Chapter 6: “Unfortunate” Resignation

When he went to bed at night, Schiller found that he could actually stay in Marvel forever. He could take a nap, go back to DC, continue sleeping in DC, and then go back to Marvel. Anyway, time didn't go by in DC, so he could stay in Marvel forever and not breathe the smog in Gotham City.

But the good times didn't last long. Before Schiller could take Peter and his family for a physical examination on the weekend, SHIELD came to the door.

It was another working day. Schiller had just finished his rounds and was using the doctor's internal system to help Peter's family make an appointment for a physical examination when his office door was knocked. Schiller sat behind his desk without looking up. Suddenly, his spider sense vibrated. He looked up vigilantly and saw a strange man standing in front of the door.

"Hey, doctor, don't be nervous, I'm Coulson, an agent of SHIELD." The man saw Schiller's nervousness. Schiller glanced at him over his glasses and said, "Let's go out and talk. These are all my patients."

Coulson nodded hurriedly, and the two went downstairs together and sat down in the cafe next to the hospital. Schiller frowned and said, "Is there no one in your SHIELD? Or is it difficult to find a female agent who can wear a nurse's uniform?"

Coulson was a little confused about Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't ordinary people show fear or rejection when such an agent suddenly comes to their door? It seems that the boss is right. There is definitely something wrong with Schiller.

Schiller was a little impatient. He said, "I've been late for one day and absent from work for one day. The whole clinic knows that I stay up late, drink and take drugs. If you insist on making trouble for me, can you wait until this is over? I will be fired!"

"But according to our information, you are just a temporary psychological consultant hired by Presbyterian Hospital. You are only filling in for the director of the psychiatric department because he is not here..."

"Does it matter? I really need this job now. What if you make me lose my job?"

Coulson said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller. We didn't mean to bother you. It's just that we heard that you are Mr. Stark's psychological consultant. We want to know more about his mental condition. Of course, we will pay the consultation fee on time..."

"One million dollars an hour."

"Puff!" Coulson sprayed out a mouthful of coffee. He wiped his mouth and said, "If you refuse, you don't have to make such an excuse..."

"If you can't afford it, don't come to see the doctor." Schiller rolled his eyes and stood up to leave, acting like an unscrupulous quack.

Coulson didn't even stop him. After Schiller left, he pressed the headset and said, "There must be something fishy in that hospital. He was anxious to take me away, and he was also anxious to go back... OK, OK..."

Schiller returned to the clinic. He concentrated his attention, turned on the telepathy to the maximum, and then felt the emotions of the mental patients, and expressed some of the emotions in words as much as possible - the inner world of a group of mental patients was really very chaotic and crazy. Schiller scribbled more than a dozen pages and locked them in a drawer.

After he returned to the apartment at night, he found that an agent must have come to search. Schiller scanned it with spider sense, but found no eavesdropping devices or cameras, so he didn't care.

In SHIELD, Nick Fury stared at the glowing data panel, which showed Schiller's detailed information. Coulson said behind him: "He was very nervous about his work and didn't seem to want to leave the hospital. Many bottles of wine and some drugs were found in his home..."

"These are some papers we found in his office tonight. There are only these. More seemed to be urgently disposed of by him, because we found a lot of pulp washed down by the shredder in the sewer, but unfortunately it can't be restored."

Nick took the papers and said: "Does he have a mental illness? No, these don't seem to be a person's mumbling. He collects psychological information of mental patients in the psychiatric department? How does he communicate with those mental patients?"

"This is obviously not information that ordinary doctors can get. These records even contain extreme privacy of patients..."

"Can he hypnotize?" Coulson said.

"Our psychiatrist can do it too. Can he make you say what color underwear you liked to wear in elementary school?" Nick said.

"Maybe he just made it up." Coulson said.

"He seems to have extra knowledge of Stark Industries' past and our old friend, and he can hit Stark's weaknesses head-on. Today, it seems that Stark's smart butler has fallen into a logical freeze." Nick said.

"Do you hope he can work for us?"

"He has a way to deal with Stark, and we will have more people like him to deal with in the future." Nick put the pile of documents aside and said, "In short, first find out what is in that hospital, and if possible, transfer him away from there."

"I hate this group of high-level intellectuals the most. They are always too calm, cautious and unpredictable. It is difficult to deal with such opponents who know how to use their brains." Nick said.

