Strange soon brought the medicine. There were indeed no antibiotics in the broad sense, but there were some fever reducers. After Stark took them, there was no obvious change in the short term, so they could only keep watch.
"Which of us is going?" Schiller asked. "One of us really should go. Otherwise, it'll look far too cold-blooded."
"I'm not good at space combat," Matt said, very self-aware. "I can sense a lot of things, but getting around isn't very convenient for me. You should go. I'll stay here and watch him."
"I'll go?" Steve said. But after thinking it over, he added, "I don't really have any large-scale destructive methods either. It'd be better if you two went."
"But we're Doctors," Strange said.
"This place only needs one Doctor." Schiller stood up and said, "Charles and Tony both need you to look after them. I'll go."
Once he said he was going, none of the others felt reassured. But what they were worried about was not his safety, but the safety of the front line.
"I remember you aren't especially good at fighting," Matt said. "Why don't we go to the Central Universe and call in a few more people?"
"No need. Ordinary people don't feel comfortable staying on this island, and the Mutants are too busy. Besides, who said I was going to the front line?"
"The front line is in danger. If you're not going to the front line, where are you going?"
Schiller smiled and said, "It's precisely because the front line is in danger that going there is useless. All right, take good care of him here. I'll be back in a while."
Schiller left the room, but he did not head straight for the front line. He did not even leave Krakoa Island. He