Chapter 1039 Shocking the Ordinary People (XVI)

"Philadelphia is far from being as prosperous as New York. Besides, we are not from Philadelphia. Our farm is in the suburbs of the city. It takes half an hour to drive to the nearby town, not to mention Philadelphia."

Victor shook his head and continued, "Donna's illness cost the family a lot of money. After Mom and Donna died, the funeral also cost a lot of money. The harvest on the farm was not very good, so we couldn't even pay part of your tuition. We had to let you take out a loan for all of it."

"In addition to college fees, the cost of medical school is scary. We don't know when you paid off the loan... Did you really pay it off?" Victor asked hesitantly.

Strange was stunned. Of course he paid off all the loans, because he made a lot of money from the immortality factor industry, and even bought a nice house and a good car in New York.

"Didn't I tell you all? You can come to New York to live. I've said it many times, but you just won't come!"

"Stephen!" Victor raised his voice and said, "Even if your family can't provide you with more help, they can't drag you down anymore. Eugene and I both think so!"

"The reason why he didn't want to come to New York for medical treatment was because he was afraid that people would laugh at his Philadelphia accent. Because one year, when you went home, you said that you spent a lot of effort to change this accent. If you speak with this accent in class, no one will even invite you to the party."

Strange opened his mouth and recalled that he seemed to have said this, so he hurriedly explained: "No, I don't mean... I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the Philadelphia accent, but here in New York, they just..."

"Of course we know." Victor looked into Strange's eyes and said, "Even when I went to a small town to deliver something, the group of people would think I was a suburban person and didn't want to spend more time with me. Talking, let alone New York? "

"People from small places have a hard time getting along in big cities. This is a truth that everyone knows. You have no friends or relatives here. You have to study and live, but your family can't provide you with any help. Although my father never says it, he has been worried. "

Strange said sluggishly: "Didn't I tell you? I made a lot of money. I remember I said it? ? "

"But how much money is considered a lot?" Victor asked back: "Yes, your salary is very high. You are the best surgeon. You must make a lot of money, but what about the housing prices in New York? What about the prices here? Don't you need to get married? Don't you need to raise children here? Don't your children need to go to college to pay tuition? Do you want him to take out a loan like you? "

Strange was stumped by his question again. He calculated the savings on hand. Although it was enough to deal with these problems, it was not too abundant if it was based on his perfectionist expectations.

Although Strange didn't consider the so-called marriage and having children at all, he had a bigger burden, that is Kamar-Taj.

The mages of Kamar-Taj also need to spend money to move around in the society of ordinary people. Although the solar system development plan will grant them funds, it is still not enough.

Victor counted on his fingers: "You work at the Presbyterian Hospital, so you can't buy a house too far away, but land is very expensive here. Even if you don't buy it on the Isle of Man, you can't go to a too remote place."

"If you don't buy a house in a place that can be reached on foot, then you must buy a car. I see that the cars parked in the parking lot downstairs are not cheap. It's not like we can just buy a pickup truck in the suburbs and drive it."

"If you want to date a local girl in New York, you have to make a reservation at a restaurant and treat her to a meal. The good restaurants here are scary expensive, and you have to give gifts on holidays. Or something like that..."

"I just asked about the salary standards of the nurses in the ward and the surgeons. It is indeed a lot, but if it is used in these aspects, it can only be said to be stretched. Not to mention that we have to prepare for the children's education. Private schools are very expensive..."

Just as Strange was about to say something, Victor said: "If my father and I come to live together, you can no longer live in a single apartment. At least you need a two-bedroom house."

"Listen, Victor, this is not a problem!" Strange tried to explain: "I've made a lot of money, much more than you can imagine. I have a big house in the busiest neighborhood in Manhattan, overlooking the night view of New York. I can take you there tonight..."

"No, Stephen, that's not the most important thing." Victor frowned and said, "Dad told me that if I told you about his condition, you would definitely let him go to Presbyterian Hospital for treatment."

"So what?" Strange asked puzzledly, "Isn't Presbyterian Hospital good enough? This is the best hospital in New York and even the entire East Coast!"

