Chapter 1045: Shocking the Ordinary People (Twenty-Two)

"You may not know that psychology and psychiatry are very young disciplines." Steve sighed and said, "When I was a teenager, I heard a lot of horror stories about mental hospitals."

"Some of them are rumors, but some are real. Many mental hospitals in Europe even exhibit some rare cases of mental patients as animals, sell tickets, and attract attention."

Steve hugged his arms and lowered his head. There was a trace of struggle on his face. Stark put away his armor and walked to his side. When he turned to look at him, he saw Howard's shadow in his expression.

Stark remembered clearly that his father had such an expression when he was drunk and leaning on the laboratory table. At that time, the good old days that appeared in his mouth seemed to be covered with a layer of gray shadow that no one could see clearly.

Steve looked at the lights on in the emergency room and the shadowy figures through the door. He took a deep breath as if he had regained his courage, and then said:

"The medical level of that era may seem ridiculous to you, even crude and primitive, but if ordinary medical technology is like primitive people, then the treatment of mental illness is like paramecium."

"If a person is crazy, let him take sleeping pills to calm down. If a person wants to attack others, knock him unconscious and tie him up until he recovers. This is even the method adopted by more civilized psychiatric hospitals, while those less civilized ones..."

Steve pursed his lips. He seemed to still be reluctant to actively expose the darkness of the past, and Feeling a little uncomfortable, he still insisted: "If Schiller is really from the same generation as me, then this kind of medical accident is very normal."

"The doctor at first gave him insufficient medication, causing him to lose control and hurt a person who was good to him, leaving him with a deeper psychological trauma. This can't even be called a medical accident in that era. After all, he still received some treatment."

Steve showed a sad look and concluded somewhat decadently: "That was an era that did not allow people to be weak."

"If you express opinions that are contrary to public opinion, you will be regarded as a lunatic. If your behavior is abnormal, you will be sent to a mental hospital. The real mentally ill can only spend their lives in a dark cell. Schiller is already considered Lucky."

Steve closed his eyes in some pain and said, "All the motivation I got from that era, all my nostalgia for it, is actually because I was lucky enough to be transformed and have abilities far beyond ordinary people."

"In the backward era, there are too many ordinary people suffering, and even no records are obtained. I know this, so I feel guilty for my nostalgia..."

Steve took a deep breath and wanted to say the next sentence, but Stark reached out and patted his shoulder, and took the initiative to say: "In other words, because of some accidents, Schiller left a psychological shadow, but why, he never showed it before, but this time it suddenly broke out?"

Strange narrowed his eyes and said, "No, maybe he didn't It was never shown, but we didn't notice it. "

After saying that, he recalled to himself: "When Schiller and I first met, it was at a very important joint consultation at the Presbyterian Hospital. In addition to neurological diseases, the patient also had certain psychological problems. Therefore, a psychologist was needed to participate in the consultation. "

"At that time, I arrived at the consultation site first, but until the agreed consultation start time, the consultation did not mean to start. I asked the assistant next to me, and he said that someone was late. "

Strange frowned. Obviously, for him, it was not a good memory. He sighed and said: "I was just thinking about who was so bold to miss the consultation I attended. Don't you know that my time is more valuable than gold? "

"At this time, Schiller came in..." Strange showed a complex expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said: "You don't know how bad his condition was at that time. He was drunk all over. It's okay to be drunk, but his uniform was not neat, his name tag was worn upside down, and there was powder from nowhere on his glasses. He was a rotten drug addict..."

Stark silently looked back at the door of the emergency room to make sure that Schiller would not suddenly rush out and punch him, so he also lowered his voice and said: "When I first met him, he was not much better. Although my condition was not good, his condition was the same. "

"He looked like he had been up all night for a long time, even more than me, and he was definitely not a fitness enthusiast. He exuded a decadent atmosphere all over his body. "Stark shook his head and continued: "This is not me slandering him. For a long time, his condition was not very good. "

"In other words, you say that Dr. Schiller used to be an alcoholic?" Peter frowned deeply and said: "This is completely different from the Dr. Schiller I know! He has been an exceptionally good doctor for as long as I have known him.”

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Schiller is indeed an excellent doctor and very patient with you. He is a good teacher of yours, but it cannot be denied that he was not in a good condition when he first met us."

"I think the situation at that time might be the same as now. His mental trauma caused his mental illness to break out, and he could only drink to relieve his sorrow." Strange sighed and said, "Well, if I knew he was a mental patient, I should be more careful about what I said."

"But at that time, he didn't develop to the point of self-harm?!" Matt raised an objection: "This wound is caused by himself, right?"

Matt pointed out a fact that several people had already seen. Judging from Schiller's strength, if he hadn't suddenly self-harmed himself, it would be almost impossible for someone to leave such a deep wound on him. After all, he was a ball of mist, how could mist get hurt?

If Schiller had been immersed in his own psychological trauma before, then the reason why he didn't develop to self-harm was probably because his life had changed a little and something distracted his attention. Stark touched his chin and analyzed it with the psychological theory he had read before.

"What you are talking about is most likely us." Steve made a judgment: "During that period, he met several of us one after another, and then threw himself into busy work."

