"Quick, quick, quick! He's still breathing! Stop the bleeding!"
Stark was the first to rush over, but his armored arm stopped just before touching Schiller. He asked, "Jarvis, what happened? What did you talk to Schiller about?"
"The sequence of events." Jarvis answered with perfect calm. "My logic program determined that Doctor Schiller no longer had the strength to endure another multi-perspective retelling and treatment session, so I told him the sequence of events directly. Before I left, his mental state was still stable."
"You call this mentally stable????" Stark looked at Schiller sprawled across the couch. "How much did he drink? Wait, what medicine is this? Jarvis, scan it..."
"The main ingredient is morphine, sir. This is a painkiller Doctor Schiller used to treat neuropathic migraines. Preliminary analysis indicates that he consumed approximately 230 times the recommended dosage..."
"Quick, quick, quick!! Make him throw up!!!" Stark immediately reached down to lift Schiller, but Strange rushed forward and stopped him. "You might pull on his wound. That could damage his artery and vocal cords. Don't touch him yet..."
"Aren't you a Doctor?!" Stark shouted at Strange. "Think of something! Is there anything that can dilute the effects of the painkillers he took?"
"I..." Strange stood there helplessly. "I'm only a surgeon. It's been many years since I studied pharmacology. I can't... I can't write a prescription. That could kill him!"
At that moment, Steve stepped forward. He first gently moved away the arm Schiller kept pushing deeper into his own wound, then placed a cushion behind his back so that his chest and neck formed a straight line, making it easier for him to breathe.
Then he pried open Schiller's eyelids to check his pupils and said, "Good thing his constitution is abnormal. It's only a slight overdose, probably like