The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When he went to bed at night, Schiller discovered that he could actually stay at Marvel. He could take a nap, go back to DC, continue sleeping in DC, and then return to Marvel. Anyway, time is not going away at DC. He can always stay in Marvel and not breathe the smog of Gotham City.

But the good times didn't last long. Before Schiller could take Peter and his family for a physical examination at the weekend, S.H.I.E.L.D. came to the door.

It was another day at work. Schiller had just finished checking the ward and was using the doctor's internal system to make an appointment for Peter's family to have a physical examination. There was a knock on the door of his office. Schiller was sitting behind his desk without looking up when suddenly the spider sensor vibrated. Suddenly, he looked up warily and saw a strange man standing in front of the door.

"Hey, doctor, don't be nervous. I'm Coulson, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." The man saw Schiller's nervous posture. Schiller glanced at him over his glasses and said, "Let's go out and say, this is all mine." patient."

Coulson nodded quickly, and the two went downstairs together and sat down in the cafe next to the hospital. Schiller frowned and said, "Is there no one in SHIELD? Or is it difficult to find a female agent who can put on a nurse uniform?" difficulty?"

Coulson was a little confused about Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't ordinary people be afraid or repelled by such a scenario where agents suddenly come to their door? It seems that the boss is right, there is definitely something wrong with Schiller.

Schiller showed some impatience. He said: "I have been late for a day and missed work for a day. The whole clinic knows that I stay up late, drink alcohol and take drugs. If you insist on causing trouble for me, can you wait until this incident is over? Say more? I will be fired!"

"But according to our information, you are only a temporary psychological consultant hired by the Presbyterian Hospital. You only took over the shift because the director of the psychiatric department was away..."

"Is that important? I need this job now. What if you make me lose my job?"

Coulson said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller, we didn't mean to disturb you, but we heard that you are Mr. Stark's psychological counselor, and we want to know more about his psychological condition. Of course, we Will pay the medical fees on time..."

"A million dollars an hour."

"Pfft!" Colson spit out a sip of coffee, wiped his mouth and said, "If you refuse, there is no need to make such an excuse..."

"If you can't afford it, don't come to see a doctor." Schiller rolled his eyes, stood up and left, acting like an unscrupulous doctor.

Colson didn't even stop him. After Schiller left, he pressed the earphone and said, "I'm afraid there's something fishy in the hospital. He took me away in a hurry, and he was in a hurry to go back... Okay, ok... "

Schiller returned to the consulting room. He concentrated on turning on his telepathy to the maximum, and then felt the emotions of the mental patients, and tried to express some of the emotions in words as much as possible - the inner world of a group of mental patients was really chaotic. , Crazy, Schiller scrawled a dozen pages and locked it in a drawer.

After he returned to the apartment at night, he found that some agents had probably searched the apartment. Schiller scanned it with his spider sensor and found no bugs or cameras, so he ignored it.

In SHIELD, Nick Fury stared at the glowing information panel, which showed Schiller's detailed information. Coulson said behind him: "He is very nervous about his work and seems to not want to leave that hospital. His Many wine bottles and some drugs were found at home..."

"This is some paper we found in his office tonight. This is the only one. More of it seems to have been disposed of urgently by him, because we found a large amount of pulp washed down by the shredder in the sewer. Unfortunately, it cannot be recovered."

Nick took the papers and said, "Does he have a mental illness? No, these don't seem like a person's ravings. He collects psychological information from mental patients in a psychiatric department? How does he communicate with those mental patients?"

"This is obviously not information that ordinary doctors can obtain. These records even contain extreme privacy of patients..."

"He can hypnotize?" Coulson said.

"So does our psychiatrist. Can he tell you what color underwear you liked to wear in elementary school?" Nick said.

"Maybe he just made it up," Coulson said.

"He seems to have additional knowledge of Stark Industries' past and our old friends, and he can hit Stark's weaknesses head-on. Today he seems to have caused Stark's smart butler to fall into a logic freeze." Nick explain.

"You want him to work for us?"

"He is very capable of dealing with Stark. We will have more people like him to deal with in the future." Nick put the pile of documents aside and said: "Anyway, first find out what is in the hospital. If If possible, move him out of there.”

"I hate this group of high-level intellectuals the most. They are always too calm, cautious and incomprehensible. It is difficult to deal with such opponents who know how to use their brains," Nick said.

