amaotonovel Chapter 2670 Hollywood Rhapsody (28)
Chapter 2670 Hollywood Rhapsody (28)
Chapter 2670 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-eight)
"I'm serious, Stephen, for the sake of our past friendship..." Schiller sat at the dining table, leaned to one side, and leaned over to Strange.
"What kind of relationship did we have before?" Strange interrupted him mercilessly, glancing at him and saying, "A relationship where you threatened me with a flying cane to get treatment?"
"Why are you still brooding over this?" Schiller took a sip of wine from his glass, then said, "It was just that one time, wasn't it? I introduced you to so many job opportunities afterwards, don't you remember them?"
"Just tell me what's going on." Strange's tone was still cold, and he was obviously not in a good mood.
Schiller smiled and said, "You know I'm a professional psychologist. I just did a psychological assessment on Tony a few days ago. He does have some symptoms of anxiety disorder, and his mental state is not very normal now. So what if he says something later..."
Strange had already seen through the Eye of Agamotto what was happening with Schiller's time travels, and when he found that Schiller was still struggling in vain, he pretended to be puzzled.
"What did he say?"
"Anyway, those words that don't go well with you..."
Strange stared at him, and then Schiller reacted. He looked at Strange and said, "You used past tense?"
Then Schiller slowly opened his eyes wide, looked at Strange and said, "You know everything?"
Strange nodded reservedly while holding his glass, glanced at Schiller and said, "I am considering whether to report you as a time offender to the Time Management Bureau."
"That's totally unnecessary. I'm different from those guys. I've made sufficient preparations and nothing will happen."
"Do you believe this?" Strange sneered and said, "What do you think Nick or others would think if they knew you did this?"
"They'll think I'm crazy, but it's not like I'm crazy on the first day."
"You know this won't work, Schiller. I also want to ask you, why are you so obsessed with changing this future? What's wrong with that?"
"Since you have seen it, you should know that my past is..."
"But you have changed your past now, which means that even if you become famous, there will be no problem with the past investigated by others, and what Nick investigates will be logical. Then why are you still persuading me to try to reverse your famous future?"
"Very good, you got the point." Schiller turned back to drink, paused for a moment, flipped the other hand that was not holding the glass and said: "I think it is totally unnecessary. I don't want to be a big star like Tony. For me..."
"Why not?" Strange asked, "No one doesn't enjoy the praise and admiration of others, and doesn't enjoy the attention of everyone..."
"I don't enjoy it," Schiller whispered.
"You don't want others to know you, why?" Strange asked.
"Because those false names mean nothing to me." Schiller was obviously trying to find a reason. He said: "I am uncomfortable with being noticed, especially this kind of excessive attention on a large scale. It makes me feel that I have no privacy."
"You know that's not the reason. If you want to protect your privacy, you have plenty of ways to do it. You don't take privacy very seriously. You can even trade your secrets for something at any time. Nothing is truly precious except what you want."
Schiller was silent. Strange said, "It is better to say that if others know you well enough, they will be like me. You are not as invulnerable as you appear. Once others grasp your vital points, you will be in a disadvantageous situation."
"That's right," Schiller said. "So I don't want people to know me. Is that a problem?"
"But I don't think that's the reason." Strange rested his elbow on the table and supported his head with his hand. "It's really scary to expose too many secrets and expose your weaknesses. Some people choose to hide behind the scenes for this reason. Only by being mysterious enough can they be invincible."
"But I think you are not completely like that. You don't want to be famous. It's more out of instinct. Only that instinct can make you do such an irrational thing."
"What's irrational?"
"Everything you did before could even be called obsessive compulsive disorder, because you are very aware of how dangerous it is to jump through time in this way, and it may even make all your previous efforts go to waste."
Schiller frowned at him.
"I have gone to this extent, not to avoid exposing my weaknesses to others." Strange tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. He said, "Thanks to our previous friendship, I am also a decent psychiatrist, right?"
Schiller took another sip of his wine, smiled and shook his head, saying, "You're still a long way from it." Then he said, "Let me see if you're qualified."
Strange simply held down his hand holding the glass, took the glass away from him and said, "Didn't you realize that once your condition starts to get out of control, you will instinctively seek comfort from alcohol and drugs. The word addict is really not unfair to you."
Schiller wanted to take back the glass, but he didn't want to attract the attention of Stark, so he had to withdraw his hand awkwardly and said, "I was thinking that you should buy me a drink, because you are one of the instigators of all this trouble, but if your analysis is good enough, I can let you off."
