Chapter 60 Daily Life in Early Winter (Part 1)

The weather in New York is much better than that in Gotham. Although it is winter, the weather is still sunny. Looking out from the window on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the busy traffic on the road at the other end of the skyline.

Schiller got up very early. Pikachu pushed the door open with his short little hands, then stretched and said lazily: "Your damn old-fashioned kettle is too loud! Yawn, where did you get such an antique?"

Schiller walked down the stairs, and Pikachu slid down from the handrail to the restaurant on the second floor. The kettle was steaming and making sharp noises from time to time.

Schiller used magic to float the kettle and put it on the table. Then he waved his hand again, and a pan flew over. He poured some olive oil on it and started to make breakfast.

Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a bang, went in to look for something to eat, and said in disgust: "I really should throw away your damn blue cheese, how can it be so smelly! Oh... and this damn lettuce, it tastes like chewing plastic, let me see... here! My cheddar cheese! Put it in my breakfast sandwich later, and this can of my favorite luncheon meat, help me cut it in the middle, remember, make sure to cut it thicker..." At this time, the door downstairs of the clinic rang, and Schiller heard Peter's voice accompanied As footsteps came up the stairs, "Sir! I'm here! I borrowed a toolbox from my uncle, and I can definitely fix that damn switch today..."

As he walked up, the refrigerator door blocked his view. He closed the refrigerator door with a wave of his hand, and then with a "bang", a scream came: "Oh! Shit! My waist!!!"

Peter hurriedly opened the refrigerator door again, and he found that the furry Pikachu was clinging to the refrigerator partition, and his waist just hit the can cap on the refrigerator door.

Peter took him down and said, "You still have a waist? Where is it?"

"Hey, kid, don't force me to expose you. It wasn't the switch that broke yesterday. It was you who died 30 lives and still didn't pass the level..."

Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said something else: "Dr. Schiller, what did you make? Why does it smell so good?"

"Ordinary fried sandwiches, if you want to eat, I'll make you a large one."

"Okay, but it doesn't have to be too big. My appetite has decreased recently."

"That's a good one. News. " Schiller said while frying eggs, "At least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day until her wrist hurts."

While chatting with Schiller, Peter glanced at the ring on his ring finger. The subtle change in his expression was seen by Pikachu. Pikachu looked around and said, "We haven't taken out the game cartridge from yesterday. Do you want another one?"

Peter didn't understand, but Pikachu's tail flicked, and the furry lightning-shaped tail pointed hard downstairs. Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.

After a while, the two came back whispering, and Pikachu jumped onto the stove and looked at Schiller.

Schiller was using a spatula to flip the golden fried egg in the center. Peter winked at Pikachu from behind. Pikachu wrinkled his nose and said, "Well, okay, I think... it's hard for you to cook for us. How about we go out to eat?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "The sun rises from the west today? Usually at this time you would just ask me to fry the eggs a little more tender."

"I mean... okay, it's nothing, but I always feel that you humans shouldn't keep everything in your heart. It's not good for your health..."

"I'm a psychologist. I know this better than you. Otherwise, whose money would I make?" Schiller said.

Pikachu swung his tail. Just as he was about to say something, Peter grabbed him and grabbed him. Then Peter laughed dryly and said, "Haha, doctor, let's go play games first and come back to help you later."

Pikachu swung Peter's face with his tail to retaliate for hitting his waist. Peter was not to be outdone and grabbed Pikachu's ears and swung them. The two went downstairs while playing.

Schiller felt a little puzzled. He always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.

After a while, Steve, who had just finished his morning run, came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel and followed the smell to the second floor. He said, "The structure of this old house is too unreasonable. The kitchen is still on the second floor."

"Thank goodness I still have money to buy a good range hood." Schiller said.

"Then you should thank Nick, he gave you a lot of bonuses, right?"

"Why? What name did he use to give you the bonus? How much did you get? 30% or 20%?"

"Not counting taxes, only 18%." Steve shrugged.

"His understanding of the economics of the distribution of extra income is really getting more and more macro."

Steve put the towel on the railing, then opened the refrigerator very naturally and said: "Let me see, where is the steak I put here last time? Oh, it's here, there is still a little half left, I think I can make a beef cheeseburger, where is the cheese? I remember there was half a piece left last time..."

