mtl008 Chapter 2362 Psychic Assault (7)
Chapter 2362 Psychic Assault (7)
Chapter 2362: Psychic Assault (Seventeen)
Unfortunately, Jarvis' words came true. Before it got dark, Pepper came in holding Stark by the neck.
Pepper looked very good, a little too good in fact. Schiller looked the lady up and down and found that she looked ten years younger, with thick hair and a rosy complexion. Stark next to her, on the other hand, had dark circles under his eyes and looked like a thief.
Not caring at all that this was the psychiatric department of Presbyterian Hospital and not Schiller's small clinic, Pepper began her story as usual.
Actually, it's not hard to understand. Ever since he found out that Pepper was sick, Stark has been to the point where he would have people check the quality of the floor three times if a cockroach on the roadside kicked its legs. Simply put, he is extremely anxious.
Logically speaking, Stark, who has seen a lot of things, would not get sick because of this. However, after the Earth's technology entered a period of explosive growth, Stark had no time to rest for a moment. It was common for him to work for hundreds of hours in a row with the magic core plugged in.
If he just worked hard in the laboratory like before, it would not be a big deal for him. But as we all know, if you spread your business too wide, all kinds of troubles will arise. The most energy-consuming thing in scientific research is not the research itself, but solving all the problems so that you can focus on scientific research.
Stark fell into this state. He was eager to solve all external troubles so that he could return to the laboratory, but his current position meant that those troubles were destined to be unsolvable.
Today, this country and that country are competing for patent rights. Tomorrow, that country's satellite occupies the road of other countries. The day after tomorrow, problems arise during the practice of the technology announced.
If Stark had the heart to do it, he could of course ignore it, but the problem was that he was a perfectionist, and once it came to various technologies, he had to take a look.
But many times technology is just an excuse, people just want him to win the lawsuit, or simply to prove that they are right.
After the third industrial revolution, although countries appear to be harmonious and generally united on the surface, human beings are like this and there are still many minor frictions in secret.
Although the mediation of international relations was later handed over to Captain America, and the Howards kept running around and mediating, they were able to barely cope with it.
But soon humans strode into the interstellar age, and things in the interstellar society became even more confusing. Through Asgard, humans began to exchange technology with some civilizations in the middle stages of development. Stark was afraid that humans would suffer losses, so he had to keep an eye on them all the time and not give in when bargaining.
One has to pay attention to the international situation, keep an eye on the experiments, and keep an eye on the interstellar society. Everything is a matter of life and death, and everything may affect the future path of mankind. Every perfectionist who encounters this is at risk of working himself to death.
So when Pepper's body also had problems, the accumulated stress from overwork completely erupted, Stark's anxiety disorder began to break out uncontrollably again, and as always, he refused to take medicine.
"I'm not sick, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after resting for a while." Stark said, adjusting the collar of his clothes.
"But the psychological assessment system of the mecha you built has been alarming for two weeks." Pepper's rebuttal was well-founded. "Are you trying to say that there is a problem with the psychological assessment system you wrote?"
Stark was choked. He said stubbornly, "How is that possible? There is nothing wrong with the system I wrote. Maybe the alarm is broken."
"Stop for a moment, ladies and gentlemen." Schiller tapped the table with the end of his pen and said, "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet, because you will be anxious later."
But the two men completely ignored Schiller. They started arguing among themselves, and thought that what Schiller said was nothing more than comforting words for people with anxiety disorders.
Schiller cleared his throat and said, "There is a time bomb roaming around in our hospital right now. If it explodes, not only the Earth, but probably half of the Milky Way will be destroyed, and the universe may even be restarted."
The two finally quieted down and looked at Schiller with wide eyes.
"Would you like to sit down and listen now?"
The two of them quickly gathered in front of the table, and Stark said, "Tell me, this is just something you made up to attract our attention."
"Of course not. Didn't Professor X tell you? He has a son, a super omega mutant with more than 200 omega personalities in his head, and it's still growing. He's a mental patient and can't control himself."
Stark gasped.
We can see how powerful Omega-level mutants are from Professor X and Magneto. Now there are not just one but more than 200 of them. What’s more important is that the opponent is a lunatic. If he gets out of control, there is no need for us to worry.
"Where did it come from?" Stark asked puzzledly.
"You'll have to ask Charles about this, but that's not the point right now. If you have confidence in your psychological assessment system, then take this." Schiller handed the photocopied medical record to Stark and said, "Analyze it, and then think of a way to see if my mind assault plan will work."
