Chapter 1932 U: Beyond Major Event (21)_2

Batman turned his gaze towards Natasha, then looked at Shiller, and said, "I feel a bit unfamiliar with him, is it just my illusion?"

Though it sounded like a question, it was not. If Batman asked it this way, it meant he already had a definite answer. He recalled the scenarios he saw in Shiller's Tower of Thought, was this one of them? And if so, which one?

Natasha also felt something was strange, but the moment she turned her probing gaze to Shiller, he turned his head towards her. Natasha tensed up, gripping Batman tightly as if being stung.

"Whichever one he is, I'll bet he's no simple character." Natasha tugged Batman's suit sleeve and said: "We must find that Killer devil quickly, or else we're done for."

Just as Batman was about to say something, Natasha cut him off, and said, "I know you want to save everyone here. I have no objection to it—I'm willing to cooperate because I know you have the ability to achieve that even by yourself, so I'll follow your lead."

"But I advise you not to be too hopeful," Natasha sighed, and said: "The three of us can only manage to keep an eye on one of his personas at any given moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about watching Shiller. As for the Killer devil arranged by the organizer... at least, he's now among the people you're protecting."

"Who do you think he might be?" was a genuine question, but with double implications, asking who the organizer's Killer devil was, but also inquiring about who Shiller's new persona was.

"You've seen that High Tower, right? You might not know, but the elevator in the High Tower can go underground. There's a place there called the Abyss…"

Natasha briefly introduced what she had seen and heard in the underground part of Shiller's High Tower to Batman, then coughed twice, and said: "I've encountered one of Shiller's personas, and the lesson learned was to never show interest in any aspect of Shiller. Have no curiosity, no thirst for knowledge, that's it."

"So, what happened in the end?" Batman asked her about the outcome of her encounter with the other Shiller.

"We both died." Natasha shrugged and said, "Have you seen how they kill fish? He sliced open my abdomen. Almost all my organs fell out, and I shot him twice. One bullet hit his heart."

Batman silently let go of Natasha's hand and took a step to the side.

"If you dare say I'm not one of your protectees, then I won't help you save people."

Batman silently moved back to his position.

On the other hand, Beihan, as Natasha predicted, developed a great interest in this slightly unfamiliar Shiller.

Like all smart people, they always feel they can guess enough information from the opponent's minimal movements, think they're not going too deep, and there's no need to go too deep.

This holds for most other people, but Shiller is like a never-ending mystery. Whenever he reveals some information in his speech, it brings out more secrets worth exploring.

"You have changed a lot," Beihan smiled and said, "I often hear people saying that doctors always wear two faces. They aren't as patient in real life as they are in their clinics."

"That's right." Shiller nodded. He reached into his suit pocket, took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands gently, and said, "But I don't go into the clinic, Mr. Wayne. I'm a surgeon."

Beihan's eyes widened in surprise. He took another good look at Shiller and said, "You have a surgery license? And a psychology license at the same time?"

"Yes, and I have practiced in both fields."

"Why?"

"Sorry, what?"

Beihan changed his position, adjusted the hem of his own suit, and said: "What I meant was either you've transitioned from being a surgeon to a psychologist, or the other way around. I think it's more likely the former, so why did you do it?"

"Your assumption is correct. When referring to current context, doctors often have two faces, and you can interpret my situation as tilting towards pathological."

After being stunned for a moment, Beihan opened his mouth slightly in surprise, "You have split personality disorder?"

"Dissociative identity disorder."

"Oh my God." Beihan couldn't help but give Shiller another up-and-down look, and said with a furrowed brow, "I remember split personality occurs due to certain triggers. What kind of trauma did you face?"

Shiller slightly opened his mouth, then finally dropped his eyes onto Beihan's. After a pause, he said, "A surgery."

And then Beihan filled in almost three seasons of medical dramas in his mind before saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."

But at this time, Shiller folded his handkerchief while laughing and said, "You want to hear something like this, right? A famous surgeon swore never to set foot in an operating room after the failure of a surgery. Sir, I'm afraid that only happens in movies."

"The trigger was indeed a surgery, but I had mentally prepared for it well before that. It's not so much emotional trauma, but more like the waves spouting from an underlying earthquake."

Beihan was stunned by this metaphor, but instinctively asked, "What kind of surgery?"

"Performing the Fontan Procedure on a child with congenital heart disease. Yes, it's the picture in a pediatric cardiothoracic textbook."

Beihan's face turned serious. He reached out a hand, and grasped Shiller's forward firmly, saying, "I had no idea you're a great cardiothoracic surgeon. Can you elaborate more on what happened?"

"There's not much to talk about regarding the surgery." Shiller sighed softly, shook his head and said, "This kind of surgery is conducted in three stages, all on young children's hearts. Even if the surgery is a complete success, the survival rate is only about 70%."

"You might think I made a mistake in this surgery, but it's quite the opposite. Every doctor and nurse did their best, but the child died three days after the surgery."

"What a tragedy," Beihan echoed.

"But the main reason wasn't unsuccessful recovery," Shiller added.

"Then what was it?" Beihan frowned.

"When the patient was still under observation, his parents started having property disputes and decided to get a divorce. Over the custody and inheritance, the child was forcibly taken away on the third day."

Beihan's eyes grew wide. His eyes flashed with rage, but then he held it back, asking, "And that's why you chose to become a psychologist?"

Shiller finally put the folded handkerchief back into his suit pocket, and said.

"That's why I chose Batman. He'd never give up on any child."

With widening eyes, Natasha stared at the increasingly daydreaming Batman next to her, her expression becoming more and more desperate.