Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Zhou Ran slowly walked out of the underground laboratory and walked outside the villa.

When passing by the living room, he smiled and said hello to Ethan, who was sitting neatly on the sofa: "Ethan, I'm leaving first."

Ethan pushed up his glasses, stood up, and said extremely respectfully: "Oh, Mr. Jake, where are you going? I haven't expressed my highest respect to you yet, thank you for your life-saving grace!"

Zhou Ran laughed and said: "Ethan, you don't have to be so polite. It's me who should say thank you. Thank you very much for saving my good friend Tony. Ethan, you are a hero."

After hearing this, Ethan shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Sir, I am a doctor, and it is my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded. No matter who it is, I will do my best to save it."

"When I was in Afghanistan just now, I was ready to die. I really didn't expect that I would survive. I still want to thank you for your life-saving grace. Thank you very much!"

Hearing this, Zhou Ran nodded and said: "Ethan, if you really want to thank me, help me hide my identity first. I'm not ready to tell everyone that I am Superman. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

"

"I need to think carefully about whether I can adapt to this identity."

Ethan nodded solemnly and said: "Sir, I swear to God, I will keep my promise and help you keep this secret."

Zhou Ran nodded gently and walked out of the villa.

He looked at the blue sky and white clouds and the endless sea, sighed, and asked in his heart: "Clark, how much time do I have?"

Hei Chao smiled and replied: "Zhou, you have ten seconds left."

Zhou Ran nodded and flew to Cornell Presbyterian Hospital. Ten seconds was enough for Superman.

…

Ten seconds later.

New York, Cornell Presbyterian Hospital.

In the office of Dr. Cornell, Chief of Psychiatry.

Zhou Ran was leaning on the sofa. The expression on his face was very calm, but there was a trace of nervousness and uneasiness in his eyes.

Dr. Cornell stretched out his hand and pushed up his glasses, with a smile on his lips, and said very elegantly: "Jake, before we talk, I would like to smoke a cigarette now. Is it convenient?"

Zhou Ran nodded and said, "Of course, Doctor Cornell."

"Click!" "Crack!" "Whoop!"

Dr. Cornell performed a series of actions very skillfully. He first took out the cigar cutter and cigar from the drawer, cut the cigar, lightly lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

A thick white fog rose in the office, and the white fog covered Dr. Cornell's face, making him look very mysterious.

"Ahem..."

Zhou Ran smelled the pungent cigar smoke, covered his nose with his hand, and couldn't help but cough twice.

Seeing this, Dr. Cornell turned slightly and opened the window behind him.

Then he stretched out his hand and gently fanned the white mist in front of his eyes, and joked with a smile: "The smoke of Cuban cigars is too heavy, it's a bit choking, and the hospital also has a no-smoking sign. As a doctor, smoking in front of the patient,

This behavior is very uncivilized.”

"Jake, please don't complain to me about this. I don't want to lose my job."

After hearing this, Zhou Ran smiled and said, "Dr. Cornell is joking. Cornell Presbyterian Hospital is your property. Anyone who fires you will not fire you."

When Dr. Cornell heard this, he took a long puff of cigar, blew it out, and said happily: "Tobacco is really a good thing, it can numb a person's spirit and reduce the pressure in his heart."

"After smoking a cigar, I'm in a much better state now. I no longer have the pressure I felt just now. It's hard to imagine that Mr. Jake can be a superpower, which somewhat shocked me."

Zhou Ran looked at the pile of cigar butts in Dr. Cornell's ashtray, pointed at it, and slowly said, "Dr. Cornell, you don't seem to be shocked. We have known each other for so many years. This

It seems like this is the first time I've seen you smoke so many cigars, the ashtray is overflowing."

After hearing this, Dr. Cornell's eyes dodged a little, and he sneered and explained: "Okay, I admit, just now you suddenly came to my office, put down so many injured patients in the corridor, and asked me to help treat them, a

He disappeared in an instant, this miraculous ability surprised me a little bit."

