe we can sleep a little longer." Strange sighed softly. He adjusted his posture and prepared to take a nap to see if he could continue the dream he had just had.
When he found that Schiller still didn't respond, he thought Schiller had fallen asleep. But Schiller suddenly moved, as if he had just come to his senses.
"Where were we talking about?" Schiller's cough sounded a bit obvious. Strange narrowed his eyes.
"What happened to you just now?" Strange asked.
"I remembered some things from the past," Schiller said. "I thought it was a bit similar to the current situation, so I looked through my memories to see if there were any similarities."
"The past? Your childhood?" Strange thought about it and found that he didn't seem to have heard Schiller mention his childhood. And he himself was not as interested in Schiller's past as Stark. If Schiller didn't mention it, he would never ask.
Strange knows that he is not a very curious person. His life motto is more like "If everyone can take care of themselves, the world will have a better tomorrow."
Moreover, because of some experiences during his school years, he is also quite disgusted by people who inquire into his private life without any bottom line. The scope of private life includes what he is doing now during non-working hours, his background, past, family, etc.
At first, it might be because they were a little embarrassed to talk about their poor background, but later it turned into "Living on the same planet with idiots like you is the biggest tragedy, there is no need to discuss the differences in the places of birth."
In general, Strange is a person with a strong sense of boundaries. He does not invade other people's privacy, and refuses others to invade his privacy. He has no curiosity about other people's privacy and will not spend time and energy to explore these issues.
People around Schiller all wanted to know what made him what he is today. Even if they would not ask directly out of politeness, once they had the chance to find out, they would not let it go.
But Strange had a hunch that Schiller's past seemed very secret, just because it might come from a very distant universe. But for him, it was not a secret, and he didn't want to tell it, not because of any mental trauma or mystery, but simply because he thought it was a waste of time to explore this issue.
Some past events that might be regarded as shadows by ordinary people were nothing to him, and it was not these things that shaped him. If he mentioned them, it would be like a boring chronicle.
And because Schiller's current behavior is very unique, most people have imagined a very bizarre background for him, interspersed with some plots that most people cannot accept. Then they think that this may be Schiller's mental trauma, so they try not to ask. However, they cannot resist their curiosity, so they pretend not to ask while secretly investigating.
Yes, I'm talking about Tony Stark. Anyone can see that he is extremely curious and has the most imagination, but he just refuses to ask.
Strange felt that things were not that complicated at all. As long as you asked, Schiller would tell you. However, if you expressed it from Schiller's perspective, it might not be very interesting, but rather bland and boring.
"Yes," Strange heard Schiller answer. He spoke so naturally about his past.
"When I was very young, probably just when I began to remember things, I was kidnapped by a mysterious research organization. They said I had certain talents, and if I could develop them, I would be very useful to them."
"They may want to use me to carry out some terrorist attacks, or they may want to achieve some results in the field of human spiritual research. It is more likely that they want to use me to carry out some research. In any case, they are doing research on me every day."
"I don't remember some of the details very clearly, but I was just wandering around several rooms, either checking some equipment, or identifying some strange patterns in the atlas, or sitting opposite a person and answering his questions."
Strange thought the story was more interesting than he had imagined, so he sat up a little straighter and asked, "Did they abuse you? I mean physically or mentally."
"Their purpose was to do research, not to deliberately abuse me. But they did have some behaviors that could be considered abusive, but I didn't feel it at the time."
"What are the details?" It's not that Strange is particularly interested in this part, but if you want to pick out the part that has the greatest impact on Schiller in this story, it should be this part. Since we have spent time discussing it, we might as well get to the point.
"There was a pain response test, but it seemed that they were afraid of damaging the experiment, so it wasn't very exaggerated." Schiller said as he recalled, "If I had to say, the most painful time was probably like having my toe hit by a cabinet."
"That still hurts," Strange commented.
"Maybe, but at that time my spirit and body were far apart, so I didn't feel it very much. It was only later, when I was sorting out my memories, that I discovered this."
"anything else?"
"They tried to manipulate me mentally," Schiller said, waving his hands, as if he was having trouble expressing himself. "They tried hypnosis, but it didn't seem to work. Then they used emotions to influence me."
"Use feelings? What feelings?"
"Family affection or something like that." Schiller seemed a little uncertain. He said, "They found a female researcher to take care of me. But she came at a bad time. At that time, I was... not very friendly."
Strange heard Schiller's guilty tone and skipped the euphemistic inquiry process and asked directly: "What did you do to her?"
"It wasn't anything serious. I just didn't listen to her, which prevented her from completing her work. I vaguely remember that she was almost driven crazy by me." Schiller said as he recalled, "At that time, I was very, very, very difficult to deal with, even more difficult to deal with than now."
Strange was really surprised. He said, "It's even harder than it is now? Are you serious?"
Schiller smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? What controlled my body at that time was pathology. What's more terrifying is that I had no normality at that time."
"Hiss..." Strange took a breath and said, "That's indeed a bit too difficult."
"And the disease was not very mature at that time. Do you understand what I mean? The system is still in the testing stage and any problems may occur." Schiller said as he recalled.
"Although that research organization was evil, most of its employees were ordinary people who simply could not understand how I operated at that time. So their research on me was in chaos, but there was no progress."
"I knew it was so," Strange said. "You are the only one who abuses others."
"That's not the case," Schiller retorted automatically and began to think, and Strange could see that he was trying hard to rack his brains to find some scenario in which he would be at a disadvantage.
"At least they have guns," Schiller said after a long pause, "and I'm just a kid. I can't defeat them with force."
Strange snorted coldly and said, "When you mention the word 'gun', I hope you understand that firearms are the last resort for modern humans to protect themselves."
"And if you often see this last resort, there is only one possibility - you are the biggest danger in their lives."