Chapter 2331: Psychic Assault (XVII)

Chapter 2362 Psychic Assault (Seventeen)

Unfortunately, Jarvis's words came true. Before it got dark, Pepper came in holding Stark's neck.

Pepper looked very healthy, in fact, a little too healthy. Schiller looked the lady up and down and found that she looked ten years younger, with thick hair and ruddy face. On the contrary, Stark next to him had two dark circles under his eyes and looked like a thief in the night.

Not caring at all that this was the psychiatric department of the Presbyterian Hospital, not Schiller's small clinic, Pepper began her story as usual.

In fact, it was not difficult to understand. Since discovering that Pepper was sick, Stark had entered a state where he would have the floor quality checked three times if a cockroach on the roadside kicked its legs. In short, he was extremely anxious.

In theory, Stark, who had seen a lot of things, would not get sick because of this, but after the earth's technology entered the explosive period, Stark was busy all the time. It was common for him to work for hundreds of hours with the magic core inserted.

If he just worked hard in the laboratory like before, it would not be a big deal for him, but as we all know, when a business is too big, there will be all kinds of problems. The most energy-consuming thing in scientific research is not the scientific research itself, but solving all the troubles so that he can focus on scientific research.

Stark fell into this state. He was eager to solve all the external troubles so that he could return to the laboratory, but his current position meant that those troubles were destined to be endless.

Today this country and that country are fighting for patents, tomorrow that country's satellites are occupying the road of other countries, and the technology announced the day after has problems in practice.

If Stark is ruthless, he can ignore it, but the problem is that he is a perfectionist. Once it comes to various technologies, he has to take a look.

But many times technology is just an excuse. People just want him to settle the lawsuit, or simply to prove their correctness.

After the third industrial revolution, although the countries are harmonious on the surface and generally united, human beings are like this, and there are many small 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 barely managed to cope with it.

But soon humans strode into the interstellar era, and things in the interstellar society became even more complicated. Through Asgard, humans began to exchange technology with some civilizations in the middle stage of development. Stark had to keep an eye on them all the time for fear that humans would suffer losses, and he would not give in when bargaining.

While paying attention to the international situation, watching the experiments, and keeping 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 has this experience is at risk of exhausting himself to death.

So when Pepper's body also had problems, the pressure accumulated by overwork broke out completely, and Stark's anxiety disorder began to break out uncontrollably again, and he refused to take medicine as always.

"I'm not sick, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest for a while." Stark said, adjusting his collar.

"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 something wrong with the psychological assessment system you wrote?"

Stark was choked, and he said stubbornly: "How is it possible? The system I wrote is fine, maybe the alarm is broken."

"Stop, ladies and gentlemen." Schiller knocked on 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 ignored Schiller completely. They started arguing among themselves, and thought that what Schiller said now was nothing more than comforting words for patients with anxiety disorders.

Schiller cleared his throat and said, "There is a super time bomb wandering in our hospital now. If it explodes, not only the earth, but probably half of the Milky Way will be blown up, and the universe may also be restarted by the explosion."

The two finally quieted down and looked at Schiller with wide eyes.

"Do you want 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 is still growing, and he is a mental patient and can't control himself."

Stark took a breath.

From Professor X and Magneto, we can know how powerful Omega-level mutants are. Now there are not just one but more than 200. More importantly, the other party is a lunatic. If this gets out of control, everyone will not have to worry.

"Where did it come from?" Stark asked puzzledly.

"You have to ask Charles, but this is not the point now. If you are confident 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, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his frown became. He looked at the case, then at Schiller, and then at Schiller again, and finally looked at Schiller and said, "Are you sure he is Charles Xavier's son?"

"Of course, I know what you are thinking, but from a pathological point of view, we have two completely opposite symptoms."

"Okay, I don't understand those, but what measures do you think we should take?" Stark thought for a while and said, "If the explosion power can really reach the cosmic level, it is better to be careful."

"Don't worry, I am absolutely sure that he will not explode, and there are other ways to explode." Schiller touched his chin and said, "The problem is that we can't let him be in a state where he can 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 check uterine fibroids that are no bigger than a human fingernail. In addition, 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 doctors in the universe said so! I said it will heal on its own, as long as you don't bother me again!!!"

"But he is a psychologist..."

"Then I'll find another most professional doctor!"

Stark helplessly watched Pepper's back go away. Schiller sighed, turned his pen and said, "Although I am a psychologist, 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 completely possible under the condition of meditation and good mood. I disappear by myself."

Stark tilted his head and threw himself into the sofa, hugging his arms and not speaking. Schiller laughed in a low voice and said, "Now you understand how uncomfortable the anxiety of work withdrawal is, right?"

"You damn, insidious psychologist, you dare to write unsuitable for work on my psychological assessment report!" Stark muttered, "It's as if you are saying that I'm crazy, or my IQ has dropped, which is simply unreasonable..."

"Relax, this is a typical symptom. When you suddenly withdraw from your busy work, you will doubt whether your work will go wrong at any time without you, and whether the earth will really stop without you. In fact, it is not the case."

"That's only for ordinary people." Stark stared at Schiller with a bad look and said, "I'm sure this The earth really won't turn 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."

"And because you questioned him on his professional issues, he will also use his professional experience to hit you hard, so that you won't get a single vote. This time you can't buy him off with money."

"You damn, insidious doctors..."

Soon Pepper walked in angrily, followed by Strange, who hadn't taken off his surgical gown. As soon as he walked in, he said sarcastically, "Ma'am, I'm afraid the medical idiot next to you is the culprit of the small structure in your uterus, and the other culprit is God."

"What do you mean?" Stark jumped up.

"What I mean is that some people think that the most normal natural evolutionary result of aging and hormonal changes is a disease more serious than cancer, of course, no more serious than his anti-intellectualism and anti-modern medicalism. "

Pepper grabbed Stark who was about to rush up, and smeared the checklist on his face and said: "Go on vacation, or I will jointly fire you with the board of directors!"

"How could the board of directors..."

"Your parents, Tony Stark, are on the board of directors! Don't force me to use the last resort of complaining!"

Stark suddenly collapsed, stretched out his hands in frustration and said: "Okay, okay, ceasefire agreement, baby."

Pepper rolled his eyes and strode out of the office.

Stark spread his hands to Strange and Schiller, and the expression on his face showed that you are satisfied now.

Schiller put the pen and notebook on the desk and said: "It's almost time to get off work, go have a drink?"

"I still have surgery." Strange was unmoved.

"Yes, you have been doing surgery for more than 50 hours in a row. I am suggesting that the hospital charge overnight rent for every inch of space on the operating room floor, including dirty clothes baskets, dryers, and even trays for tweezers. ”

“No chance, they’ll lose all their neurosurgeons.”

“If you don’t go, I’ll cross out the psychological evaluation.”

“Despicable psychiatrist.”

As the three of them walked toward the end of the corridor, the carpet of dusk rolled in through the window. The busy doctors, nurses, patients, and their families were like fallen leaves floating by them. In this always busy world, they enjoyed a moment of leisure at the tail end of autumn.

At the same time, Charles, walking in the hospital corridor, found that he had turned in the wrong direction. It was almost dark.

Charles thought about it and felt that it was not worthwhile to turn around and go back. It was not impossible to go back from this side, so he walked towards the corridor boldly.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the corridor.