Chapter 3382 The Magical Doctor (Twenty-Six)
Stark just now grabbed his clothes tightly, not because he didn't want to be exposed, but simply didn't want others to see his wounds, especially Schiller and Strange.
Stark has a characteristic, that is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is. Even if he is stuffed into Schiller's blast furnace and burned for a whole day, he will be left with his mouth left and shouting "I'm fine."
Faced with two bad friends, Schiller and Strange, he was even more reluctant to reveal his embarrassment. Instead of asking him to tell him how he made himself like this, he might be more willing to buy a wheelchair directly.
Schiller's thoughts only lingered in his heart for a moment, and then made a decision. He walked back to the operating table, looked at Stark and said, "I learned through the newspaper that you were arrested, the big detective, how does the cell feel?"
Stark muttered a few words, as if he was trying hard to think about how to make up for himself, but his brain was not running fast enough, which caused him to hold it in for a long time and not say a word.
"If you think it's just because you're stupid, you're too naive," Schiller said. "Even from the slightest bit of the report, I can tell that someone is clearly betraying you."
Originally, Stark felt a little sleepy because he lost too much blood, but after hearing this, he instantly stared at Schiller with his eyes wide open.
"Someone betrayed me? Who?!"
"Are you a detective or I a detective?" Schiller said. "How efficient can police in this era be? There is no surveillance camera. If no one provides them with clues, how easy is it to catch you?"
Strange rolled his eyes slightly at him, but Schiller didn't feel guilty at all. He was still guiding Stark to push all the pot on the whistleblower.
Under Schiller's guidance, Stark finally told the process of his arrest and also told him how he was re-entered.
"...I was climbing over the wall of the backyard of the hospital and then running through the side door to an alley. But they suddenly rushed out from the front, and before Steve arrived, I was caught by them."
"I stayed in prison for a few days. Steve quickly sneaked in. We were supposed to be able to walk together, but I found an important witness in the prison. In order to take him away, Steve had to attract the attention of the guards alone, and I took the witness out from behind..."
"At that time we were about to go out, and the guards at the back door should have just changed shifts, but that guy got drunk. The person who came to change shifts had been waiting at the door before we were found. On the way to chase, I was shot in order to hold them back. Fortunately, Steve saved me."
"But later, more and more people were chasing us. I asked Steve to take the witness first, but he was attacked from behind and fell to the ground. They might be afraid that I would get up, so they shot me directly."
"Are you lying on the ground at that time?" Strange asked.
"Yes." Stark shook his neck with some difficulty. Schiller saw that there was obvious sign of blunt damage there, and the other party might have wanted to knock him out.
"How far is he from you?" Strange asked again.
"About two meters."
"Are you using a revolver?"
"Yes, the police department's standard equipment."
"No wonder the bullet went so deep," Stranger said, thinking, "Do you know his height?"
"I'm not sure who fired the gun, but it's not under 6 feet tall."
"Stand and shoot?"
"Yes."
"Did Steve send you here?" Strange asked, "Did you walk by yourself during the process of coming here? Or was it the whole process he carried?"
Stark showed a embarrassed expression, and Schiller immediately spoke, "If you have to walk with a strong stubborn attitude, things will be difficult."
He began to explain the principle to Stark, saying: "In theory, we can directly judge the position and depth of the bullet by the wounds shot into it. But it is not that simple in actual operation, because with your movement, the bullet may be displaced."
"Especially the bullets shot into the joints are likely to change direction and position as the joint movement changes. Steve is a veteran and will never let you hit the ground with your feet. You won't even quarrel with him, right?"
Schiller obviously guessed. Stark whispered: "You don't know how stubborn he is. I said I could leave myself, and he insisted on carrying me..."
Stranger immediately knew it. He walked aside with Schiller and said, "It seems that it will not be the worst case at the moment. So as long as he remains still, the problem should not be big. I have to deal with the wound in his abdominal cavity first, and you go and treat other patients."
Schiller nodded. Although Stark was to be treated, there was a minimum number of cured people after upgrading the operating room. If only Stark was treated, the number of people might not be met, so other patients still had to be received.
The two worked together to move Stark to the bed next to them. Strange began to get bullets from Stark's abdominal cavity. Schiller pulled the pull rod and asked for a new patient. Stark was a little dissatisfied.
"Hey, how can you do this! I was shot twice, and you still have the heart to treat other people now?!"
Stark's physical condition is relatively weak and cannot be treated with general anesthesia. Strange is wiping Stark's wound with anesthetic, while Wanda is looking for an angle to undergo local anesthesia.
"Be honest." Strange knocked on the guardrail of the operating table in anger, and then said, "Lying down, your head flat, and counting your eyes at the ceiling. If you feel paralyzed in the wound, tell me."