"That's why he can't go." Victor looked into Strange's eyes and said, "You are not a native New Yorker, and your interpersonal relationships here are unstable. If you want to join your colleagues' circle, you must follow the rules of New York."

"If my dad and I come, they will definitely know that you are the son of a farmer from a small place, which will make you look down upon."

Victor sighed and said, "It's not easy to get along in the circle outside. You must pretend to be a local, forget that you are not so well-off, and talk about some fashionable topics."

"But if there are relatives and friends from those places before, your disguise will not be able to maintain." Victor looked at Strange through his high brow bone and said, "Stephen, we all know you. You don't want to break your perfect image, and we don't want to break you either."

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Strange was completely stunned. He took a deep breath and said absurdly, "So, he would rather endure the pain of his lungs rotting than come here???"

He stood up from the chair, spread his hands and paced around, saying, "You are really crazy! You are a bunch of lunatics! Are you..."

Suddenly, he stood there again and fell silent. Victor also stood up, patted his shoulder and said, "Before, Dad woke up. He said he didn't tell anyone that he was your father, so your colleagues and nurses should not know yet. As long as you two don't have any intersection, they won't..."

Strange shook off Victor's hand and said, "In your eyes, am I a monster who has no feelings and doesn't care about any relatives in order to maintain a perfect image?"

Victor seemed to be a little confused about what he was saying. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Then, Strange saw a look of fear on Victor's face. He subconsciously took a step back, as if he wanted to find a place to hide.

The fear and cowardice in his eyes made Strange completely collapse. He leaned on the chair next to him in a somewhat rude squatting posture that he would never do normally, and cried with his shoulders shaking.

Schiller pushed open the door, walked in gently, and said to Victor in a low voice: "I am his friend, you go out first, I have something to say to him..."

Victor glanced at his brother, hesitated, and went out. Schiller helped Strange up, and at this time, Strange had even cried so much that he didn't care about his image.

Schiller did nothing, just walked to the door and turned the anti-lock button.

He could clearly see that Strange's shoulders shook when he heard the "click", and then the twitching caused by crying weakened a lot.

Schiller shook his head. Strange's symptoms were too typical. Because the family education model was too traditional, he lacked a sense of security. The way he sought security was to make himself a perfect person. As long as others could not find fault with him, he would always be in an advantageous position.

Unlike the comics, the Strange that Schiller knew could be said to have had smooth sailing and had hardly experienced any setbacks.

First, he was confusedly dragged into the pit of the immortality factor by Schiller, and then because of the Cosmic Demon God's Common Wealth Project, he successfully took over the burden of the Supreme Sorcerer and also owned the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Later, when the solar system development plan began to be implemented, the wizards continued to overcome difficulties under his leadership and developed a lot of civilian technologies for magic energy, which made his reputation rise.

He did not experience the despair of losing his hand, did not give up on himself, and did not get drunk every night, nor did he find a little light in despair and darkness, abandon everything, and escape into the monastery.

This Strange did not see things clearly, but he saw things too clearly. It was precisely because he was now at a very high level that he could understand how much ordinary people like his father and brother worried about him in these daily busy worldly lives.

Because he is now successful and famous, and has no more things to worry about, he can feel how much extra energy these worries, which are insignificant to him and can't change anything, take up for an ordinary person who has not yet transcended human social life.

How much sympathy should be held to separate precious thoughts from the already difficult life to think about others. Not only that, if you have to endure extra pain and avoid shadows, you will be more like a saint.

Schiller spent more than an hour to barely comfort Strange and let him recover from the convulsion of deep crying. Just when he was about to drink a sip of water, the phone rang again.

"Dr. Schiller, I'm sorry, you should be okay now?" The voice from the other side was Steve's. Schiller heard that his tone was a little trembling, and he knew that he should be sick.

"Listen, Steve, take a deep breath, just like I taught you before, stare at one thing without moving, look at its details, block out the illusions that appear in front of you... Where are you now?"

"The Avengers' base? Spider-Man is there too? Give him the phone... Hello? Peter? Yes, I know he's not in a good condition, oh, no, don't comfort him yet, leave there first..."

"Listen to me, Peter, I'm a professional psychologist, yes, find an excuse, leave there first, and let Steve be alone... I'll be there soon."