"Then, after taking a cursory look at the injuries of those injured, I was even more surprised. What they suffered were not ordinary injuries. It is difficult for me to imagine what a difficult battle it was. What happened to you is also more and more difficult for me.

I became more and more surprised, and then I smoked a lot of cigars."

"Just after you left, I had a premonition, a mysterious intuition, that you would find me again and tell me something big. Sure enough, it was just as I thought, you were really back.

.”

Zhou Ran nodded after hearing this.

He did not directly tell him about his illness, but asked Dr. Cornell about the injuries of Frank and his party: "Doctor Cornell, how are the injuries of the friends I brought here?"

Dr. Cornell smiled happily and said: "The injuries of the rest of the people have been almost all treated, but there is a black man whose injury is more complicated. His skin is very hard and he has broken more than a dozen sharp scalpels. The doctors

It is difficult to operate an operation, and it is difficult to remove the exploding shrapnel inside his body."

"However, I have made an appointment with Stephen Strange at St. Francis Hospital. The arrogant Strange likes to handle this difficult operation the most. He is very happy. On the way, the best surgeon in the United States

, there must be a way."

After Zhou Ran heard this, he took a long breath and said, "That's good. These people were injured because of me. I have the responsibility to heal them all. I will pay for Strange's surgery.

I've heard about him. He's a very proud man who likes lions to open their mouths."

"His excellent surgical operation is worthy of the expensive cost."

Dr. Cornell nodded, sighed, and said: "Well, Strange is a genius. The medical field in the future will be his territory, and he will become the most powerful doctor in the United States. It is a pity that he is a genius.

It's surgery, not psychiatry."

"I don't know how long I will have to work overtime. Cornell Presbyterian Hospital still doesn't have a good psychiatrist... This is also a social problem. No one wants to be friends with a madman, because the madman is very contagious.

"The only person who can be friends with a madman is a madman."

"The world of a madman is both pitiful and terrifying."

Zhou Ran took a deep breath and leaned his head over. He looked into Dr. Cornell's eyes. His eyes were extremely confused and his expression was extremely serious: "Doctor Cornell, I'm sick, I'm really sick.

, maybe I am just a madman, a madman as you said."

"Dr. Cornell, did you know? There is another me in my body. His name is Clark, and he is a Superman! He is omnipotent, he can go to heaven and earth, he can survive in the universe, and his power can pull

Earth……"

"I don't know what to do now? How should I treat him? Will he affect my self-perception?"

After hearing this, Dr. Cornell slowly lowered his head, repeated the familiar steps, cut the cigar with cigar cutters, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The large amount of nicotine burned by the cigar hit Dr. Cornell's lungs crazily. The cigar was smoked too fast, and Dr. Cornell felt that his lungs and throat were spitting out fire and burning.

"Ahem..."

Dr. Cornell stretched out his hand and patted his chest hard twice. After bending down and coughing violently for a while, Dr. Cornell raised his head.

He pulled his hair casually with his hands, looked into Zhou Ran's eyes, there was an inexplicable color in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Jake, why so serious?"

Dr. Cornell's words were like the whispers of a devil, constantly impacting Zhou Ran's brain.

"boom!"

Zhou Ran felt his head explode at this moment, and an extremely complex emotion filled his body.

Zhou Ran's face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he repeated: "Why so serious?"

Dr. Cornell nodded slightly and smiled: "That's right, Jake, why are you so serious?"

"This is just a 'dissociative disorder'! I have treated many patients with schizophrenia. If you want to treat this disease well, the most important thing is not to be so serious and smile more.

one time."

"Laugh like me! Gotta laugh!"

Dr. Cornell put the unfinished cigar in the ashtray, stretched out his hands, pulled the corners of his mouth, stuck out his tongue, made a laughing expression, and said, "Why so serious?"

