Chapter 3370 The Magical Doctor (14)
"I think he might have been sent here by his parents, lying on the hospital bed, watching the plague doctor wearing a bird-mouth mask, and treating all kinds of patients."
"Because he was too young, he couldn't understand what a plague was. In addition, the plague doctors in that era had a little too fantasy to treat diseases, so he made all this into magic."
"People who suffer from the Black Death are very painful. They may scream and wail and sing. Because they cannot understand this behavior, they will subconsciously join their fantasies and regard all the patients who come to the hospital as strange monsters, such as octopus people, ravens and the like..."
"But there are some things that don't understand." Schiller gently tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingertips. He said, "These strange patients and magical treatments may have been fantasized by this child."
"In modern medicine, basically every disease is related to each other, but here, the contents in the manual are basically nonsense. At first glance, it is not a scientific discipline developed naturally, but more like a fantasy. This is in line with the statement of the world of consciousness."
"Some of the tools used for treatment here were used by medieval plague doctors. For example, they would use sulfur boiled water to disinfect, try to use scalpels to remove the ulcers of the skin, or use herbs to relieve the patient's pain. This part should be the real memory of the child."
"But there is only one thing that is not right, that is the clothes worn by the patients who come here."
"Clothing? Are you talking about clothes?"
"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "It's impossible for people to imagine things they have never seen before. Even these strange diseases and treatment options must have prototypes. Many of them seem to be part of the symptoms of the Black Death."
"But in terms of dressing, if this child had never seen the clothes of a rich man, he would definitely feel that everyone in this world was wearing dull. He could not imagine the luster of silk, did not know that there could be embroidered patterns on the clothes, nor did he know that people had to bring various accessories. Only those who had seen this dress could imagine it."
"We have said before that this child is probably sent here when he still doesn't remember it. Then he can only see someone dressed like this in the ward."
"And, this child has seen not only one or two people dressed in this kind of dress. The clothes worn by the octopus man before were woolen fabrics and looked good; the shirt worn by Mr. Raven was silk, and the bow tie was very standardized. This is not something that children from poor families can imagine."
"In that era, those who dressed in this way must be nobles and rich people. Even if they really wanted to treat the disease, they would hire royal doctors instead of folk bird beak doctors, and it would be even more impossible to come to such dirty and messy wards. So where did this child see them?"
Strange was also in the middle of thinking. At this time, Schiller raised another possibility. He said: "Unless, this child is not here to treat the disease. He is locked up here and has other functions."
"You don't want to say..."
Schiller shook his head again and said, "It shouldn't be. Patients who have been physically violated, the fantasies in the spiritual world will show some of the same special characteristics, usually related to the reproductive organs, and there will be more violent and bloody elements, and it will not be so calm."
"What would that be?" Strange thought for a while, "What would a child do to these big men?"
Strange thought about it for a while before he realized that Schiller had not made any sound for a long time. After looking over, he found that Schiller was distracted, not thinking attentively, and seemed to have his soul drifted away.
"It's not dawn yet, maybe we can sleep for a while." Strange sighed softly. He adjusted his position and prepared to take a moment of sniffing to see if he could continue his dream just now.
When he found that Schiller still had no response, he thought Schiller was asleep. As a result, Schiller suddenly moved, as if he had just come to his senses.
"Where are you talking about?" Schiller's cough sounded a little more obvious. Strange narrowed his eyes.
"What's wrong with you just now?" Strange asked.
"I remembered some things from the past," Schiller said. "I think it's a bit similar to the current situation, so I looked through the memories to see if there is anything in common."
"What happened before? What happened when you were a child?" Stranger thought for a while and found that he had never heard Schiller mention his childhood. And he himself was not as interested in Schiller's past as Stark. He never asked if Schiller didn't mention it.
Strange knew that he was not actually a very curious person. His life creed was more like "If everyone could manage themselves well, the world would have a better tomorrow."
Moreover, because of some of his experiences during his studies, he was also more disgusted with someone exploring 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 the beginning, it might be a bit shy to speak out because of a bad background, but later it turned into "Living on the same planet with idiots like you is already the biggest tragedy, and there is no need to discuss the difference between the birth region."