"Maybe he's just an ordinary psychiatrist and collecting crazy stories from his patients is his hobby..." Coulson said.

"Colson, you always make me suspect that your rank as an eighth-level agent is very high-level," Nick said.

"A person who can make Stark completely lose his temper within thirty minutes and then swagger into Stark Industries the next day. Do you think he is an ordinary psychiatrist? Or do you think Tony Stark is really a psychiatrist?" A cynical playboy who only hangs out among models?"

"Understood, I'm going to get him out of that hospital first," Coulson said.

So, the next day, Schiller received the news that he was fired in Stark's office. He spread his hands and said: "Look, I absolutely need your funding. Mr. Stark, you don't need it either." Are you going to just watch your dedicated psychological counselor lose his job and go bankrupt?"

Stark said: "Two million dollars is not enough for you to open your own psychological clinic?"

"Money is not an issue. The issue is the qualifications required for a psychological clinic. What I need to open is a legal psychological clinic, not a scammer's institution on the street that is no different from fortune telling."

"Can't you apply based on your resume? Yesterday Jarvis told me that you have three doctorates and have worked in the best hospitals in six states."

"Yes, it's just that the location of the psychological clinic I want to open is rather special." Schiller said after taking a sip of ice wine.

Stark tinkered with the machine and said, "Where?"

"Hell's Kitchen," Schiller said.

Stark's hand shook, and a series of sparks burst out from the poor Mark 2. He said: "I really can't see that you still have the heart of a father like the Virgin Mary and want to save that hell neighborhood. The poor devils and the rotten drug addicts.”

Schiller didn't say much, he said: "I need a legal psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen. To this end, I can grant you a request."

Schiller placed the emphasis on the word "legal."

Stark said: "Do I have anything to ask you for help? Oh, are you kidding me? I'm Stark."

"Don't you want to know if Pepper really likes you?"

Stark's hand shook again, and the Mark 2's right leg exploded. Schiller silently took a step back. Looking at Stark, whose face was blackened by the blast, he rubbed his face in panic and said, "You What did you say? What happened to Pepper?"

Obviously, Stark hasn't realized his feelings for Pepper yet.

"I can tell you at the right time whether Pepper really loves you, guaranteed to be accurate. You have seen what I am capable of."

"Of course Pepper loves me, and women all over the world love Stark," Stark said.

"Is she just one of the women in the world? Nothing special?" Schiller asked.

Stark was silent.

"I can promise you, of course, you won't come to give me any psychological consultation from tomorrow on. If Pepper comes to see you, you can shirk it."

"Can't you afford the consultation fee?"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Stark said loudly: "I can afford it even if you ask for ten million dollars an hour! I just don't need any psychological counseling! I'm not crazy! I'm fine!"

Schiller shook his head and said slowly: "I'm afraid Mark 2 doesn't think so."

He and Stark looked down at the armor that was missing one leg at the same time. Stark pointed at the door: "Leave now!!!"

Schiller returned to his home and sent a message to Peter: "The physical examination for the weekend has been scheduled. I will say hello to the hospital and ask them to provide you with thoughtful services. However, our meeting may have to be postponed because I have resigned from that hospital."

Peter quickly expressed his concern, but Schiller only said that it was a change in his career plan and did not say much. Peter was a little touched. After all, he could still think about the physical examination he had scheduled before after leaving his job. He said with some urgency: "You are still in New York. If you are still here, I think we can meet up and go out for a meal or something, or you can come to my house..."

Schiller declined Peter and sent a message to Charles: "What do you think would happen if I opened a hospital in hell?"

"I'm afraid the devil won't accept your favor."

"You seem to feel deeply about this."

"I advise you not to do this. Maybe you are just an ordinary person with talent, but ordinary people cannot resist the devil."

"But only criminals can fight criminals, right?"

Charles on the other side of the computer fell silent when he saw this sentence. He thought, Max, do you think so too?

Only by turning yourself into a criminal can you deal with the most vicious criminals?

Charles shook his head, no, justice must have its fair way to achieve it. If you can only fight the devil by throwing yourself into hell, it is no different from being complicit.

Outside the window, students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were chasing and fighting on the playground. Storm was scolding them to go back to class, while Qin was watching from the side. Everything seemed beautiful.

But Xavier knew that the shadow of the Dark Phoenix was far from gone.