Chapter 2320: Psychic Assault (VI)

Chapter 2351 Psychic Assault (VI)

Back in the office, Schiller began to check Charles's file, which had just been sent to him. Of course, it was transferred from his original universe.

Many people think that the United States has no identity system, and the ID card is the driver's license, but in fact, that only exists among ordinary people at the bottom. People who have received elite education attach great importance to their education files. For example, academic qualifications, academic achievements, outstanding performance and recommendation letters will be placed in the education file. It can be said that this is the pass to the upper class.

Before applying for a certain teacher as a supervisor, you must first send your education file. After being selected, you can become the teacher's student. The 12 interns before Schiller were also carefully selected by him, and they are very likely to become the mainstay of the future psychology community.

But Charles got on the bus first and then paid for the ticket. Schiller knew that he had psychic abilities, so the education file didn't matter, but he still wanted the file. After all, there were 11 seniors in front of him, and he was the youngest. If his resume was not enough, it would be easy for other interns to have ideas.

After opening the thick archive, Schiller was still surprised. Wow, graduating from Harvard at the age of 16 was already his most unremarkable resume. Charles' earliest journal was published at the age of 11, and it was in the core area, mainly studying the relationship between psychology and brain science.

As we all know, for humans, brain science is still mainly a pie-in-the-sky subject. Most of the arguments come from certain experiments, and there is almost no completely universal theory that can be connected to all mental disciplines.

And the schools are also very complicated. Various theories have their own opinions. Publishing a journal seems to be a debate. Except for uniting against the soul doctrine of religious studies and theology, other times it is fighting against one's own people.

However, Charles can be regarded as a 21st century academic leader in unifying psychology, mental science, neurology and brain science and formulating a unified system and theory for them. Although the monographs he published are not in-depth, there is already such a trend.

As Schiller watched, he changed from reading the files to reading Charles's paper on the network of the universe through the Doujie system. He frowned, smiled, had a complicated expression, and was thoughtful.

"Doctor... Doctor, Doctor, are you listening?"

"Uh, what did you say?"

Charles said helplessly: "Just now a senior brother called and said that the manuscript fee for his last article has arrived, but he hasn't picked it up in the mailbox downstairs in the hospital. He wants to give it to you as the fund for our next dinner party."

"I don't need his money." Schiller stared at the screen intently and said: "Go to the mailbox downstairs to pick it up, take it for him first, and give it to him when he comes back from his business trip."

Charles nodded. Seeing that Schiller didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't stay in the office, but turned around to do other things.

In fact, he wanted to go downstairs to see the lady again. After all, he could feel that her condition was really bad before.

Charles was crazy during this period, but he was a good man after all. He thought that it was okay if he didn't know, but he had to pay more attention if he knew, otherwise it would be too late to regret if something unexpected happened.

The Presbyterian Hospital was very large, and because of the once vigorous movement to make the psychiatric department independent of other departments, the entire psychiatric department was given a separate building, which was a little far away from the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department. It was very late now.

Charles decided to pass by the previous ward on the way to dinner. After making sure that everything was fine, he ate in the cafeteria next door, and went to the mailbox in front to get money after dinner.

When he came to the corridor of the inpatient department, Charles heard that the husband named Oaks was on the phone, and it seemed that he was helping his clients solve some circuit problems.

Charles tiptoed over from the other side, looked in along the observation window, and found that the lady was standing in front of the window staring blankly out of the window.

Of course, the inpatient department is on the second floor, and the windows are locked well, so there is no possibility of jumping off the building. The newly prescribed medicine has arrived and is placed on the table. When the moonlight shines in, it casts a long shadow. The shape of the medicine bottle is stronger than the figure of this lady.

Charles heard the deep sorrow in her heart constantly echoing, and the echo appeared again and again, resisting but not disappearing at all, like a completely out of control music disc.

Charles knew that this was a compulsive manifestation of anxiety disorder. The specific manifestation is that the mind plays a picture repeatedly and uncontrollably, other thoughts flash by, and then this picture again, no matter how hard you try to forget it, you can't forget it, which will cause severe insomnia.

In Charles's view, the human brain is not that mysterious. It is a machine that can be completely analyzed. He saw that part of the lady's brain was broken, and those uncontrollable twitching nerves were constantly tormenting her.

And what controls these nerves is not some physiological pathology, but those painful memories are too painful, which makes Charles empathize and unbearable.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, but at this moment, the sensor light came on, and the footsteps showed that it was Oaks who came back. Charles simply fled in panic.

Charles kept thinking on the way to the cafeteria. He began to recall the clips that played in Lisa's mind. The beautiful life she imagined and the painful memories were intertwined, which was the most sad.

Soon Charles came to the cafeteria. Many people think that there are no cafeterias abroad, but in fact, it is just the opposite. Many cafeterias abroad are more like cafeterias than those in China, and are more in line with the temperament of casually dealing with a bite. In short, report to eat.