Then he said to Wanda: "When facing such difficult patients, you must be more aggressive. A tough attitude is to be responsible for them."
Wanda nodded. Stark was about to raise his head and say something, but the next second was suppressed by Wanda.
Stark didn't believe in evil, and the more he didn't let him look up, the more he wanted to try. Just as he was about to move, a stirring rod floated in the center of his eyebrows.
Stark stopped talking at once.
Strange, who was watching all this next to him, had to sigh that this move was indeed handsome, especially when the victim was Tony Stark.
"I seem to be a little numb," said Stark.
Strange reached out to press his hand next to his wound, and Stark's "scream" sounded. The stirring rod floating on the top of his head was not fixed there, it was just floating. When he hit him, he flew out against Strange's ear.
Strange gritted his teeth and sighed, "Didn't you say it's numb?!"
"It's a little numb..." Stark closed his eyes and felt it carefully, then said, "It's a little numb this time."
Strange simply picked up the scalpel directly and said, "If you get numb, I'll do it."
"No, don't, let me experience it again." Stark lay on the bed with his eyes closed. Two minutes passed, but there was still no movement. Wanda had to go over and call him.
Stark then suddenly woke up. He fell asleep just now, or fell into a brief coma due to excessive blood loss. After waking up, he seemed to have his memory cleared, and he also asked Strange what he should do now.
Strange was really unbearable. He put down his scalpel and said to Schiller next to him: "Come him up and get him bullets, I'll treat other patients."
"Okay." Schiller put down his things and walked over. The patients sent to them by Wood were still dirty and troublesome. In fact, he didn't like to do such boring work. It just so happened that Strange was willing to take over.
Schiller walked over and picked up the scalpel. Stark seemed to have regained his sanity. He stared at Schiller with a panic look on his face and said, "Wait a minute, aren't you a psychologist?!"
"Yes, but I understand physics a little too." Schiller said lightly.
"Do you need to take some anesthesia?" Wanda said with some embarrassment, "It should have been effective, but he seems to be somewhat tolerant..."
"Another injection," Schiller said. "I will make the surgery, and then you will help me fix the skin. I will check the specific location of the bullet."
Wanda took another syringe and repaired it. Schiller did not wait for the anesthesia to take effect like Strange did, and he took the surgery directly.
Stark growled again. Schiller ignored him at all, saying while cutting, "It seems you can't go the tough guy route anymore. I remember when I took out the bullets for Matt before, he didn't say a word."
"But this is normal. After all, they are superheroes who have been tempered for a long time, and you are just a spoiled rich man..."
Wanda couldn't help but look at Schiller. She thought it was a bit bad for Schiller to say this, and she couldn't scold the patient no matter how he was, right?
Although she felt that Stark's reaction was indeed a bit too big, no matter how much he tolerated so many anesthetics, it shouldn't hurt, but he was so painful that he cramped all over his body, and he really didn't look very tough.
But soon she discovered that Stark was not yelling anymore. I don’t know if the anesthetics have taken effect or if he really wanted to be a tough guy.
While wiping Schiller's sweat, Wanda found out that he had fainted.
Schiller had long discovered that Stark was a very pain-resistant person. When he accidentally kicked the corner of the table, he would take off like Tom in "Cat and Mouse", covering his feet and taking off on the ground, and then like a ballerina, he would turn around on one foot for several times, full of exaggerated dramatic meaning.
After knowing this, Schiller couldn't help thinking that when he was in Afghanistan, Tony Stark cut open his chest and stuffed the reactor directly into it.
Moreover, Stark of their universe has not removed the reactor until now, and he is still inlaid on his chest.
Although Stark in the game world has no reactor, when Schiller looked at his chest, he seemed to see the shape of the energy slot again. He thought, the police department would better not force Stark into a hurry. He turned his head and drove up Gundam, and you will know what Iron Man is.
The operation of the abdomen was completed very quickly and the bullet was quickly removed. Schiller put the bullet on the tray and showed it to Strange. Strange picked it up and looked at it, nodded, and said, "It should be smaller than I thought, and it should be able to be removed."
"No hurry," Schiller said, "Wait until the night to have surgery. I'll do some food and restore his strength."
The two of them turned around at the same time and looked at the white rabbit man lying on the hospital bed behind them.
When Stark woke up, it was almost noon. He was awakened by the rich aroma of meat. When he turned his head, he saw Schiller coming over with a bowl of broth.
Stark swallowed and said, "What's so fragrant?"
"I've been making rabbit meat herbal soup for a long time. Do you want to come?"
Stark couldn't get up completely now, so he could only raise his head with something, and then Wanda fed him with a spoon.
Schiller turned to look at the window frame. The Raven had been parked on the window sill and watched them talking, but when Strange and Schiller joined forces to obtain rabbit meat, he flew away.
Chapter completed!