"Don't look at it. Have you forgotten that I have a mouse like Jerry? Apart from blue cheese, what cheese can survive the next day?"

"Oh my God! That's almost two pounds of cheese, and he ate it all? Nothing left?"

"That's not the case. It's not just him. Peter made a Margherita pizza last time and put at least one pound of it."

Steve shook his head and closed the refrigerator door and said, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to save. Is there any good convenience store in Hell's Kitchen? I can buy some cheese slices."

"Turn right and walk two streets forward to Mrs. Helena. Of course, you'd better say you're going to buy cheese, otherwise she might think you're applying for a job."

"Apply for a job? Is there any job that needs to be applied for in this damn place? "

"Of course there is. Madam Helena owns three strip clubs, and the business is very hot. She should like your model the most."

Steve curled his lips and said, "I'd better take a detour and leave Hell's Kitchen before buying it."

Then he came over and patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I know you are a doctor, but doctors are also ordinary people, and psychologists are not omnipotent. If you have something to talk about, you can come to me. We are friends."

After that, he turned and left, making Schiller very confused. He just got up in the morning to make breakfast and fry an egg. Why is everyone's attitude weird?

Not long after Steve left, Stark flew in from the window wearing a battle armor and holding a pile of information. The cold wind on the mecha whistled into the room of the psychological clinic.

Schiller turned around and was startled by Stark's dark circles. He said, "What the hell, what did you do?"

"Oh, can't it be... Did Miss Pepper take a day off today?"

"What are you talking about? I spent the whole night researching for the information you brought yesterday."

After that, he put the pile of documents on Schiller's desk and said, "There has been almost no progress in neural externalization technology. Uncle Obadiah is still in a coma, and I can't ask him, but I have come up with another way."

Iron Man was still wearing armor. He pointed to one part of the information with his metal-covered gauntlet and said, "If aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we can find a way to replace them with machinery, just like replacing a heart."

"I don't think you need to explain the principle to me. I just want to know how feasible it is?"

Stark crossed his arms and stared at the data pictures. He said, "You have to know that even if I am a genius, I can't create technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it must undergo a lot of safety tests before it can be put into use."

Stark also glanced at the ring on Schiller's finger. He touched his lips and said, "If you really need it urgently, I can convene a neuroscience consultation in the name of the Stark Group, and I can invite the world's most famous neuroscience research experts."

"Of course, you'd better invite the patients, otherwise they can't create methods out of thin air."

"I'm afraid this is difficult." Schiller said.

He was telling the truth. Not to mention how he could get DC characters to Marvel, even if he could, the inconsistent time flow of the two sides might cause many problems and great risks.

Schiller knew very well that unlike in Marvel, he had one most important task in the DC world, which was to get rid of the entanglement of his enemies.

His enemy is definitely not an ordinary person. First of all, he was able to hire Deathstroke to kill him. The words that Deathstroke left before leaving revealed enough information. When Schiller wanted to pay him to kill the employer, Deathstroke's first reaction was "You can't afford the price."

And when Schiller further tried to say that the world's richest man would pay for it, Deathstroke still left without hesitation, which shows that he judged that even if there was enough money, it was not worth it for him to completely turn against his side.

It is very telling that the world's top mercenary Deathstroke can make such a judgment. The original owner does not seem to be involved in a simple conflict of interest. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

For this reason, Schiller hopes that Victor can become his ally to make up for his shortcomings in engineering and mechanics, so he is willing to help Victor's wife as much as possible to prevent Victor from becoming a frozen man, but this does not mean that he must take huge risks to take people to travel between the two worlds.

Besides, this cannot fundamentally solve the problem. DC's experts and scholars cannot cure this disease, and Marvel's ordinary experts may not be able to do it either.

Schiller remained silent while thinking, and Stark finally couldn't help but said, "You... I mean... she's okay? Right?"

Schiller said, "What?"

Stark touched his forehead with some embarrassment, and then said, "I heard from Coulson that your wife's condition is not good..."

Schiller was stunned. Where did this rumor come from? Where did he get a wife? !

He asked why everyone's attitude was so strange today!

Soon, he remembered the first person he met after returning to Marvel - the future Doctor Strange, the current neurologist Strange.

He is such a clever guy!

Schiller said to the symbiote viciously in his mind: "Next time, remember to eat Strange's brain. It's useless to keep it anyway."