mtl008 Chapter 2349 Psychic Assault (4)
Chapter 2349 Psychic Assault (4)
Chapter 2349: Psychic Assault (IV)
Charles, sitting in the chair, narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the brain waves of the doctor in front of him were constantly changing, with considerable ups and downs. Obviously, he was thinking about something that required him to make a decision, but it didn't look like a good thing, because the smile at the corner of his mouth reminded Charles of a seasoned fox.
But sometimes Charles thought that the difference between a hunter and a fox was not that big. Perhaps he didn't know that the person sitting in front of him was a hunter, a hunter with amazing talent and born superiority.
Before coming here, Charles investigated Schiller's background. He didn't just learn everything about him from Nick Fury. In fact, he could hear many rumors about this doctor from the complicated voices in the hospital.
There are many rumors, but most of them have one thing in common: no matter how the medical staff view Schiller Rodriguez, they all fully appreciate his professionalism and believe that he is an excellent psychologist.
But this was not what Charles wanted. This kind of general compliment would not give him any advantage in the subsequent conversation. What he wanted was some more private information, or simply gossip.
Contrary to the doctor's gentle appearance, there were always rumors about him in the hospital, and what interested Charles most were some rumors about Schiller's personal style.
Is Schiller a good doctor? Of course, but is he really a good person? The overwhelming majority of people think that he is not necessarily a good person.
After summarizing all the voices, Charles found that people had mixed opinions about Dr. Schiller. One of the most criticized was that when he was working at the Presbyterian Hospital, he missed several very important consultations and was often late, delaying many big and small matters.
The rumors about his lateness were not very friendly. More than one nurse said they had smelled alcohol on the doctor, and some more professional doctors saw signs of dilated pupils and thought he might have a history of drug addiction.
But in fact, in hospitals on the East Coast, as long as you have strong professional skills, no one cares about your private life. Instead, the most criticized thing is that Dr. Schiller does not seem to have his own psychologist, which is completely inconsistent with professional standards.
Although it sounds like a nesting doll that a psychologist also needs to have his own psychologist, it is actually very necessary because there is an important judgment indicator in the process of psychotherapy called self-perception. You must first be able to anchor yourself before you can treat.
If you are not comprehensive and focused enough on your own feelings, you will not be able to use yourself as an anchor to judge whether the condition of others is normal. The harm caused by a sick psychologist may be more serious than allowing the patient's condition to continue to deteriorate.
Because in the doctor-patient relationship of a psychiatrist, the status of the two is completely unequal. A psychiatrist whose mental state is not normal is likely to have a tendency to manipulate. This will not only fail to solve the problems the patient is facing now, but may also create more and worse problems for him.
Many psychiatric colleagues who worked with Schiller have reported this problem to their superiors. Schiller is out of control and unpredictable. Even if he appears stable and normal now, it does not mean that this will continue.
However, people's views on Schiller have improved recently because he finally has his own psychiatrist, who is none other than Professor X of this universe.
Because Charles knows himself very well, he also thinks he understands the elderly Professor Xavier. Ever since he discovered his mutant abilities, he has found that these abilities seem to increase with age. It is difficult for him to imagine how strong Charles Xavier, who has lived for most of his life, can be.
After discovering that this universe's elderly Professor X has become Schiller's psychiatrist, young Charles has to reconsider his plans for Schiller.
That's right, he has his own plan to deal with Dr. Schiller Rodriguez, which is not just a simple and crude way of snooping into his mind or manipulating his brain.
Judging from the few words Nick Fury told him, this doctor occupies an extremely important position in the solar system development plan of this universe. Young Charles believes that his own universe will sooner or later go down this path, so influencing a very important figure will definitely enhance the status of his own family and the mutant community.
This kind of influence cannot be crude manipulation, because the other party is also a psychologist. Once he realizes that something is wrong, it will inevitably backfire. Instead, it must be subtle and imperceptible, not easy to be detected.
Even if it is just a simple attempt to win favor, it is not a complete waste. Every point that can be added to the impression will be added. Of course, if there is a chance to go further, Charles will never give up.
Many people say that judging from the plots presented by Marvel, mutants seem to have appeared suddenly, and there is neither a plan to deal with them nor an attempt to solve the problem in society, and many plots seem too unrealistic.
