疯掉了。
现在西姆勒·歌德实在是身心疲惫到没有任何反抗的能力了，就像是刀板上的鱼肉，任人宰割了......
“oh Goethe! Don't say these discouraging words. I just found a breakthrough point in medicine. Do you want to give up? Do you know that your power is a miracle in medicine!”
ps：“哦！歌德！别说这些叫人丧气的话，我才刚刚找到了医学上的突破点，难道你要放弃了吗？你知不知道，你的这个异能，简直就是医学里的奇迹！”
“I don't know if it's a miracle, but if you go on like this, I'm going crazy.”
ps：“是不是奇迹我不知道，但是你要再这样弄下去，我是真的快要疯了！”
西姆勒·歌德扭头看向爱德华兹·米娅。
“You know what? Yesterday, all night, I was going to die every few minutes. Every time I was in pain, every time I had to suffer from suffocation!”
ps：“你知道吗？昨天，一整晚，每隔几分钟我就要死去一次，每一次都很痛苦，每一次都要承受窒息的痛苦！”
爱德华兹·米娅双手微微前推。
“Oh, Goethe, I admit it's my fault. I forgot to give you the needle when you lose. It won't happen in the future, but can you stop fighting? I need you, Goethe! I Want You! Medicine needs you too!”
ps：“哦歌德，我承认这是我的错，我忘了等你输完了给你拔针，这种事以后不会发生了，但是能不能不要反抗了？我需要你歌德！我需要你！医学领域也需要你！”
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