I'm a hero in Marvel
Chapter 128 Talking to oneself
"Christine, are you ready?" Her colleague Anna came over and asked softly. There was a hint of worry in Anna's voice, and her eyes showed understanding of what was about to happen.
"I don't know... I really don't know." Christine sighed, clenching her hands, her nails almost digging into her palms. Her voice was low and trembling, "I saved him, but now I'm going to end his life again."
Anna sighed and looked at Christine, as if trying to convey some comfort. "Sometimes, the way to redemption is to let go. Sibion's choice was wise, and he hopes you can see him off for the last time."
Christine nodded, but she couldn't calm down. She thought of the operation three years ago, when Sibion was hit by a car and was dying, with almost no hope of survival. She tried her best and finally pulled him back from the brink of death. However, fate played a joke on him. Sibion became paralyzed due to complications during the recovery process, lost his ability to move, and lost hope of living.
"He really doesn't want to live anymore?" Christine's voice was weak, as if she was talking to herself.
Anna looked at her silently, with a trace of heartache in her eyes. "He told you that he felt that living was just suffering. You know, life is not just about survival, but also about dignity."
"But I..." Christine's voice choked, "I saved him before, how could I let him go again?"
At this moment, the door of the operating room opened and Strange walked out. His face was heavy, as if he had just gone through an inner struggle. "Christine, don't think about it anymore. You can't save everyone. Death is a fact that everyone must face."
"How can you say that?" Christine responded angrily, tears flashing in her eyes. "You are a doctor, you should understand the meaning of life!"
Strange sighed, his tone revealing helplessness. "I understand the meaning of life, but I also understand the inevitability of death. You can't take the responsibility on yourself. Sibion's choice is his right, not your burden."
"But I... I just don't want him to leave." Christine's voice almost collapsed, tears welled up in her eyes. She turned around and looked up at the ceiling of the operating room, as if it could bring her some comfort.
Anna patted her shoulder gently, "Christine, don't forget that you are his savior. He hopes that you can accompany him to the end, which in itself is a kind of relief."
"But I..." Christine's voice was choked with sobs and she couldn't continue.
"You have to understand that death is not the end." Strange interrupted her, his tone firm, "Sometimes, letting go is the best respect for life."
Christine's heart was full of contradictions. She remembered Sibion's helpless eyes on the hospital bed and the tears he shed during his recovery. She didn't want him to suffer anymore, but she couldn't face the reality of losing him.
"I need to see him." Christine finally made up her mind, wiped away her tears, and walked towards the operating room. She knew that this would be the last time she and Sibion met.
Walking into the operating room, Christine looked at Sibion, his eyes were full of calmness, as if he had accepted his impending fate. She walked to him, held his hand, and felt his cold fingertips.
"Sibian..." Her voice was weak and trembling, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to do."
Sibion smiled slightly. Although his face was pale, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Christine, don't blame yourself. You gave me a chance to be reborn, and I am grateful. However, living is not the life I want."
"But I..." Christine's voice choked, "I don't want to lose you."
"You didn't lose me." Sibion's voice was firm but gentle. "I will always remember you. You are my savior. I hope you can see me off for the last time and give me a decent farewell."
"I will." Christine squeezed his hand tightly, tears welling up again, "I will stay with you until the end."
"Thank you." Sibion's voice was weak, but it was full of deep gratitude. "This is enough for me."
Christine felt a pain in her heart, she knew she was about to make a decision that she could not turn back. She turned around and looked at her colleagues outside the operating room. Anna and Strange were watching her quietly at the door, with understanding and support in their eyes.
"I'm ready." Christine's voice was firm. Although she was still struggling inside, she knew she had to face it all.
Anna nodded, walked into the operating room, and began to prepare the surgical instruments. Strange watched silently from the side, with a complex emotion on his face.
"Sibion, are you sure?" Strange finally spoke in a low voice.
"I'm sure." Sibion's eyes flashed with determination, "I don't want to suffer anymore. I hope to donate my organs to those in need."
"You are such a great man." Strange exclaimed, and admiration for Sibion arose in his heart.
Christine took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that what she had to do was not only to end Sibion's life, but also to keep his life going and help more people.
"Let's get started." Christine's voice was firm and clear, as if she was cheering herself up.
The lights in the operating room were bright, and Christine was preparing carefully in front of the operating table, praying silently in her heart. She knew that Sibion's choice was the last freedom in his life, and she would be the witness of this freedom.
As the operation progressed, Christine gradually calmed down. She felt Sibion's courage and determination, as if she saw another meaning of life in him. Although this was a sad farewell, it was also a new beginning.