The unextinguished cigar was still burning, and wisps of white smoke rose up and enveloped Dr. Cornell.

Zhou Ran looked at the expression on Dr. Cornell's face and the funny laugh like a child, and a sense of intimacy arose in Zhou Ran's heart.

Zhou Ran began to imitate Dr. Cornell's movements. He stretched out his hands, grabbed the corners of his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and repeated Dr. Cornell's words: "Why so serious?"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

When Dr. Cornell saw this, he clapped his hands.

Then, he stretched out his hand to loosen his collar, picked up the cigar in the ashtray again, took a puff, and said with a smile: "That's right, Jake, that's it, don't be so serious!"

"After knowing that you have schizophrenia, the first thing you should do is to maintain your mentality and face the matter positively and optimistically. Don't treat your personality as an enemy, but treat it as a friend."

After hearing this, Zhou Ran nodded, frowned, looked at Dr. Cornell, and asked: "Dr. Cornell, you don't seem surprised that I have a personality. Logically speaking, you should be extremely shocked.

"

When Dr. Cornell heard this, there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes. He laughed sarcastically and slowly explained: "Jake, I am a psychiatrist. I am used to this kind of thing. I am still somewhat shocked, but

What happened to you didn’t really shock me!”

"Because when a psychiatrist hears this kind of news, his first reaction is how to deal with it and figure out how to deal with it, especially an old doctor like me!"

"Jake, don't forget that Dr. Cornell is the best psychiatrist in the United States. I have treated tens of thousands of mental patients in my life, and the only ones who had accidents were two."

Look at Dr. Cornell's somewhat unusual expression, and then listen to those words.

Zhou Ran always felt that there must be something wrong with Dr. Cornell. He seemed to know more and seemed to be hiding something?

Zhou Ran took a deep breath, looked into Dr. Cornell's eyes, and asked: "Dr. Cornell, I want to ask a question, and I want to get a true and accurate answer. I hope you won't lie to me, okay?

"

When Dr. Cornell heard this, he took a puff of the cigar in his hand and put it out in the ashtray.

Dr. Cornell pushed up his glasses, nodded solemnly, raised his hand, and said seriously: "Jake, of course. If you have anything to ask, just say it. I won't lie to you."

"Dr. Cornell will never deceive his patients. This is the bottom line for a psychiatrist. I can swear to God Jehovah."

After Zhou Ran heard this, he lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then raised his head and slowly said: "Dr. Cornell, we have known each other for almost nine years. In these nine years, whenever I feel that I have a mental problem, I will

I’ll go to you to ask relevant questions.”

"Except for the fact that I took the initiative to tell you today that I have a personality called Clark, have you seen any other personalities in these nine years, Dr. Cornell? Is there really no problem with my psychiatric report?"

"Is there really nothing wrong with your previous judgment? Or is it that Dr. Cornell has known about my mental problems a long time ago, but has been hiding this information for some reasons."

After Zhou Ran finished speaking, he stared at Dr. Cornell with his eyes, observing Dr. Cornell's expression and state. He wanted to judge whether Dr. Cornell was lying.

When Dr. Cornell heard this, he said in a very natural tone: "Jake, there is really nothing wrong with your previous mental report."

Then, Dr. Cornell opened the drawer and took out a thick stack of diagnostic reports. These reports were all diagnostic reports on Zhou Ran's mental problems.

Dr. Cornell gently placed the thick stack of reports on the table, stretched out two yellowed fingers and pressed them on the mental report, pushed it over, and said with a smile: "Jake, in these nine

In the past year, you have given me seventy-three spiritual reports, and there have been no problems."

"If you don't believe it, you can send these reports to other hospitals for testing. Jake, Cornell has never deceived you."

As Dr. Cornell said this, he took off his glasses with a smile. He casually picked up the glasses cloth on the table and wiped it gently.

The polished lenses were very bright, and the sunlight shone on them and reflected on Zhou Ran's face.