Marvel Reverses Wolverine

  Chapter 54 Treatment

"Abraham Erskine, I suggest doing live animal experiments directly. Any theoretical model can only be tested in practice." A young man with a high hairline, but deep browbones and three-dimensional facial features impatiently asked his own experiment said the partner.

  Erskine is a little slow-tempered, and he looks like a good man, and the way of addressing his companions is more casual.

   "John, the basic framework of the model is still too immature, and the probability of failure in the living body is too high at this time."

John Schmidt became even more impatient. He chose Erskine as his experimental partner in order to get the best grades in the graduation assessment. After all, Abraham Erskine was the best student in the biology and genetic research major of the entire Munich University. excellent student.

  With the academic qualifications and excellent graduation results of the University of Munich, I am very hopeful to enter the German National Research Institute and embark on the road planned in my heart step by step.

   But this Jew was really out of temper with him, and dragged him to do theoretical deduction and calculation of equations every day. If this continues, he should just transfer to the Department of Mathematics.

  John Schmidt said impatiently: "If the in vivo experiment fails, just do it again. Anyway, they are all mice and rabbits, as many as you want. The data obtained directly from the in vivo operation can help the model to be deduced faster."

   "It's not necessary, John, it's just something that can be done with a little more time and effort, and there is no need to engage in such **** things."

  He is still slowly calculating the formula and comparing the data. If this subject is done well, he intends to do it as his future research direction.

  About the feasibility of biological and human genetic limits and evolutionary transitions.

  John Schmidt on one side violently pushed his hair back, sat down helplessly and continued to calculate. It is not difficult to see that there is a reason for his receding hairline.

  Bedlem Hospital, the oldest psychiatric institution in the UK, was established in the 13th century. People at that time also called it St. Mary's Bethlehem Hospital, and later commonly known as "Bedlem".

This hospital was originally a monastery affiliated to a religious organization. It should be the first hospital in the world to treat mental patients. The word has the meaning of "chaos" and "mental hospital" in English.

  But in such a hospital where even some promising psychiatrists would not give in, Sebastian Xiao was particularly at ease.

  His experimental treatment today is a new treatment system that he has read about in the psychiatric journals.

  A doctor named Henry Cotton in the United States believes that mental illness is caused by an infection of a certain organ in the body, which has a "physiological lesion", and the infected lesion can be removed with a scalpel.

  This idea is somewhat close to his philosophy, so he plans to try it.

   "Mr. Derek Birmingham, born in 1890. He used to belong to the Sixth Regiment of the British Army. Well! Mr. Birmingham, we were comrades in a regiment. After retiring from the army, we often fell into severe violence and bipolar disorder."

While reading the patient's medical history, Xiao moved his hands to look at the patient's pupils and the mouth that had been plugged with an oral shutter. The patient named Derek Birmingham was tightly bound by five belts from top to bottom. On the bed frame, she screamed desperately, but she could only make a continuous "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." voice.

"Dr. Henry Cotton is more inclined to extract teeth. Well, although I don't know what the direct connection is, why not try?" Sebastian Xiao seemed to be communicating with the patient about the treatment plan, his brilliant Smiling at Birmingham, he turned and picked the pliers from the tray.

  Uh.Uh.Ah!

One of Derek Birmingham's molars was pulled out, and there was still some sticky red tissue on the root of the tooth. He was trembling violently with the bed frame, and the wailing sound bursting from his throat was heard in the narrow space. The room became extremely miserable.

Xiao hurriedly observed Birmingham's state and reaction. The first severe pain should have the best effect, but Birmingham had no other peculiarities except violent trembling and screaming. Continue to do "treatment", expecting a miracle to appear

About half an hour later, Xiao pushed open the door of the treatment room, and while taking off his gloves, his expression was undisguisedly lost, and the exquisite three or seven points were a little messy, and Birmingham behind him no longer screamed, Only the blood stains all over and the faint ups and downs of his chest can be seen from the side.

Sebastian Xiao began to have some self-doubt. This is not like his usual winning appearance. He has always hoped that his own experience can be replicated, but after he started to really get in touch with the treatment of patients recently, he found that it was not as good as he thought. Simple, he thought he must be missing something.

  He once again recalled that magical awakening experience. At that time, he was still very young, and he had just been admitted to the Cambridge Institute of Technology. Xiao, who had always spoken and behaved strangely, quickly offended a group of noble children in the school.

  Thinking of this, he recalled that he liked to comb the middle part, with the coat tucked into his trousers, slandering those guys who didn't know how to dress, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

  They tricked him into the woods behind the college on the pretext of inviting him to join the boys fraternity, covered his head while he was looking for the way in a panic, and then beat him up frantically.

It was the first time he was beaten so painfully, fists and feet rained down on his body, he was beaten and lay on the ground, but they kept beating and kicking him, he even had convulsions and pain caused by the pain The nausea from the heavy blow to the abdomen was suffocated for a while.

  He didn't know how long he had been suffocated, but the pain and suffocation brought about an extremely near-death feeling, which made him suddenly feel that there was a layer of enveloping, cocoon-like diaphragm in his body that was broken.

Xiao didn't feel any pain anymore, he even wondered if those classmates were still beating him, every time they hit his body seemed to inject some kind of power into himself, that kind of power even made him feel that this kind of beating was so painful. , comfortable.

  Xiao, who was ruminating on the memory again, showed no pain or unwillingness on his face, but rather complacent.

  What is missing? Isn't pain enough to change?

young! asphyxia! Dying!

A few words flashed through Sebastian Xiao's mind like lightning. He looked at the mirror on the sink with his eyes out of focus. It's adults of a certain age and how they respond to severe pain.

  He kept recalling the research on adolescence, psychological and spiritual instability, and examples of possible idiosyncratic reactions in humans in a near-death state.

  Xiao’s calm and self-confidence returned again. He found a new research and experimental direction. With Ms. Farmer’s favor for him, it shouldn’t be a problem to be transferred to the Juvenile Psychiatric Treatment Unit.

  He was thinking about a more "reasonable" treatment plan, and the smile on his face became bright again. He wiped his hands, carefully wiped his hair, and walked briskly away.

  (end of this chapter)