"Thank you, Christine." Sibion's voice sounded in her ears, gentle but firm.
"You're finally here." Christine responded coldly, but her eyes did not move away from the window.
Strange sat down and ordered a cup of coffee, trying to break the awkward silence. "How are you doing? I heard you're busy at the hospital."
"Busy? Yes, very busy." Christine finally turned her head, her eyes as sharp as a knife, "But I miss those busy days. At least I know what I am doing."
"What are you talking about?" Strange frowned slightly, with confusion in his tone.
"You really don't know?" Christine's voice gradually became louder, and the customers around her cast strange looks at her. "You are no longer the young doctor full of ideals! Now you are just a coward who is afraid of failure!"
"Christine, don't do this." Strange's voice was low and firm. "I just want to protect my patients and myself."
"Protect yourself? Your so-called protection is just running away!" Christine became more and more agitated, tapping her fingers on the table, making a crisp sound. "You know what? Whenever I see those patients, seeing them struggling on the brink of death, I think of you. I think of the Strange who once bravely pursued his dreams, not the cowardly turtle he is now!"
Strange's face gradually darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "You don't understand the pressure I'm facing! Every decision may affect a life. I can't take any more risks!"
"Do you think I don't know?" Christine almost yelled, "I face the choice between life and death every day. I see how doctors struggle in despair and how they watch patients die helplessly. But I have never thought of giving up! Are you willing to be a doctor who is afraid of failure?"
"I'm not afraid of failure, I just want to give the best treatment to the patients." Strange's voice trembled, as if he was defending himself, but more of it was helplessness.
"What do you mean by 'best'? Letting the patient lie in bed, letting the shadow of death loom over him?" Christine's tone was full of sarcasm. "Do you think death is the end? No, death is just a new beginning. You don't know how to face it and understand it."
Strange's eyes flashed with confusion, he lowered his head and remained silent. Seeing this, Christine felt uneasy, as if her words hurt the softest part of his heart.
"I don't want to hurt you, Strange." Christine's voice softened, "I just hope you can find your brave self again. You once believed in the power of life and that there would be a new beginning after death, but now you are just running away."
"Do you think I want this?" Strange finally raised his head, tears flashing in his eyes. "I struggle every day. Facing those lives that I cannot save, my heart is broken like a knife. But I can't give up. I can't let myself become weak."
"Weakness is not giving up, but facing it." Christine looked him straight in the eyes and said firmly, "You must learn to accept death and the fragility of life. Only in this way can you truly become an excellent doctor."
"But I'm afraid." Strange finally confessed, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, "I'm afraid that I will lose more people. I'm afraid that I will become the executioner."
"You are not an executioner." Christine said softly, "A doctor's duty is to save lives, but sometimes, the way to redeem is not to prolong life, but to let the patient be relieved. You have to learn to understand this."
Strange was silent, with a trace of struggle and confusion in his eyes. Christine looked at him, with mixed emotions in her heart. She knew that the man in front of her had once been so determined, but now he was suffocated by fear and responsibility.
"I don't know how I should face this." Strange finally spoke, his voice full of helplessness and despair, "I don't know how to continue in this environment."
"Then start re-examining your beliefs from now on," Christine encouraged. "You can learn something from every patient and gain strength from every failure. Death is not scary. What is scary is the fear in your heart."
Strange's eyes gradually became firm. He raised his head and took a deep breath, as if trying to digest Christine's words. "I will try my best to face it, but I need time."
"You can't carry your sister's death with you for the rest of your life." Christine's voice was clear and firm. "You can't be both an angel and a devil, Strange. You have to face your own heart."
"I know, but I... I really don't know what to do." Strange lowered his head, his eyes showing helplessness and confusion.
"You always hide behind honor and pretend to be omniscient and omnipotent, but in fact you are a coward who is afraid of failure." There was a hint of blame in Christine's tone, and her eyes pierced into Strange's heart like a sharp blade.
"You don't understand. I have to bear all this." Strange retorted, his voice full of helplessness and anger, "This is my responsibility."
"Responsibility? Or escape?" Christine smiled coldly, her eyes were like torches. "Do you think this can make up for it? Do you think this can bring her back to life?"
Strange's heart tightened, and his throat seemed to be stuck, making it difficult to breathe. He raised his head and wanted to refute, but found that he had no way to speak. Every word of Christine was like a heavy hammer, hitting the depths of his heart.
"I don't want to argue with you, Christine," he said finally, his voice low and weak. "I just want to find a reason to keep going."
"Then you have to face your fear, Strange." Christine's tone softened a little, but still firm, "You can't escape it anymore."
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