Stark took the medical record with doubt. The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown became. He looked at the case, then at Schiller, then at the case again. Finally, he looked at Schiller and said, "Are you sure he is Charles Xavier's son?"
"Of course, I know what you're thinking, but pathologically speaking, we have two completely different symptoms, completely opposite."
"Okay, I don't understand that, but what measures do you think we should take?" Stark thought for a moment and said, "If the explosion power can really reach the cosmic level, it is better to be careful."
"Don't worry, I'm absolutely sure he won't explode. Even if he does, there are other ways." Schiller touched his chin and said, "The problem is that we can't let him stay in a state where he could explode at any time, so we need to give him a comprehensive brain examination."
"Use my equipment?"
"Yes, your equipment really shouldn't be used to examine uterine fibroids that are no bigger than a human fingernail. By the way, I have reservations about whether it is a uterine fibroid."
"What did I say!!" Pepper raised her voice, stared at Stark and said, "The most professional doctor in the universe said so! I said it will heal on its own, as long as you don't bother me anymore!!!"
“But he’s a psycho…”
"Then I'll go find another most professional doctor!"
Stark helplessly watched Pepper's back go away. Schiller sighed, twirled his pen and said, "Although I am a psychiatrist, I must emphasize to you that the role of psychological factors in the treatment of diseases has always been underestimated. This type of tumor is entirely possible to disappear on its own if you cultivate your mind and are in a good mood."
Stark tilted his head and threw himself into the sofa, folding his arms and saying nothing. Schiller laughed and said, "Now you understand how uncomfortable the anxiety of work withdrawal is, right?"
"You damn, sinister psychiatrist, you dared to write that I am not fit for work in my psychological evaluation report!" Stark muttered, "It's as if you're saying that I'm crazy, or that my IQ has dropped. It's totally unreasonable..."
"Relax, this is a typical symptom. When you are suddenly pulled away from your busy work, you will wonder if the work will go wrong at any time without you, and you will wonder if the earth will really stop rotating without you. In fact, this is not the case."
"That's only for ordinary people." Stark stared at Schiller unkindly and said, "I'm sure the earth would stop spinning without me."
"I'm afraid I have to finish this matter before I can give you a recovery report." Schiller shrugged and said, "And it has to pass the review of the Glorious Alliance. I think at least our Mr. Hand of God is on my side."
"Because you questioned him on his professional issues, he will also use his professional experience to hit you hard and make you lose all votes. This time you can't buy him off with money."
"You damn, sinister doctors..."
Soon Pepper came in angrily, followed by Strange who was still in his surgical gown. As soon as he walked in, he said sarcastically: "Madam, I'm afraid that the medical idiot next to you is the culprit of the small structure in your uterus. The other culprit is God."
"What do you mean?" Stark jumped up.
"I mean, someone is suggesting that the most normal natural evolutionary outcome of aging and hormonal changes is a disease worse than cancer, but certainly not worse than his anti-intellectualism and anti-modern medicalism."
Pepper grabbed Stark who was about to rush up, smeared the checklist on his face and said, "Go on vacation, or I will fire you from the joint board of directors!"
"How could the board of directors possibly..."
"Your parents are on the board, Tony Stark! Don't force me to resort to the last resort of filing a complaint!"
Stark suddenly collapsed, held out his hands in frustration and said, "Okay, okay, ceasefire, baby."
Pepper rolled her eyes and strode out of the office.
Stark spread his hands towards Strange and Schiller, with an expression on his face saying, "Are you satisfied now?"
Schiller put his pen and notebook on his desk and said, "It's almost time to get off work, want to go have a drink?"
"I still have surgery." Strange was unmoved.
"Yes, you have been in surgery for more than 50 hours straight. I am suggesting that the hospital charge overnight rent for every inch of space on the operating room floor, including the laundry baskets, dryers, and even the trays for forceps."
"Nope, they'd lose all their neurosurgeons."
"If you don't go, I'm going to put an X on the psychological evaluation."
"Dirty shrink."
As the three of them walked toward the end of the corridor, the carpet laid out at dusk rolled in through the window. The busy doctors, nurses, patients, and their families were like fallen leaves floating past them. Amidst the always busy world of life, they enjoyed a moment of leisure at the tail end of autumn.
Meanwhile, Charles, walking in the hospital corridor, found that he had turned in the wrong direction, and it was almost dark.
Charles thought about it and felt that it was not cost-effective to turn around and go back. It was not impossible to go back from this side, so he walked towards the corridor with confidence.
The next second, his figure disappeared from the corridor.
(End of this chapter)