But in fact, in the 20s when young Xavier lived, they had made countless attempts. Even after discovering that their son was a mutant, Charles' parents used their money and power to influence the formulation of certain policies.
But unfortunately, mutants are indeed a completely uncontrollable bomb. If they are too weak, they will be bullied; if they are too strong, they will be feared. This is the eternal law of society and no one can change it. Xavier wants to find his own way, but he is still exploring.
So he asked, "What do you think of mutants?"
Schiller stopped writing the medical records. He looked up at Charles. The doubt in his deep blue eyes did not seem fake. So he spoke very carefully: "I can't say that the problem of mutants in our universe has been completely solved, but I think that judging from the average situation of all universes, we are relatively good."
"What did they do?" Charles was referring to the leader of the mutants. He thought it might be himself, but there might be someone else. He had not checked it yet and did not have time to verify it.
"They've gone out." Schiller emphasized to him: "As the Earth's pace of exploring the universe advances, mutants will inevitably make changes. They have their own advantages, so they are one step ahead."
“Are they happy with the situation?”
"There are still differences, but the vast majority of people are thinking and working in basically the same direction." Schiller sighed softly, stood up from his chair, walked to the bookshelf behind him, and began to look through the books.
"At least the vast majority of mutants are not satisfied with what they have now. In the past, they didn't know what they wanted, nor did they know how to make changes. But now they at least have a universal path to choose from. If Earth doesn't work, then the Andromeda Galaxy is the way to go."
Charles nodded. He could understand what Schiller said. In the era he lived in, many mutants were sad and indignant, and even took action to protest, but they actually had no choice.
They either choose to endure or to resist, either to live or to die. They cannot choose not to fight to the end, nor can they choose to leave, because they have nowhere to go. They are strangers in their hometown and outcasts among their fellow party members.
Perhaps separating ordinary people from mutants would be a good way, Charles thought, but it depends on whether the mutants' new home is better than Earth.
Just as he thought of this, he heard Schiller say: "This is not a kind of division and racial segregation. All mutants who can leave the earth must first recognize the identity of the pan-human civilization circle and recognize that they are a member of the human race, not a new race living in the solar system."
Charles frowned, shook his head and said, "But I think we are very different, so different that there is almost no basis for finding a sense of identity."
"Really?" Schiller turned around and looked at him with a smile. Charles felt a little confused because he didn't know what Schiller was laughing at.
Are they laughing at his youth? But the vast majority of young mutants hold completely the opposite view. They believe that there is still a possibility for mutants and humans to seek common ground while reserving differences, rather than being extremely pessimistic and thinking that they are not the same race at all.
This kind of thinking of Charles can only appear in the minds of some weathered old mutants. The more they see, the more pessimistic they become. Schiller should also understand this truth.
"Let's talk about your internship first." Schiller changed the subject and said, "I think it is not advisable to blindly reduce the supervision time, but it is not good to delay it too much. But we can make the standard for judging whether the supervision time is sufficient more flexible."
"What you mean is..."
"If you think you've learned enough, then apply for a test. You know it won't be a licensure exam. A certificate won't mean anything to you."
"So what are you going to take the test for?"
“Maybe it’s a lot,” Schiller said. “Or we can be optimistic and feel like you’ll never learn enough.”
"That's impossible." Charles stood up from his chair and said, "I am fully confident that I can cure every patient in the world."
“I hope you can always maintain this confidence.”
"Then come on." Charles was eager to try. He said, "What should I do now? Go to the ward rounds? Or do you have any difficult patients? Leave it to me and I will help you deal with him."
"I'm going to visit a patient now." Schiller lowered his head, his tone became heavy, and he said, "I just gave her emergency psychological intervention, but she still lost her child."
Charles' expression froze. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, but what happened to her?"
Schiller handed him the medical record he had just written. The more Charles read, the tighter his brows frowned. After a while, he put down the case and said, "You took too few intervention measures, doctor. You should have taken more radical actions to ensure the safety of the mother and child."
“Do you think you could do more?”
"At least I will try more actively." Charles looked at Schiller seriously and said, "Instead of just giving suggestions, I will be hindered by the rules of the medical system and the opinions of others."
Schiller shook his head and said nothing. He turned and walked out the door, and Charles looked at his back.
Those rumors may be partially true, especially those about private life, but the professional part still needs to be considered, and Charles does not fully believe it at the moment.
(End of this chapter)