The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1528 Schiller's Disappearance
The night in New York is never calm. This bustling city on the east coast presents a never-ending climax drama every night. The gentle moonlight fails to catch the hurried pace of pedestrians, and the cool night wind fails to Soothe their restless mood.

Schiller walked into the laboratory quickly, Connors frowned when he saw him, Schiller didn't show anything, he just asked: "Stephen came to you?"

"Yes, about his brother." Connors said bluntly, he pushed his glasses and said, "Inherited genetic diseases are indeed troublesome, but Nick helped him find the perfect source of liver, and I want to give him some Healing potion, but he doesn't want it, he is very proud of his surgical skills."

Hearing that Connors said that Strange did not take the healing potion from him, Schiller frowned slightly, and walked out of the ward after exchanging pleasantries with Connors.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the empty floor continued to echo, the cold light from the hospital door reflected the moonlight outside the window, a slender figure walked along the corridor of the Presbyterian Hospital, and came to the last consultation meeting on site.

When he walked in, everyone looked at him with some surprise, because he was holding a notebook and a pen--usually only medical students who are in the audience will bring these.

But he ignored those gazes, sat down on his seat calmly, looked up at the front screen, with a serious expression like a student attending a large-scale consultation for the first time.

In the corridor of S.H.I.E.L.D., Schiller passed Natasha sideways. The female agent glanced at his expression, raised her eyebrows, and showed an expression of interest, and Schiller went straight to Nick. Go to Fury's office.

"Nick, I want to confirm that there should be no problem with Brother Stephen's liver source?" Schiller knocked on the door and said.

Nick raised his head, looked at Schiller with some doubts and said, "Of course there will be no problems with perfectly fitted organs. Are you worried about the source and legality?"

Nick stood up from the table, tidied up the documents on the table, and said: "Maybe you may not be able to find a very suitable source of liver in the United States, but if you look around the world, you can always find it. As long as you have money and power, this It's not difficult."

"Is the organ to be transplanted sure safe? Where is it stored now?"

"It's still on the way of transportation. It will probably arrive early tomorrow morning. It is safest to have surgery immediately after arriving, but why do you ask this?" Nick looked up at Schiller with some doubts.

Schiller restrained his expression and said: "It's nothing, I just want to make sure that the situation is safe. You know, Stephen is very important to us, and the relatives of heroes should not bleed."

Nick walked to the door, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. Stephen's brother will recover soon, and then he can return to work."

The moonlight fell on the window sill, and the well-maintained slender fingers flipped through the cases over the years. The figure sitting by the window seemed to have returned to his student days. He carefully studied all the cases of organ transplants that had been performed in the Presbyterian Hospital. From time to time, I looked at the key points recorded in the consultation just now.

He marked the record with a pen, and the rustling sound echoed in the room. The few old things in the apartment room are very accustomed to this sound. His back and the wall are in pairs.

"I'm going to have surgery tomorrow morning, are you nervous?"

Schiller poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Victor. He glanced at the scarf that Victor placed next to him, and knew that he should have just returned from the Presbyterian Hospital.

"A little bit." Victor showed a simple smile and said, "I've grown so big, I haven't had any surgery yet."

"Don't worry, your brother is the best surgeon in the world, no matter what, he won't let you have trouble, and neither do I."

"Of course, Doctor Schiller." Victor seemed more relaxed, he slightly tilted his head to one side, looked at the moonlight outside the window and said, "I know doctors are good people, you always think about how to save people. "

"The general practitioner in our town is busier every day than a tractor during harvest season. It stands to reason that if a person is so busy, he certainly doesn't want another job to find him, but he always calls me. , asked me if there was anything uncomfortable, and if so, I must tell him."

"He was a good guy and helped a lot of older farmers to get back to work, including my dad, who was a pretty serious guy, but I remember him hearing my brother was Stephen Strand Surprised look on face."

Schiller lowered his eyes and smiled and said: "Indeed, Strange is a legend in the field of surgery. He has been written into all the books involving the introduction of famous surgeons, and his operations have also been included in textbooks. Which doctor would not want to Have you seen this hand of God?"

Victor laughed very hard, making a "cluck" sound in his throat like a common farmer, looking innocent and honest, Schiller could see that although he had no relationship with his brother, he was still proud of it.

After the laughter stopped, Victor looked at Schiller with a rather sincere look and said, "You must be his very good friend."

Schiller's hands that helped him make the quilt paused for a moment, and he asked, "Why?"

"Did he ask you to come over and persuade me?"

Schiller nodded.

