The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Does the second phase of the treatment plan need to be extended?

In the glimmering laboratory, Schiller stood in front of the freezer, holding a notebook, and asked Victor while writing.

Victor stood at the back of the freezer and adjusted the equipment. He said: I feel much better, and maybe I can go directly to the third stage of treatment.

The drug plan for the second stage of treatment may need to be adjusted. Let's finish it in another week. Schiller raised his eyes and wanted to see Victor, but saw that Mrs. Fries' fingertips moved slightly in the freezer one time.

Did I read it wrong? Her fingertips seemed to respond?

Schiller squatted down and looked into the freezer. Victor also walked forward and said, It shouldn't be an illusion. Last night, I saw Nora's eyelids move...

I haven't adjusted the power of the freezer, so this should not be her voluntary activity, but the effect of the brain active agent.

Do you want to increase the dose of the nerve repair potion? After all... Schiller turned his head to look at Victor. Under the cold light of the freezer, the man looked a little old.

You've been waiting so long.

Victor shook his head and said, It's because I've waited so long that I don't mind waiting longer.

Schiller, I know you want to help me, but this is enough. Victor sighed, a strand of white hair on his temples reflected blue by the cryo chamber light.

The recent changes have been more than the sum of the past many years. Nora's condition is no longer getting worse. The nerve healing medicine you provided has gradually repaired her nervous system.

After solving the problem of brain activity in a frozen state, many possible sequelae caused by long-term low-temperature dormancy have also been eliminated...

He put one hand on the freezer, looked into the freezer with affectionate and focused eyes, then turned his head and said to Schiller: It's getting late, Professor Schiller, you go back first, I'll put the freezer away Debug it again, see you tomorrow.

Schiller raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was already 1 o'clock in the morning. He said, I have morning classes tomorrow, and it's too late to go back to the manor now. Let's just stay here, just in time to chat.

Victor didn't say much, but the corners of his mouth were pursed and the lines on his face seemed to be hiding all the moving emotions in his heart.

Schiller walked to the other side of the table and sat down, and while sorting out his thesis materials, he asked, How is the vocational education school? I heard that you went to extra classes last night?

To be honest, it's better than I imagined. Speaking of this topic, Victor sighed with some relief: Although those little bastards don't obey discipline, they still learn things very quickly.

When will the bosses of the gangsters find basic education teachers? You can't let you, a university professor, teach a bunch of elementary school students all the time, can you?

Actually, it's nothing. I have experience in children's education.

When Nora and I lived in Florida, Nora also used to substitute for middle school. At that time, before I became a professor, I took the children with Nora to the activity class and taught them that water condenses into ice. The principle...

Victor's voice is full of nostalgia. If there is any problem with his interpersonal communication, it is that no matter what topic is discussed, he can always think back to his life with his wife.

But this is not offensive, because the stories he tells are always full of sincere emotions, and the little things in life can always make people feel the happiness of the two people in those peaceful and beautiful days.

At that time, I lifted the water pipe like this, and then I asked, 'Do any of you know how water freezes?', you know, the kind of tone that coaxes children...

The kind of water pipe connected to the fire hydrant has high water pressure. As soon as I opened the valve, a child who ran past was washed over.

They didn't think it was dangerous at all, but they thought it was fun. They lined up and rushed to the water pipe. Nora was furious because her good class turned into a water fight. She blamed me for a week...

Victor spoke while adjusting the equipment, with a brisk and gentle tone. Schiller sat at the table and finished his thesis, but at this moment, a series of rapid bells interrupted the peaceful atmosphere in the laboratory. Victor picked up the The phone said, Hello? Oswald? What's the matter? What?...Okay, don't worry, I'll be there right away...

Schiller turned to look at him and asked, What's wrong?

You know that vocational education college student? Victor put down his tools and stood up, then began to change his clothes, as if he was about to go out.

That little Oswald, Oswald Copperpot.

What's up with him?

His mother committed suicide, but failed. The situation should be urgent now, but he doesn't have enough ability to deal with it. I have to go there...

I'll go too.

Schiller also put on his coat, and Victor went downstairs to drive, and when the car was on the road, Schiller, who was sitting in the co-pilot, asked: Your relationship with Oswald seems to be very good. I only knew you were very good before. Appreciate him.

Victor held the steering wheel and drove, with the streamer from the car window reflecting on his face, he said: Oswald is a rare good student, he is different from those little bastards whose parents are gangsters. The goals are easy to learn and quick to learn.

I think he looks a bit like when I was a kid.

Schiller looked at Victor and said, I remember you said that you come from a middle-class family, and you have been a good student with excellent grades since childhood.

Yes, my father works in shipping. The children of his business partners have been on a ship with their parents at a young age, and they know their family business very well.