There are not many windows to choose from, and in fact, there is no use for more. It is not like what many people imagine. Foreign hospitals are not busy. They are basically small or regional hospitals. Large hospitals are busy not because there are many patients, but because most medical centers are medical and educational integration.

Take Presbyterian Hospital as an example. In fact, few people will say Presbyterian Hospital. They often say their affiliated hospitals. Columbia University Medical Center and Weill Cornell Medical Center are both medical schools of two universities and two hospitals. They both belong to Presbyterian Hospital and provide general medical treatment services.

However, the doctors here not only have to perform surgery to treat patients, but more often they are doing research and guiding students. Students here not only have to practice, but also have to attend classes. There are two large seminars a week, a famous teacher lecture once a week, and group meetings are held almost every day. The rest of the time is just memorizing and doing things. Memorizing and doing things.

This can very accurately screen out those who are not good at memorizing and those who are not good at doing things. The former are suitable for working in hospitals, and the latter are suitable for staying in medical centers to do research. This diversion process is often completed within these medical centers.

They can freely choose their own teaching teachers. Once they find that their direction is not suitable, they can change. After finding a suitable teaching teacher, there is a great chance that they will join the department where the teaching teacher is located in the future and become a chief surgeon or researcher.

Because the passing rate of Columbia University Medical School is so low, even at 9 o'clock in the evening, Charles can still see many students in the cafeteria who are reading materials on this tablet and stuffing food into their mouths.

Charles doesn't even need to read their minds to know that their minds are full of theoretical knowledge. Turning on the mind-reading technique is equivalent to traveling in the sea of ​​​​learning.

Charles ordered a sandwich and ate it while thinking about the lady today. At this time, a young man came over, sat down opposite him and said, "Hello, is anyone here?"

Charles shook his head and looked up at him. He was an ordinary black-haired young man, a little thin, but with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Then Charles looked around and found that there were indeed not many seats. It was understandable that the other party shared the table.

He saw a hamburger and a plate of boiled vegetables on the other party's plate. The cheese on the hamburger was almost overflowing, but the boiled vegetables seemed a bit bland. He also ordered two drinks, one of which was Coke and the other was orange juice, and it was obviously freshly squeezed sugar-free orange juice.

It's really strange, Charles thought, this person is really contradictory, it's hard to imagine that a person who would eat a triple cheeseburger would order an extra serving of boiled vegetables to supplement dietary vitamins, and he didn't think that people who drink Coke would like the bitter orange juice squeezed with the skin.

The man next to him stopped talking after he sat down. He bit his hamburger and ate some vegetables, his eyebrows drooped, and he looked a little listless.

"Are you okay?" Charles could clearly feel that the young man's brain waves were much weaker than those of ordinary people.

If nothing unexpected happened, Charles would not use his psychic ability the first time he met someone. He was not a voyeur. Moreover, the things in most people's minds were really unremarkable and there was nothing to see. If he didn't have to understand, he wouldn't waste his ability.

"I'm fine, I just transferred here." The young man sighed and said, "My name is David, what's your name?"

"Just call me Charlie, you look a little sleepy, did you review until late last night?"

"Stop talking." David immediately opened up, "I don't know why people here can study so late, I never studied until 3:00 in the morning when I was in Paris, but those people in the library just don't leave, I'm almost dying of them."

Charles immediately laughed and said, "The outside world has too many misunderstandings about American college life. They always think that we play basketball, have parties, and either pick up girls or go to bars for four years, and then these bastards will suddenly become elite talents one day."

"Isn't that the case?"

"Of course not, bastards There have always been, but most of them cannot graduate and go back to find a simple job to support their families. Elite talents are learned. The structure of the human brain determines that any learning is boring and hard, and no one can escape it. "

"But you have to take it easy." Charles looked at David's pale face and said, "One of our hospital was carried away two days ago. He died of overwork. It's just a pity for his teaching teacher. This guy only has 20 hours of internship time before graduation. I don't know why he is so anxious."

David shuddered immediately, with an embarrassed expression on his face, and said, "To be honest, I didn't want to come here. I originally wanted to study for a graduate degree and get a diploma, but my... one of my relatives insisted that I have talent in this area and must send me in. I am really exhausted. "

Charles paused for a moment. He keenly felt that something was wrong. It was not that there were no people with connections in the Presbyterian Hospital, but that this guy who seemed to be a person with connections was actually learning, and although he said he was tired, he seemed to have really kept up.

If he really couldn't learn anything, he wouldn't have exhausted himself like this if he wanted to just muddle through.

The threshold for learning medicine in English-speaking countries is very high. People who have not entered the field at all don't know any professional words, and can't even read them, let alone memorize them. Everything they read seems like a book of heaven, and there is no place to work hard, so naturally they can't tire themselves out.

At the moment when he subconsciously turned on his mind-reading ability, Charles was stunned. In an instant, the storm of thought seemed to be real, blowing away the paper in the hands of the student next to him.

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