But Victor shook his head slightly and said: "You don't know how difficult it is to get him to ask for help. It's hard to imagine how difficult it is to be admitted to New York from a remote town and become such a well-known surgeon. But he never begged anyone - not once."

Victor looked up at the starry sky outside the window, and said: "He always works crazily alone, and then solves all problems by himself. On countless nights like this, he once told me that in this world, the only thing The thing he can't learn is despair."

The night was getting darker and darker, and the moonlight was dimmed by the thin clouds drifting past from time to time. The lights in the room were still bright, and the practice model that hadn't appeared in hand for many years was taken out of the box, and one hand was pressed on it, waiting After the preparations are done, a series of stitching movements that are almost invisible are like butterflies under the light.

For medical students, the basic suture of the epidermis is not difficult, but for surgeons it is more commonplace, but when done by these hands, people can see a lot of smooth beauty from the bloody association of suturing flesh and blood. .

Over and over again, until the moon sets and the stars sink, and the red sun rises.

After the sutures were pulled out, there was no extra trace left on the surface of the model. After putting the model back into the box, he sat alone by the bed and watched the sunrise outside the window, just like countless penance nights Same at the end.

On a pitch-black national highway, a special low-temperature transport vehicle was speeding towards New York. The driver who was concentrating on driving the vehicle did not notice a thin layer of gray fog rising around the vehicle body.

The sun rose from the horizon of the vast American land, the back of the transport vehicle disappeared into the row upon row of New York skyline, and the morning fog slowly dissipated.

When Victor was wheeled into the operating room, Strange was fully dressed. Schiller couldn't see his expression through the wrapping of the hat and mask, but he could still feel that he was calmer than ever.

The door of the operating room was slowly closed, and the process of the transplant operation was longer than anyone could have imagined. Just standing outside the door, one could feel the suffocating pressure.

The inside and outside of the operating room were very calm, until the light outside the window turned from bright to dark, and there were some sounds like suddenly boiling water in the operating room. Someone shouted something loudly, but it didn't sound like panic.

Soon the door of the operating room opened, and the nurses pushed the patient out together. Suddenly, Schiller heard words such as "the operation was successful" and "another miracle". There was no surprise in his tone, which seemed reasonable. As it should be.

Schiller suddenly showed a smug smile, he shrugged his shoulders and prepared to go out, but at this moment a nurse stopped him and said, "Dr. Rodriguez, Doctor Strange, please go in. "

Schiller froze for a moment, a little surprised, and said, "But I'm not wearing a surgical gown, I..."

"It's okay, the operation is over, Dr. Strange may be in a hurry, you'd better go in quickly."

Schiller had no choice but to walk into the operating room. After the last nurse left, Strange, wearing a hat and a mask, waved his finger, telling Schiller to close the door as if commanding a nurse, while he packed up the surgical equipment. .

Schiller paused, but still walked over to close the door. He walked briskly, and said as he walked, "The operation was successful, right? I think surgery should also be classified into the category of magic."

"Your deal with death is complete?" Strange's voice came from under the mask, which seemed a little unreal.

Schiller took two steps forward, leaning against the side wall, and said, "Of course, the deal is done when Victor is alive at the end of the operation."

"Is your arm dead?"

Schiller nodded, smiled and said, "I seem to have heard someone telling me to make me pay the price?"

At this time, Strange had already packed up his equipment and took off his gloves, hat and mask. Schiller thought he was going to leave the door, so he stepped aside.

But Strange stood still and took out the Time Stone.

Schiller frowned in surprise, he didn't understand what Strange was going to do, but in the next second, rich energy surrounded the time gem, and the time gem was activated instantly.

But they didn't travel through time. The rich energy with the power of time condensed into substance and turned into a dagger-like edge, and Strange's left hand held the end of the weapon.

Schiller's eyes widened and he almost stopped breathing. At this moment, he realized what Strange was going to do. The next second, a thick gray fog rushed towards Strange.

But it's too late.

With a "swish", the sharp blade slashed ten centimeters below the elbow of Strange's right hand. There was no blood, no stump, no crying or screaming. It was just the hand of God, which is called a miracle in the medical field of surgery. Completely disappeared.

The moment the gray mist condensed, Schiller strangled Strange tightly by the neck, and pushed him against the wall with an extremely rough motion with a "bang".

Schiller first turned his head to see the smooth cut on Strange's arm, and then looked at Strange's face in disbelief.

And Strange raised his head slightly, and when his eyes turned to Schiller, there was an indifferent smile in his eyes.

"I destroyed all the timelines of this arm, and you'll never, never, never... never get it back."

(End of this chapter)