In general, Strange is a person with a sense of boundaries. He does not violate other people's privacy and refuses others to violate 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 were very interested in knowing what made Schiller today. Even out of politeness, they would not ask directly, and once they had the opportunity to understand, they would not let it go.
But Strange had a vague premonition that Schiller's past seemed very secretive, just because it might come from a very distant universe. But it was not a secret for him. He didn't want to say that it was not because of mental trauma or pretended to be mysterious, but just felt that it was a waste of time to explore this issue.
Some pasts that may be called shadows to ordinary people are nothing to him, nor are they the things that cast him. They will be very similar to boring records.
Because Schiller is very unique now, most people have made up a very bizarre background for him, which is interspersed with some plots that most people cannot accept. Then he feels that this may be Schiller's mental trauma, so he tried not to ask, but he couldn't help but his curiosity, so he pretended not to ask while investigating secretly.
That's right, it's Tony Stark. Anyone can tell that he is so curious that he is the most puzzled, but he just doesn't care about it.
Strange felt that things were not that complicated at all. As long as you ask, Schiller would say it. It may not be very interesting to just express it from Schiller's perspective, but it may not be very boring.
"Yes." Strange heard Schiller reply. He talked about his past so naturally.
"When I was very young, probably when I was just beginning to remember, I was kidnapped by a mysterious research organization. They said I had certain talents and if I could develop this talent, I would be very useful to them."
"They may want to use me to do some terrorist attacks, or they may want to achieve some results in the field of human spirit research, or they may have both. Anyway, they are doing research on me every day."
"There are some details I can't remember, but anyway, I just wandered around several rooms, either doing some equipment inspections, or identifying some strange patterns on the album, or sitting opposite a person and answering his questions."
Strange felt that the story was more exciting than he thought, so he sat upright and asked, "Did they abuse you? I mean physically or mentally."
"Their purpose is to do research, not to deliberately abuse me. But they do have some behaviors that can be called abuse, but I didn't feel that much at that time."
"What about it?" It's not that Strange is particularly interested in this part, but if you want to pick out a part that has the greatest impact on Schiller in this story, it should be this part. Since you have taken the time to discuss it, it's better to point it out.
"There is a pain response test, but it seems that I am worried about destroying the experimental product, so it is not very exaggerated." Schiller recalled, "What I have to say is probably the most painful time is probably equivalent to being hit on the toe by a cabinet."
"That still hurts." Strange commented.
"Maybe, but at that time, my mental and physical distance was relatively far away, so I didn't feel it. Later, when I sorted out my memories, I realized that this was the case."
"What else?"
"They tried to manipulate me mentally." Schiller waved his hand, as if something was not fulfilling. He said, "They tried hypnosis, but it seemed to be ineffective. Then he used emotions to influence me."
"Use your feelings? What feelings?"
"Like family affection or something." Schiller seemed a little uncertain, and he said, "They found a female researcher to take care of me. But she was not very coincidental. At that time, I... was not very friendly."
Strange heard Shiller's guilty tone, and skipped the tactful inquiry process and asked directly: "What's wrong with her?"
"It's nothing, I just don't listen to her, which makes her work unable to be completed. I vaguely remember that she was almost tortured by me." Schiller said while recalling, "I was very, very difficult at that time, and it was harder than now."
Strange was a little surprised at this time. He said, "It's harder than now?! Are you serious?"
Schiller smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? At that time, the manipulation of the body was pathological, and what's even more terrifying was that I had no normal behavior at that time."
"Hiss..." Strange took a light breath, and he said, "That's really a bit too difficult to deal with."
"And the pathology at that time was not very mature. Can you understand what I mean? The system is still in the testing stage and there may be any problems." Schiller said while recalling.
"Although that research organization is evil, most of its employees are ordinary people and cannot understand how I was operating at that time. So their research on me can be said to be a mess, but there is no progress."
"I knew it was that way," said Strange. "You are always the only one who abuses others."
"That's not." Schiller subconsciously retorted and began to think, while Strange saw that he was trying hard to scrape his stomach and find some scenes where he was at a disadvantage.
"At least they have guns," Schiller said after holding it in for a long time, "and I am just a child, and I can't defeat them by force."
Strange snorted coldly and said, "When you say the word 'gun', I hope you understand that thermal weapons are the last resort for modern humans to protect themselves."
Chapter completed!