Chapter 6 "Unfortunate" departure
Chapter 6 "Unfortunate" departure
When he went to bed at night, Schiller found that he could actually stay in Marvel all the time. He could take a nap, go back to DC, continue to sleep in DC, and then go back to Marvel again. He can stay in Marvel all the time and not smoke the smog of Gotham City.
But the good times didn't last long, and before Schiller took Peter and his family for a medical check-up over the weekend, SHIELD came to the door.
It was another day of work. Schiller had just finished checking the room and was using the doctor's internal system to help Peter's family make an appointment for a medical examination. There was a knock on the door of his office. Schiller sat behind the desk and didn't look up. Suddenly the spider sensor vibrated. For a moment, 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 S.H.I.E.L.D." The man looked at Tiller's nervous attitude, and Schiller glanced at him over his glasses and said, "Let's go out and say, this is all mine. patient."
Coulson hurriedly nodded, 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 a good idea to find a female agent who can wear a nurse uniform? difficulty?"
Coulson was a little puzzled by Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't ordinary people show fear or rejection of this kind of scenario where agents suddenly come to the door?It seems that the boss is right, there is definitely something wrong with this Schiller.
Schiller showed a little impatient, he said: "I've been late for a day and absent from work for a day. The whole clinic knows that I stay up late, drink alcohol and take drugs. If you insist on making trouble for me, can you wait for this to pass? Besides? I'll be fired!"
"According to our information, you are only a psychological consultant temporarily hired by the Presbyterian Hospital, and you only went to work on your behalf because the director of the psychiatry department was not there..."
"Does that matter? I really need this job right now. What if you cause me to lose my job?"
Coulson said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller, we didn't mean to disturb you, but we heard that you were Mr. Stark's psychological counselor, and we wanted to know more about his psychological condition, of course, we Will pay the consultation fee on time…”
"One million dollars an hour."
"Pfft!" Coulson spit out a sip 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, see less doctors." Schiller rolled his eyes, got up and was about to leave, acting like an unscrupulous quack doctor.
Coulson didn't even stop him. After Schiller left, he pressed his earphone and said, "I'm afraid there is something tricky in that hospital. He took me away in a hurry, and he was in a hurry to go back... OK, OK... "
Schiller returned to the consultation room, he concentrated his attention, turned on his telepathy to the maximum, and then felt the emotions of those mentally ill patients, and expressed some emotions in words as much as possible-the inner world of a group of mentally ill patients is really very chaotic , Crazy, Schiller scribbled a dozen pages and locked it in a drawer.
When he returned to the apartment at night, he found that an agent had come to search it. Schiller scanned it with a spider sensor and found no bugs and cameras, so he ignored it.
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury stared at the glowing data panel with Schiller's details, and Coulson said behind him: "He's very nervous about his job, doesn't seem to want to leave that hospital, his A lot of wine bottles were found in the house, and some medicines..."
"This is some paper we found in his office tonight, only these, more seem to be disposed of urgently by him, because we found a lot of pulp washed down by the shredder in the sewer, but unfortunately it can't be recovered."
Nick took the papers and said, "He has a mental illness? No, these don't seem to be the ravings of a single person. He collects the psychological data of mental patients in the psychiatry department? How did he communicate with those mental patients?"
"These are obviously not information that ordinary doctors can get, and these records even contain the extreme privacy of patients..."
"He hypnotizes?" Coulson said.
"So does our psychiatrist. Can he tell you what color underpants 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's industrial past, and our old friend, and he can hit Stark's weaknesses head-on, and today seems to have caused Stark's smart housekeeper to fall into a logical deadlock." Nick Say.
"You want him to work for us?"
"He has a very good way to deal with Stark, and we will have more such people to deal with in the future." Nick put the stack of documents aside and said, "Anyway, first find out what is in the hospital, if Move him out of there if possible."