"Maybe he is just an ordinary psychiatrist, and collecting the crazy words of those patients is his hobby..." Coulson said.

"Coulson, you sometimes always make me doubt that your eighth-level agent rank is very watered down." Nick said.

"A man who can make Stark lose his composure in 30 minutes and walk into Stark Industries the next day, do you think he is an ordinary psychiatrist? Or do you think Tony Stark is really a cynical playboy who only hangs out with models?"

"I see, I will get him out of that hospital first." Coulson said.

So, the next day, Schiller received the news of his dismissal in Stark's office. He spread his hands and said, "You see, I have to need your support, Mr. Stark, you won't just watch your dedicated psychologist lose his job and go bankrupt, right?"

Stark said, "Two million dollars is not enough for you to open your own psychological clinic?"

"Money is not a problem, the problem is the qualifications required for psychological diagnosis. I need to open a legal psychological clinic, not a scam agency on the street that is no different from fortune-telling."

"With your resume, can't you apply for it? Yesterday, Jarvis told me that you have three doctoral degrees and have worked in the best hospitals in six states."

"Yes, but the location of the psychological clinic I want to open is quite special." Schiller said after taking a sip of ice wine.

Stark fiddled with the machine and said, "Where?"

"Hell's Kitchen," Schiller said.

Stark's hand trembled, and the poor Mark 2 burst into a series of sparks. He said, "I really can't see that you have a kind heart like the Virgin Mary, wanting to save the poor and drug-sucking ghosts in that hellish neighborhood."

Schiller didn't say much. He said, "I need a legal psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen. For this, I can agree to one of your requests."

Schiller put the emphasis on the word "legal".

Stark said, "Do I need your help for anything? Ha, what a joke, I'm Stark."

"Don't you want to know if Pepper really likes you?"

Stark's hand trembled again, and the Mark 2 exploded directly on its right leg. Schiller silently took a step back. Looking at Stark, whose face was blown black, he rubbed his face in a panic and said, "What did you say? What's wrong with Pepper?"

Obviously, Stark has not yet realized his feelings for Pepper.

"I can tell you at a suitable time whether Pepper really loves you, and I guarantee it will be accurate. You have seen my ability."

"Of course Pepper loves me. Women all over the world love Stark." Stark said.

"Really? She is just one of the women in the world? Nothing special?" Schiller asked.

Stark was silent.

"I can promise you, of course, you don't need to come to me for any psychological counseling from tomorrow. If Pepper asks you, just refuse."

"Can't you afford the consultation fee?"

Stark was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and said loudly: "I can afford it even if you ask for 10 million US dollars an hour! I just don't need any psychological counseling! I'm not crazy! I'm fine!"

Schiller shook his head and said slowly: "I'm afraid Mark 2 doesn't think so."

He and Stark looked down at the armor with one leg missing at the same time, and Stark pointed to the door: "Leave now!!!"

Schiller returned to his home, and he sent a message to Peter: "The physical examination for the weekend has been scheduled. I will say hello to the hospital and ask them to provide you with thoughtful services, but our meeting time may be postponed because I have resigned from that hospital."

Peter quickly expressed his concern, but Schiller just said that it was a change in his career plan and didn't say much. Peter was a little touched. After all, he could still think about the physical examination he had scheduled before after leaving his job. He said anxiously: "Are you still in New York? If you are still there, I think we can meet, go out for a meal or something, or you come to my house..."

Schiller declined Peter and sent a message to Charles: "What do you think if I open a hospital in hell?"

"I'm afraid the devil won't appreciate your kindness."

"You seem to be deeply touched by this."

"I advise you not to do this. Maybe you are just an ordinary person with talent, but ordinary people can't resist the devil."

"But only criminals can fight criminals, right?"

Charles on the other side of the computer fell silent after watching this sentence. He thought, Marx, do you think so too?

Only by turning yourself into a criminal can you deal with the most vicious criminals?

Charles shook his head. No, justice must have its fair way of realization. If you can only fight the devil by putting yourself in hell, it is no different from going along with the crowd.

Outside the window, students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were chasing and playing on the playground. Storm was yelling at them to go back to class, while Jean was watching from the side. Everything seemed beautiful.

But Xavier knew that the shadow of the Dark Phoenix was far from gone.