amaotonovel Chapter 2363 Psychic Assault (8)
Chapter 2363 Psychic Assault (8)
Chapter 2363: Psychic Assault (XVIII)
Charles was distracted for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a bright space.
Wait, which corridor did Schiller say not to go to?
A strong smell of blood wafted through the air, and painful groans echoed in his ears. When the discomfort brought by the light faded away, Charles suddenly found that he seemed to have entered hell on earth. The surroundings were blood-red and full of wounded people.
"What are you still standing there for? Go find a tourniquet!!!" An angry roar came from his ear. Charles paused for a few seconds before realizing that this was someone talking to him.
"What? I..."
"Are you going to just watch him die?! Hurry up and get a tourniquet! Quick!"
Charles subconsciously searched his brain waves, and then found that all kinds of confusing thoughts rushed into his mind.
[It hurts! Help...], [Stop the bleeding immediately! Bandage it up, hurry up...], [Heart rate! Pay attention to the heart rate!], [Am I going to die...], [It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...], [It's over, it's over...]
After this bunch of disordered emotions rushed into Charles' mind, he stood there for a long time, unable to move, until he was pushed by someone and came to his senses.
"Go and help immobilize that patient. He's almost falling off the bed due to acute cerebral hemorrhage..."
Charles turned his head, but the nurse who had just spoken to him had already rushed over. Hearing the commotion coming from behind the screen, Charles hurried over and found a person twitching uncontrollably on the bed.
He read the man's brain waves and found that he was not thinking about anything. He knew that the twitching was an instinctive reaction of the limbs and was probably caused by massive brain hemorrhage.
There were only two female nurses here now, obviously not the kind of female nurses in the psychiatric department. They were in a panic and couldn't hold the patient down. Charles had to quickly pull up his sleeves and help them fix the patient on the bed.
The doctor quickly came over to fix the monitoring equipment, and Charles shouted, "I'm a psychiatrist, it's no use for you to arrest me!"
"Any doctor will do. There were six deaths and 6 injuries in a chain car accident, and nine serious injuries in a construction site fall. We are the nearest hospital, and they must all be admitted to the ward tonight. Hurry!"
"Hello, this is the emergency room. The patient's vital signs are stable, but his limbs occasionally twitch. It is suspected that he has intracerebral hemorrhage..."
Charles looked down at the patient who was twitching wildly. Is this called occasional limb twitching?
While holding down half of the patient's body, he looked inside. He thought the situation outside was tragic enough, but he didn't expect it to be even more serious inside. It seemed that the nine people who had fallen were all lying in the inner half of the ward.
One of them had his body pierced by steel bars, two had stopped breathing, and the remaining few seemed to have fallen on their companions, which was not so bad, but they might have also been hit by something falling from their heads, resulting in a bloody mess.
Smelling the strong smell of blood, Charles felt a little breathless. He took a few deep breaths and forcibly turned off his mind-reading system because he was afraid that if he continued reading, he would run away.
Charles was still too young at that time. He had never been a battlefield doctor and had basically never seen any death. The most serious injury he had seen was someone with broken ribs during football team training in college. When he suddenly entered this hellish scene, he felt dizzy.
"Come here quickly, the orthopedic surgeon is here, get ready to saw the steel bars!"
"Wait, you're not pushing for a serious case?!"
"The two who were just pushed in are struggling with their hands and feet. There's no room left! Our hospital isn't designed for this. Come and help!"
Charles followed the doctors and nurses in a panic to saw the steel bars. To be honest, the scene was unbearable to watch. The orthopedic doctors were carrying saws and sledgehammers, and the other doctors were pressing the patients to the ground. It was hard to tell whether this was saving lives or torture.
The scene was so shocking that Charles forgot for a moment that he could make the patient faint.
It was not until he was halfway through sawing that he realized that even if he really couldn't help, he could at least relieve the patient's pain a little. So he endured the distraction, opened up his psychic ability, and helped the patient block the pain.
But when the patient stopped screaming, the doctors and nurses all panicked. The one who was sawing the steel bar stopped immediately, and the nurses and doctors went to check the electrocardiogram and blood pressure monitors. Charles then remembered that this was not an ordinary ward. If the patient could make a sound, it meant that the situation was okay. If there was really no sound, he might be close to death.
Charles could only control the patient to scream twice before this emergency operation could continue.
"Don't move!!!!" A scream came from not far away, and the nurse hurried over. Charles turned around and saw a patient who insisted on sitting up. His abdominal cavity had not been sutured yet, and his intestines were flowing out.
Several nurses rushed over and pushed him out, but a patient nearby grabbed the hem of a nurse's clothes and pulled her down.
