Chapter 3 Stark's Sky-High Psychological Treatment

The Stark that Schiller saw was indeed on the verge of madness. His mental state was in a mess. With telepathy, Schiller could get a headache from his chaotic and tangled thoughts through the wall.

Schiller took a deep breath and walked in. Stark raised his eyes, rolled his eyes, and gave Schiller a big white eye.

Although he looked a little haggard, he was not embarrassed. The consequence of wanting to save face was that Schiller could feel that he was on the verge of collapse, but he just didn't want to show it in front of Pepper.

Schiller coughed. Pepper glanced at Stark worriedly, then turned and left. Schiller sat across from Stark. Schiller said, "Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question? "

"What do you want to ask? Are you talking about philosophy with me in a pretentious manner? Or are you talking about those useless psychological theories?"

"Ahem, none of that. I just wanted to ask how much my hourly wage is?"

Stark was obviously stunned by this question. He said in great surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said I wanted to know how much my counseling would cost because I was so drunk when Ms. Pepper was discussing the price with me that I forgot all about it when I woke up," Schiller said.

Stark's native language at this time was Speechless. He waved his hand and said: "You shouldn't choose an abstract topic that is commonly used by psychiatrists...for example, the meaning of life, the object of sorrow, and other topics... "

"Yes, that is the next step, after officially starting counseling, but I have to confirm first whether you can afford my psychological counseling fee."

Stark's eyes widened and he said in shock: "What did you say?! Do you know who I am! God, are you a primitive person? Don't you know me? Don't you know this is Stark Tower? ?"

"Yes, I know you are rich, Mr. Stark, but how much money you have and how much you are willing to offer are two different things."

"……How much do you want?"

"One million dollars an hour, no negotiation."

"Here it is! Here it is! You philistine lunatic doctor, are you crazy? One million dollars! I can invite a dozen beauties on the yacht..."

"I vaguely heard that someone said he was very rich."

Stark was really speechless by Schiller. He said: "Are you sent by Pepper to punish me? Very good! Go tell her! She succeeded! I have already explained the party I threw last time It’s just to say goodbye to those ex-girlfriends, not to do anything else, why doesn’t she believe it!”

"A dozen beauties on a yacht aren't going to make you any better, sir, especially when you feel like you're dying," Schiller said.

Stark's exaggerated body movements stopped. He stiffened for a moment and looked back at Schiller with suspicious eyes.

Schiller sat there calmly and said: "You are very afraid of death now, but perhaps what scares you most is not death, but the lack of a chance to redeem your mistakes..."

"Shit. Who are you? Who are you?" Stark's emotions started to get excited. He said, "Did Pepper say something to you... No, she doesn't know either, you..."

Stark stared straight at Schiller and said, "Don't do these tricks with me. I don't believe there is any damn mind-reading ability in this world."

“There is no such thing as mind reading, there is only psychology,” Schiller said.

He stood up and said to Stark: "You can continue to perfunctory. Anyway, my consultation fee is one million US dollars an hour. If we wait for a while, I can buy a new car."

Stark was troubled by his sometimes serious and sometimes random words. He said, "How did you see that? With that ridiculous psychology?"

"That's not important. What's important is that the only advice I can give you is that it's best to solve the problem of death first. Of course, you may think what I say is simple."

"But the method is..."

Schiller stopped, and Stark stared at him. Schiller said, "Pay a 50% deposit in advance, and then we will start the next treatment."

Stark's head was smoking and his nose was sneezing. He was so angry that Schiller laughed. He picked up the phone and called Pepper and said: "My sweetheart, where did you hire a vampire doctor from?...Yes, he I was given a consultation fee of one million US dollars per hour..."

Schiller grabbed the phone directly and said: "Miss Pepper, Mr. Stark's calculation unit for one million U.S. dollars is a beauty on a yacht..."

Then he hung up the phone, shook the phone and said, "The money will arrive in five minutes."

Stark still stared at him.

Stark crossed his arms and said, "Go on, I want to see what you can say."

"What have you been running from?"

"What? What am I running away from?"

"You'd better ask yourself, the answer is hidden here. I'm not referring to Miss Pepper's fatal phone call or the ambiguous text messages from my ex-girlfriend. I'm serious..."

Schiller leaned on the table and crossed his arms. He pushed up his glasses and said, "I have never seen such a strange case. It is very unique and very rare..."