"But the reason for his illness this time should be that he was too busy. The dual pressure of physical and psychological pressure caused his mental illness to relapse."

"Now is not the time to discuss the cause of the disease." Strange folded his arms and said: "It has happened. We have to discuss how to heal Schiller's soul trauma. We can't let him be injured like this, right?"

"Soul trauma, don't you magicians have any unique insights?" Stark turned to look at him, Strange touched his chin and said: "In fact, the so-called soul trauma and the current theory of mental illness also have certain commonalities."

"When a person encounters some major changes, the soul will become unstable, and at this time, small scars may appear , and if the scar is stimulated again and expanded, in terms of medical theory, it is a mental illness, and in terms of magic theory, it is a soul trauma. "

"Schiller's wound may have existed originally, from his previous experience in the mental hospital, and this time, because of excessive busyness, and..."

Strange hesitated for a moment, glanced at a few people, and they all lowered their heads in shame, so he also sighed and continued: "The accidents that happened one after another with us caused him to be stimulated again, and the wound of the soul collapsed."

"It's all my fault." Peter said dejectedly: "At that time, I saw that Dr. Schiller was in a bad state, and I was busy talking to myself. At that time, I should have turned around and left..."

Steve also pinched his eyebrows and said: "At that time, I also felt something was wrong. Schiller never drank, why did he suddenly ask me to drink?"

After that, several people turned their attention to Stark again.

Stark pursed his lips and said awkwardly: "Okay, okay, you are all considerate and kind people, but I thought he wanted money more than life."

"I am ready for my medical expenses this quarter, which will make me work for nothing for half a year."

After that, he stamped his feet on the spot, touched the stubble on his chin and said: "So, how to treat his injury?"

"Later, I will transfer Schiller to the mirror space, and then let the great wizard of Kamar-Taj draw a healing array to see if his soul strength can be improved by strong energy injection."

"Wait a moment, after the doctor withdraws, I will let my mecha bring some monitoring equipment to record his physical changes..."

Several people gathered together to study how to improve Schiller's condition. At this time, Schiller, lying in the emergency room, seemed particularly calm inside the thinking tower.

Marvel Schiller, with a hideous wound on his neck, smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders to the superego, and said:

"Sorry, I prefer money to life."

The superego shook his head helplessly, as if he had expected this, and said: "You should know that what Schiller had experienced in his memory is an indelible psychological trauma for all personality fragments. The autism we suffer from has never been truly cured.

"Therefore, no matter which personality trait floats up, once overworked, the anxiety and pressure generated will exceed our upper limit, triggering a traumatic stress response, which will cause injury."

The superego looked Marvel Schiller up and down and said: "They are going to treat you now. If you want to rest, you can temporarily not float up, or let Arrogance take over."

"Forget it, I'll stay in a coma." Marvel Schiller shrugged his shoulders and said: "Anyway, no matter how they toss, as long as no personality trait floats up, I won't wake up. "

Superego nodded and said nothing, then turned and left. After he left, Marvel Schiller showed an inexplicable smile.

Not long after, a figure appeared at the door of the asylum. The scar from his mandible to the clavicle was so deep and conspicuous, and the blood kept flowing, making half of his body dark red.

He walked straight in and walked towards the door at the end.

A figure holding a knife rushed out at a very fast speed and blocked him, but when he saw the scar on his neck, he froze there.

Marvel Schiller raised his head, stretched out his hand, and deeply inserted it into the wound on the side of his neck. When the blood spurted out, Moonlight Schiller took two steps back and shook his head vigorously, as if he had seen some illusions.

"You did it." Marvel Schiller took a step forward and said in a low voice: "You know who you hurt like this before, and you know what serious consequences such injuries would bring to an ordinary person."

Marvel Schiller pressed harder and harder, and Moonlight Schiller's hands began to tremble, and he was a little unable to lift the knife. He stared at Marvel Schiller and said:

"Greed, you are crazy! That is our common scar, and you will collapse and bleed because of it..."

As he said, the wound on the side of Marvel Schiller's neck began to get deeper and deeper, until it covered half of his chest, but there was no pain in his eyes. He said: "I know, but I don't care."

"No Schiller can not care." Moonlight Schiller had no way to retreat, and the door was in front of him. Marvel Schiller did not intend to talk nonsense with him anymore, and rushed up directly.

Moonlight Schiller raised his hand to block, but in his eyes, the face of Schiller opposite him began to flicker constantly, and another person's face appeared. The trembling arms and terrible hallucinations made him unable to resist, and the umbrella knife was knocked off in an instant. He just wanted to shout, and the next second, he was strangled by the neck and pressed against the wall.

There was nothing in Marvel Schiller's eyes, only endless greedy flames, like flying dandelions ignited by thunder and fire on the vast grassland.

The muscles of his bloody arms were stretched, and his fingers were exerted. Moonlight Schiller kept struggling and groaning in pain, until finally, he didn't even have the strength to shout for the superego and completely fainted.

Marvel Schiller threw Moonlight Schiller aside like throwing away garbage, turned around and picked up the umbrella knife that he had knocked away, grabbed the umbrella handle, and inserted it into the keyhole.

As the door slowly opened, Schiller saw the body lying on the bed and showed a crazy and dangerous smile.

"Found you."

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