Chapter 709 U: Infinite Events (Twenty-Eight)

"...I've read your medical report, and there's nothing wrong with your physiological data. You said that you've had some migraines recently, which may be caused by mental stress. Have you encountered any troubles recently?"

Schiller held a medical report in his hand, pushed his glasses, looked at Steve opposite him and asked. When Steve sat on the chair in the psychological clinic, he seemed a little restrained. He put his elbows on the table and said, "Yes, I'm a little nervous recently, that's..."

Seeing Steve's hesitation, Schiller smiled and said, "I guess you met a beautiful female agent in SHIELD, and then the two of you..."

"No, that's not the case . "Steve immediately denied it, saying, "We only met once in a coffee shop, and we've known each other for less than a week, so it's not possible... not possible..."

"You know what? When you walked in, I guessed that our famous Captain America should be in love." Schiller put down the medical report in his hand, and Steve rubbed his hands and said, "Is it so obvious?"

"You shaved your beard very clean today, and you didn't wear that slightly old-fashioned motorcycle jacket, but a fairly fashionable windbreaker, and your hair should have been groomed..." Schiller pointed out Steve's differences one by one, and Steve touched the side of his cheek, looking a little embarrassed.

"Welcoming a new life always makes people nervous and anxious. In addition, your anxiety disorder has not been completely cured, so it is normal to have physical manifestations. If it hurts a lot, you can take some painkillers."

"No, it's just a little sore and swollen occasionally, which will be gone in a few minutes. By the way, how is my anxiety disorder?" Steve asked with some concern. He said, "If I still have mental illness, it's better not to deal with her..."

"Your thinking is still stuck in decades ago. Not all mental illnesses will make people aggressive. Anxiety disorder is not a very rare disease. Moreover, you are almost well now. The last check-up next week, if there is no problem, you can be declared cured." Schiller said with a smile.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from his seat, and then said to Schiller: "Thank you, doctor, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do... By the way, I'm moving out of the dormitory of SHIELD. When I move in, I'll invite you to come over..."

"Don't worry, I'm waiting for your invitation." Schiller sent Steve out the door.

After leaving Arkham Sanatorium, Steve stretched hard and felt much more relaxed.

Even for a super soldier, moving is still a bit tiring, but fortunately, the work has come to an end, and it will be almost done after a little more packing today.

Thinking of this, Steve quickened his pace. He planned to finish the moving work today, and maybe he could ask the female agent out for dinner tomorrow.

Soon he returned to the dormitory of SHIELD. After packing the last big box, he walked out with the box in his arms and met Schiller. Steve tried to free one hand and waved to him. Schiller nodded to him, and the two passed by.

Walking to the end of the corridor and taking the elevator, Steve was about to press the number for the first floor when another figure walked in.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller, are you going down too? Did you forget to bring anything?" Steve asked.

"No, I'm going back to the sanatorium. There's a patient waiting for me there. Which floor are you going to?"

"First floor, thank you."

Schiller helped Steve press the floor button, but soon, Steve found something wrong and asked, "Back to the sanatorium? But didn't you just come from the sanatorium?"

But at this moment, the elevator reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, and Schiller walked out first. Steve shook his head in confusion, holding the box, and found Coulson in the parking lot.

"Hey, Captain, good afternoon, come on, put it in the trunk, I'll take you there." Coulson greeted Steve, took the box from his hand, and put it in the trunk.

After the two got in the car, Steve asked in confusion, "Did you see Dr. Schiller just now? Why did he run back and forth between SHIELD and the sanatorium?"

"Ah, this matter..." Coulson dragged out a long tone, and he said, "I've been on the field a lot recently, you have to ask Natasha."

Until getting off the car, Steve didn't know why Coulson's attitude was a little strange.

But soon, the joy of moving into a new home diluted this doubt. Steve took the box and walked quickly up the elevator to the apartment he had just rented.

The location here is quite good, and the lighting is good. At noon, the sun shines in through the huge French windows, and when it falls on the sofa, it becomes mottled light and shadow. Steve put down the box, then sat on the sofa with a relaxed sigh.

But at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. After he picked up the phone, he heard Schiller's voice on the other side.

"Yes, doctor... what? Go for a follow-up? But isn't the follow-up next week? Is there any change in the situation?... OK, I know, I'll go right over."

Steve jumped up from the sofa with a "whoosh". He obviously felt a little nervous. He took a few deep breaths, relaxed his mood, avoided some messy items in the room, and took the elevator downstairs.

Coulson had already left, so Steve could only take a taxi. When he arrived at Arkham Sanatorium, Steve went up to the third floor with familiarity, but when he arrived at the psychological clinic where he usually saw patients, he found that the door of this room could not be opened.

Steve stood in front of the door and sighed, then looked up at the doorplate and looked around with some doubts. But at this time, a nurse came over and asked him: "Hello, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here?"

"Dr. Schiller called me just now and asked me to come for a follow-up examination, but I couldn't get in at all. Where did he go?"

"Oh, he is in a clinic on the second floor. Go find him there." The nurse smiled and said to him.