But I have been a nerd since I was a child, obsessed with various chemical experiments, and have no interest in doing business.

Oswald was like me, the two of us were like lettuce in a carrot field, thinking completely differently from the people around us.

Besides, I don't think his nature is bad.

Victor twisted the steering wheel, turned an intersection, and continued, His father passed away too early, and his mother didn't have the ability to take care of herself. It's already very difficult for him to take care of himself, but he still has to take care of his mother. It's a blessing to be alive in Gotham, no one can ask for more from him...

Or rather, he's one of the few normal people in Gotham. Schiller added to Victor's words: Just like you.

Me? Of course I'm a normal person! ... Well, I know, you guys think it's a little crazy that I used the freezer to freeze my wife, but I have confidence in my skills, and I do now. It's getting better, isn't it?

I'm not included among the people you mentioned. I don't think there's anything crazy about it. Maybe in the future, this will become a very normal medical method and become popular in thousands of households.

Victor turned his head, his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life and the hope of a child, he said with some anticipation: If there is a day, maybe I can take Nora back to my parents, I really miss them, but…”

Victor's voice lowered, and Schiller looked out the window and said, Actually, they understand you, but you don't want to go back, right?

I don't want my shocking behavior to cause them to become aliens and monsters in the eyes of the neighbors.

Victor is always good at expressing his emotions frankly. He always uses words to describe his state of mind very clearly. This is why Schiller and him can chat easily. Victor is the kind of It is rare to see someone who is still duplicity and self-deception when facing him.

They love me very much. My father sent me a lot of money in the early days of my freezer research. My mother and sister also wrote to me. They hoped that I could go back, but I knew it would not work...

It is impossible for me to move such a freezer and a large living person frozen in it back to my home, so that my family will all live under the eyes of others looking at monsters, and I know how hurtful that kind of eyes are.

But I can't give up on Nora... Victor's voice was a little sad: It's like she didn't give up on me when I was dismissed from the school because of an accident in my research.

It'll be all right soon. There was always a calm force in Schiller's tone, and then he changed the subject.

I remember you said before that you and your wife haven't had a wedding, what's going on?

Oh, this. Victor said with a bit of guilt in his tone, Didn't I say it before, when I was just promoted to a professor, an unexpected experimental accident caused me to lose my job, At that time, Nora and I were already preparing for the wedding, but you know, there was no fixed job, no project and no funding, so...

At that time, Nora was supporting me, and we really couldn't afford the extra money to hold a wedding.

Afterwards, I was employed by a low-temperature laboratory in Los Angeles. After the situation improved, I originally wanted to prepare a surprise for her, but at this time, she detected a neurodegenerative disease...

Even if we have medical insurance, it can't offset the cost of our traveling to different states to seek medical treatment. If it weren't for my father's funding, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to make the initial freezer.

The car was driving slowly, and soon, Gotham began to drizzle again, but the rain was not heavy, and it was a little soft. When it slapped on the window glass, it did not interrupt the atmosphere of the conversation in the car.

Sometimes I think, I've been really lucky. Whenever I have a problem, there is always someone to help me. When I lost my job, Nora was always by my side. When Nora was sick, my father continued to support me, and when the research stopped again, you appeared again...

People may be like this. There was a warmth in Victor's voice.

It doesn't matter how bad the situation is, just seeing a little bit of hope gives a sense of satisfaction.

The important thing is this little hope. Schiller also sighed: Even if you are already in hell, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, you can still live as a human being, instead of degenerating into a devil in hell, or being an out-and-out madman.

I like to compare this kind of hope to a campfire in a snowy field. Schiller adjusted his posture on the seat. He and Victor often talked about literature and philosophy in this way, and it didn't feel blunt and awkward.

A traveler who has been walking in the snow field for a long time. On the vast white land, he can't see anything but snow. Every snowflake here makes him feel colder...

But once there is a gleam of fire in the distance, no matter how fierce the wind and snow is, it can't stop him from moving forward.

When he walks to this campfire, he will feel warm, as if the heavy snow is not terrible, but he knows that it is because the last traveler lit this campfire.

So, before he left, he also took out a small amount of firewood and threw them into the fire. No matter whether the next traveler came or not, the campfire would never go out.

Victor controlled the car to slow down, smiled and said, You can sum it up in one word, that's timely help.

Schiller shook his head and said: Sending charcoal in the snow inevitably carries the pity of the successful. I always think that the world does not need a savior, and Gotham does not need it.

If I can, I prefer to be the traveler who left the campfire, no matter what direction they came from, they can stop here. If they really have someone to thank, thank them who have not given up after a long journey yourself.

With that said, Schiller opened the door and got out of the car, walking into the rainy night.

Victor was silent on the seat for a second, then retracted the moving expression again, then turned around, opened the car door and got out of the car, walking into the cool rainy night.