Charles rushed over and helped the nurse up, preventing her from being rolled under the car. The patient kept waving her arms and crying, "I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my lower body, my lower body is numb."
"Hold on a little longer." The nurse shouted at him, "There's a spot available in the neurosurgery room soon! Dr. Strange is on his way back!"
But no matter what, the patient just held on to her tightly and refused to let go, constantly shouting, "Help me, help me, I don't want to be paralyzed."
Charles really wanted to say, open your eyes and look, paralysis is the best outcome in this room, but he also knew that it was impossible for the patients to think about these things at this time, fear had engulfed them.
The human spirit is so fragile, and for the first time Charles realized that this scope also included himself, because for the first time he felt resistance to accessing a person's mind.
He knew that he should use his super powers to comfort the patient and make him believe that he would be cured soon, that he would not be paralyzed, and that he would survive.
But he knew what he would hear once he connected, nothing but despair and deeper despair, and listening to this sound also made Charles despair.
Because he has no way of guaranteeing that the patient will not become paralyzed, or even die, because the loss of sensation in his lower body may not be a problem with his lumbar spine, but a problem with his brain. All of this is unknown, and he cannot guarantee anything.
“David…David!!!”
Charles' roar spread along the mental network, and with a swish, a figure appeared outside the emergency room door. As expected, he was caught in an instant.
Charles saw that David's face was a little pale, but he didn't care. He grabbed David's arm and pulled him to the bed and said, "Think of a way. There are a lot of people suffering here."
"I'm sorry, but I can't use my abilities right now." David took a deep breath and squinted his eyes and said, "I have a mental problem. They are now... I don't know. I don't know what happened in the castle. Everything is a mess."
Charles recalled what Schiller said about David's unstable mental state. After thinking about it, he felt that the consequences of the explosion of this time bomb would be more serious, but who could he call now?
After that, several more interns were brought in, but there were still not enough people. Charles wondered, how could those people still sit in the library when lives were at stake? Isn't it a doctor's duty to cure diseases and save lives?
Charles was a little angry, so he gave a psychological hint to the nearest group of interns, asking them to walk in this direction when they passed through this corridor and come to the emergency room to help.
After a busy night, dozens of patients with unrecognizable injuries who were admitted later were finally pushed into their respective wards. Charles, covered in blood, sat at the door of the hospital lobby and sighed deeply.
As a result, before lunch time, Schiller called him back. When Charles saw Schiller's face, he knew something was wrong.
"Isn't that the corridor I warned you not to go down?"
"I'm lost," Charles tried to argue.
"But I don't believe that 17 interns would get lost in that corridor in one night. Their instructors must have warned them."
"I gave them a hint because the emergency room is very short of staff and we need more people to save lives!"
Schiller sighed, threw a thick stack of records on the table and said, "All the interns you brought over have registered with the psychiatric department after the end of this morning. They are terrified."
Charles also felt his hands and feet were cold belatedly.
This is a completely different experience from doing dissection in class. Human blood is warm, real, and full of life. Human wails are tragic. You can understand them and completely empathize with them.
Being suddenly in the center of such a tragic and major accident will cause an indelible mental shock to a person. No matter how clear your understanding of the human body structure is from textbooks, no one can look at it rationally at the moment of being in it.
"In many cases, not letting interns do certain things is a way to protect you." Schiller looked at Charles' pale face and said, "Most of you are not ready to help, but you should help yourself. We can't waste our future."
"But we need to save our present." Although Charles felt dizzy and nauseous, and a little dazed, he insisted: "We can't just stand by and watch people die. Everyone has to do their part."
"Charles, are you aware that every psychic's ability is two-way?" Schiller looked at Charles and said, "When you feel the influence and manipulation of others, you are also affected by what is in their minds. This influence is more profound than you think."
Charles froze in place.
"Every environment has a collective consciousness. Ordinary people can only feel the atmosphere, but you can clearly read it, communicate with it, and even become one with it."
"The words you said were not spoken by you, but by the collective consciousness of all the people in this hospital and the society about their responsibilities."
Schiller walked a little closer, looked directly into Charles's blue eyes and said, "No one can live the way society requires a discipline to live. As a psychiatrist, you must first allow people to be weak, and you must also allow yourself to be weak, and realize that you are not omniscient and omnipotent, and you also have weaknesses and can escape."
Charles clenched his fists.
"How can I escape?"
"like me."
"what?"
"Delete this memory, get some sleep, and everything will be fine."
"no, I do not……"
Charles turned around, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned his head back, what appeared in his sight was Schiller's sandbag-sized fist.
"boom!"
Looking at Charles lying on the ground, Schiller shook his hands, snorted coldly and said:
"Do you really think you are Batman and I dare not do anything?"
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(End of this chapter)