Stark shuddered and said, "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me."

"You are not as ridiculous as you appear. I know a man who is very similar to you. He disguises himself as a playboy, like a fool who lives his life and never thinks about tomorrow."

"But he's smart, too smart, so he's been waiting for someone to give him an answer, and that answer comes from...his past."

Stark looked at Schiller, and Schiller looked at him. Stark whispered: "I will give you two million dollars, leave here, and I will tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective. I..."

"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Pepper is listening right now." Schiller said.

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Stark was silent, and Schiller said: "Two million dollars, I will tell you a method that really works."

"Deal."

"The past that you are most afraid of has all the answers you want. I have seen it in the news. The founder of Stark Group, your father..."

"Enough." Stark said. He turned around, and Schiller couldn't see his expression. Stark's voice was a little trembling. He said: "Pepper will transfer the consulting fee to you, leave here."

"... He will be willing to give you a second life, God bless you."

"Leave here!!!"

After Schiller left, Stark smashed the wine glass on the table, and in the office of SHIELD, Nick Fury pressed the headset and said: "Go and investigate a psychiatrist named Schiller immediately. I want to get all his information immediately."

After Schiller left, the account quickly received a large sum of money. He thought happily that although Stark was difficult to deal with now, he got what he paid for. He was still happy to help this dog owner solve his problems.

And soon, there was another surprise, that is, Schiller found that he could copy Spider-Man's ability.

It turned out that the lack of this function before was not a system failure, but Peter had not been bitten yet. Now his spider ability has appeared, and Schiller can naturally copy it.

Schiller clicked on copy, and he got "Spider Sense (low level)". Compared with the shock of the moment of telepathy, this time seemed mediocre. Schiller felt that his five senses were slightly improved, that is, he could see farther and hear more clearly. As for intuition, Schiller has not felt it yet.

He felt a little regretful. It would be better if he could have the physical strength of Spider-Man. However, it was a weakened version anyway. It was estimated that it would only slightly improve the athletic ability, and it was far from being able to fly into the sky and into the ground.

Spider-Man did not have such great power at the beginning. His spider ability was gradually developed. At present, it seems that it should be just a little beyond ordinary people, not too exaggerated.

But now that the story of Spider-Man has begun, Peter's uncle may also be in trouble. Schiller thought about it and sent a message to Peter. He said: "How are you? Do you want to come to the hospital? I am a doctor and can introduce you to a reliable trauma doctor." Peter's reply came quickly. He said: "Wow! You are a doctor, so cool. Which hospital do you work in? What kind of doctor is it? Is it an orthopedic surgeon? But I don't think I need a surgeon. I am very happy now. I think Gwen will agree to my pursuit soon..." Schiller said: "I advise you to come for a check-up. Being bitten by an animal is not a joke. It's a good opportunity for us to meet..." Peter obviously hesitated. After all, it is not a good idea to meet an online friend at this time. He just got the ability of spiders and was very excited. He didn't want to do anything else. Schiller said: "I think you can take Miss Gwen with you. Get up, I'm at the Presbyterian Hospital. I can give you a free full physical examination, and then you can go to the nearby cafe..."

Peter was a little tempted. First, his family situation was not good, so he had no chance to have any physical examinations. Moreover, every New Yorker had heard of the name of the Presbyterian Hospital. He said, "Thank you, but I want to take my uncle and aunt with me. They are old. Of course, this may be a bit too much. If not, just pretend I didn't say it."

Schiller thought about it and thought it might be better. He said, "Okay, I'll make an appointment for you this weekend. You can also try to invite Miss Gwen and her family. I have plenty of appointments."

Peter happily called Gwen. You know, he has always been helped by Gwen. Because his family conditions are not good, Gwen always brings him snacks and yogurt. Peter always feels that he can't help Gwen, so he has always felt guilty.

But this is a good opportunity to make up for it. The Presbyterian Hospital is not so easy to enter. Even if Gwen's father is the chief of the New York Police Department, if you want to make an appointment for a full physical examination, you still have to queue up for a long time, or you can't make an appointment at all.

Peter felt that things were going really well for him recently. First, he had super powers, and the friend he met online turned out to be a doctor in a big hospital and seemed to be his attending physician. Now his uncle and aunt would no longer think that he was wasting his time chatting online.