Steve stood there, looking confused. He didn't understand why Schiller had to change a clinic in just one hour?

Maybe the original clinic needed to be cleaned up and disinfected, Steve thought, and went to the second floor. Then he found that not only the clinic had changed, but Schiller had also changed his clothes.

The Schiller he saw in the morning was wearing a common white coat, but the Schiller who appeared in the room this time was wearing a dark suit.

"Good afternoon, doctor, are you going to attend any activities in the evening?" Steve walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, asking as if jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Schiller did not talk to him. Instead, he took the medical report, sat down at the desk, pushed his glasses and said, "Tension migraine. Have you been dealing with Stark again recently? Did he talk to you about Bucky?"

Steve froze in his seat. Schiller in front of him still said expressionlessly, "How long do you plan to struggle with this issue? If everyone in the world has to develop such a triangle relationship, then all those so-called psychologists who make a living by cheating will make a fortune."

After that, he threw the medical report on the table, looked into Steve's eyes and said, "I would suggest that you stay in the hospital for a while, but the purpose is not to treat you, but to stop you from engaging in meaningless social activities, including going to Tony Stark and having some meaningless ethical disputes with him."

"I..." Steve was choked. He did have a quarrel with Stark again recently and was very angry about it, but he didn't realize that his migraine was related to this matter.

"I think it's not necessary. That... Doctor, I have something else to do. I haven't moved yet. I'll leave first." Steve smiled nervously and stood up, then turned and left the room.

After leaving the room, he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know why Schiller just now made him feel very stressed. Was it because he didn't rest well during lunch break? Why did Dr. Schiller's mood become so low?

After leaving the hospital, Steve took another taxi and returned to his apartment. He just sat on the sofa and his butt was not warm yet when his phone rang again.

"Hello? Oh, Dr. Schiller, follow-up??? But I just had two follow-up visits? Really?... Okay, then I'll go again."

Putting down the phone, Steve stood there, scratched his head, and looked at the sky outside the window.

At this time, it was already dusk, and the warm light shone into the new apartment, which looked very warm, but Steve stayed here for less than ten minutes all day, and spent the rest of the time in the car.

He sighed, but still chose to go out, took another taxi, and came to Arkham Sanatorium, but he ran into Stark at the door.

The two were still in a cold war, and no one paid attention to each other. Stark snorted coldly, walked quickly into the elevator, then stretched out a finger and pressed the door closing button hard.

Steve, who was locked outside the elevator, shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and curled his lips at Stark in the elevator, as if to say that he was really childish.

After Stark went up, Steve took the stairs to the second floor, and found that the office on the second floor was also closed.

He asked a nurse and found that Schiller had returned to the room on the third floor. He had to walk another floor, and sure enough, he found Schiller in the clinic on the third floor.

Schiller changed his clothes again, this time wearing a more casual sportswear, looking like he was about to get off work, and, I don’t know if it was Steve’s illusion, he found that Schiller seemed younger.

Before Steve could speak, Schiller, who was holding the medical report, said, "Mr. Rogers, there is nothing wrong with the other features of the medical report, but what about the brain wave? Why didn't you do this test?"

"Uh... the machine doesn't seem to be able to scan my brain waves, and I don't know why, so the medical doctor wrote a blank there..."

"It doesn't matter, you can try the machine here, oh, it's a bit late now, the nurse in charge of the examination has gone off work, come again tomorrow morning." Schiller said.

"Other than that, there are no problems. For tension-type migraine, you can take common painkillers on the market, but since your physique is different from that of ordinary people, the dosage may need to be recalculated."

"Let me see..." Schiller wrote with a pen while looking at the data on the physical examination report. He said, "Take this prescription and go downstairs to get the medicine. Take it according to the dosage I wrote. If the pain becomes more severe, come to me again. If you feel dizzy and nauseous, you can reduce the dosage appropriately..."

Steve opened his mouth and found that Schiller's tone of voice became gentler. Could it be that he had another nap in the afternoon and his temper became better?

And Steve knew that Schiller generally would not recommend patients to take medicine. He preferred to use simple psychological therapy unless the physical symptoms had reached a very serious level, just like when Steve's anxiety disorder was the most serious before, Schiller only prescribed him a course of medicine.

Is it possible that the treatment style of a powerful psychologist is so unpredictable? Steve scratched his head again, took the prescription, and left the clinic.

When he got to the place on the first floor where he got medicine, Steve found that Stark was standing there. He walked up to Stark and knocked him down, asking, "What's wrong with you? Do you need medicine too?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Stark said, took the medicine box and left.

The next morning, Steve came for a checkup and ran into Stark again. The two of them exchanged a few unpleasant words and then separated.

At noon, Steve had just finished his meal when he received a call to see the test results. When he walked into the hospital, he ran into Stark coming out.

And when he came out, he ran into Stark coming in again.

In one day, Steve went back and forth to Arkham Sanatorium six or seven times, and according to his observation, Stark also ran at least six or seven times.

What happened? Are the two of them terminally ill? ? ?

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