Strange put Schiller's glass away and said, "I don't understand those theories very well, but I can tell you your current state from an objective point of view."
"You seem very nervous and anxious, and your actions are increasingly driven by instinct rather than reason, which means you are not in a good state, which means you may be in the early stages of an illness or have already had an illness."
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's hard to say. Your madness is too complicated. But if I were to describe it, it's the discomfort caused by breaking your original regular life. I guess this should be a symptom of autism."
Schiller was about to say something when Strange interrupted him again and said, "This attack didn't just start. Something has been wrong since you came back from the fighting world. Remember? It's the same in the fighting world. Everyone knows you. The name Schiller is notorious."
"It is well-known," Schiller corrected.
"In short," Strange took a sip of ice wine and said, "You have always been used to hiding behind the scenes. This is the rule of life you follow. But one day, this rule was broken, perhaps earlier than you thought."
"The solar system development plan? The changes in Asgard, the destruction of the Superhero Registration Act, and even the establishment of the Avengers? Anyway, when all the forces are tied together by you, it is almost impossible for you to remain behind the scenes."
"More deeply, when you start to relate to superheroes instead of just seeing us as part of your plan, as tools to achieve your goals, then it's all doomed."
Strange turned his head to look at Schiller beside him. He was sure that he saw a trace of imperceptible pain in Schiller's expression, which was still unthinking and instinctive.
It seems that my choice was right, Strange thought.
As Stark laughed loudly, the atmosphere of the banquet began to gradually reach a climax. The moment Stark looked over, Strange raised his head, and sparks flew between their eyes, but there was an unknown meaning hidden under the aggressive gaze.
Time goes back to 20 minutes ago. Strange watched Schiller's back as he walked into the banquet hall, but he did not follow Schiller in. Instead, he turned and walked towards the bathroom next to him. He stood in front of the window and took out the Eye of Agamotto.
Strange turned around and saw Stark walking quickly towards the banquet hall, his figure tall and straight, disappearing in a flash.
The light gradually brightened, and in the instant when time froze, Strange's figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he had returned to the medical school of Columbia University. The time point was now 14 years ago, six years after Schiller's chase with the agent.
Strange did not stay for long. He found his dormitory and opened the door with magic. He cast another spell on himself at this point in time and used magic to turn himself into a younger person. He put on the windbreaker he often wore at that time and came to the professor's office.
"...Yes, I am ready, Professor. I know the risk is too high. It is almost like gambling my career, but I have to do it. I can't watch patients die in pain..."
Strange knew how genuine the compassionate expression on his face was, so genuine that he himself could not tell whether he really felt any sympathy for the patient who had completely changed his career.
The professor opposite didn't look very happy and didn't seem to be expecting much, but Strange knew that there was no choice but to choose him. If the well-known old professor hadn't suddenly fallen ill and the others couldn't afford the responsibility for the failure of the operation, it wouldn't have been the turn of a novice surgeon like him who was not even 30 years old.
But Strange was absolutely sure, because just a few months before the banquet, he had just performed a perfect neurosurgery operation, and the type of operation and the patient's condition were exactly the same as now.
Sure enough, he performed perfectly, shocking the entire medical community. No one knew why this young doctor, who was less than 30 years old, could perform so perfectly, but this did not prevent them from praising Strange and deifying him.
This operation changed Strange's life and he became the true Hand of God.
But this was just a starting point. Strange accepted all the flattery and praise and continued to participate in various experience sharing sessions and teaching surgeries as usual, until one day, Strange met Obadiah.
He knew that Obadiah during this period was still a good uncle to Stark, and he was ambitious to take the Stark Group to a new level.
No one would not want to establish a good relationship with a highly skilled and unique surgeon, even if he is not even 30 years old and is just a young man. But as long as he has the skills to bring the dead back to life, he has enough capital to talk to anyone on an equal footing.
Under Strange's deliberate performance, Obadiah quickly noticed this rising star in the medical field, and unsurprisingly wanted to recruit Strange into his private medical team.
Strange's request to continue working at the Presbyterian Hospital was nothing to Obadiah. Most of his private medical team members were part-time, so having one more person wouldn't matter.
In this way, Strange joined Obadiah's private medical team, which was also part of the Stark Group, as a private medical consultant and entered the company he least wanted to work for in the future.
As expected, he met the young Stark.