"I hate this group of high-level intellectuals the most. They are always too calm, cautious and incomprehensible. Such opponents who know how to use their brains are difficult to deal with." Nick said.
"Maybe he's just an ordinary psychiatrist, and it's his hobby to collect crazy talk from those patients..." Coulson said.
"Colson, you always make me suspect that your rank of eighth agent is very watery at times," Nick said.
"A person who can make Stark completely lose his composure within 10 minutes, and enter Stark Industries swaggeringly the next day, do you think he is an ordinary psychiatrist? Or do you think Tony Stark is really a psychiatrist? A cynical playboy who only spends time among models?"
"Got it, I'll let him out of that hospital first," Coulson said.
So, the next day, Schiller received the news of his dismissal in Stark's office, and he spread his hands and said, "Look, I must need your funding, Mr. Stark, and neither do you. Would you just watch your dedicated psychologist lose your job and go bankrupt?"
Stark said: "$200 million is not enough for you to open your own psychological clinic?"
"Money is not the problem, the problem is the qualifications required by the psychological clinic. I need to open a legal psychological clinic, not a liar institution that is no different from divination on the street."
"Can't you apply with your resume? Jarvis told me yesterday that you have three doctorates and have worked in the best hospitals in six states."
"Yes, but the location of the psychological clinic I want to open is rather special." Schiller said after taking a sip of ice wine.
"Where?" Stark said as he fiddled with the machine.
"Hell's Kitchen," Schiller said.
Stark shook his hand, and the poor Mark 2 burst into a series of sparks, and he said, "I really can't see that you still have the kind heart of a Virgin Mary, and you want to save the hell block. The poor and poisonous ghosts."
Schiller didn't say much. He said, "I need a psychiatry clinic that is legally in Hell's Kitchen. For that, I can grant you a request."
Schiller put the emphasis on the word "legal".
Stark said: "Am I going to ask you to help you with anything, huh, what a joke, I'm Stark."
"Don't you want to know if Pepper really likes you?"
Stark shook his hand again, and the Mark 2 exploded directly on his right leg. Schiller took a step back silently, looking at Stark whose face was blackened, he rubbed his face in a panic and said, "You Say what? What happened to Pepper?"
Obviously, Stark has not yet realized his feelings for Pepper.
"I can tell you at the right time if Pepper really loves you, to be accurate, you've seen what I can do."
"Of course Pepper loves me, and women all over the world love Stark," Stark said.
"Is she just one of the world's women? Nothing special?" Schiller asked.
Stark was silent.
"I can promise you, of course, you won't be giving me any psychological counseling from tomorrow, and if Pepper comes to you, you will shirk it."
"Can't you pay for the consultation?"
Stark, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, exclaims, "I can pay you $1000 million an hour! I just don't need any 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 missing leg at the same time, and Stark pointed at the door: "Leave now!!!"
Schiller returned to his home, and he sent a message to Peter: "The medical examination for the weekend has been scheduled, I will say hello to the hospital and let them provide you with attentive service, but the time of our meeting may be postponed because I've already 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, and Peter was a little moved. After all, after leaving the company, he could still think about the medical examination that he had ordered before, and he said eagerly: "You are still in New York. If it's still there I think we can meet up for a meal or something, or you can come to my house..."
Schiller declined Peter and messaged Charles: "What if I open a hospital in hell?"
"I'm afraid the devil won't take your favor."
"You seem to feel deeply about it."
"I advise you not to do this. Maybe you are just a talented ordinary person, but ordinary people can't resist the devil."
"But only criminals can fight criminals, aren't they?"
Charles on the computer side 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 worst criminals?
Charles shook his head, no, justice must have its fair way to achieve, if you just put yourself into hell to fight against the devil, it is no different from complicity.
Outside the window, the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Boys were chasing and making trouble on the playground, Storm was berating them for going back to class, and Jyn was watching, everything seemed beautiful.
It's just that Xavier knows that the shadow of the dark phoenix is far from leaving.
(End of this chapter)