Chapter 60
Chapter 60
The weather in New York is much better than Gotham. Although it is already winter, the weather is still very sunny. From the window on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the busy traffic on the highway on the other side of the skyline.
Schiller got up early, and Pikachu slammed the door open with his little short hand, then stretched out and said, "Your damn old-fashioned kettle is screaming too loudly! Yawn, where did you get it? Such an antique?"
Schiller walked down the stairs, Pikachu slid down from the handrail, and reached the restaurant on the second floor.
Schiller magically floated the kettle onto the table, and with another wave, a pan flew over, poured some olive oil on it, and started making breakfast.
Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a "bang", got in and rummaged through the things to eat, and said with disgust while rummaging, "I should have thrown away your damn blue cheese, how can it be so stinky! Oh... also There's these damn lettuce that tastes like chewing on plastic, let me see...here! My cheddar cheese! Help me in a breakfast sandwich later, and this my favorite lunch Canned meat, cut it for me and sandwich it in the middle, remember, it must be thicker..."
At this time, the door downstairs of the clinic slammed, and Schiller heard Peter's voice along with the footsteps going upstairs: "Sir! I'm here! I asked my uncle to borrow a toolbox, I'll be able to take that darn thing today. The breaker has been repaired..."
As soon as he came up, the open door of the refrigerator just blocked his view, he slammed the refrigerator door closed, and then with a "bang", a scream came: "Oh! Shit!! My waist !!!”
Peter hurriedly opened the refrigerator door again, he found the furry Pikachu clinging to the refrigerator divider, and his waist just hit the can lid on the refrigerator door.
Peter took him down and said, "You still have a waist? Where are you?"
"Hey, kid, don't force me to expose you. It wasn't because the circuit breaker was broken yesterday. It's because you died 30 lives and haven't cleared the customs..."
Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said, "Doctor Schiller, what have you done? Why is it so delicious?"
"Ordinary fried sandwiches, if you want to eat them, I'll make you a large one."
"Okay, but it doesn't need to be too big. My food intake has become smaller recently."
"That's really good news," Schiller said, frying an egg. "At least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day to make your wrist hurt."
While chatting with Schiller, Peter glanced at the ring on his ring finger. The subtle change in his expression was seen by Pikachu, who looked left and right, and said, "We haven't unplugged the game cartridge from yesterday. Do you want another plate?"
Peter didn't know why, but with a flick of Pikachu's tail, the fluffy lightning-shaped tail pointed hard downstairs, Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.
After a while, the two came back murmuring, and Pikachu jumped to the stove and looked at Schiller.
Schiller was using a spatula to turn the golden omelette in the center. Peter winked at Pikachu behind him, and Pikachu wrinkled his nose and said, "Well, well, I think...you're still having a hard time cooking for us, Shall we go out to eat?"
Schiller glanced at him in astonishment and said, "The sun is rising from the west today? Usually you just let me fry the eggs a little more tender."
"I mean... well, 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 psychiatrist, and I know this better than you, or whose money would I make?" Schiller said.
Pikachu flicked his tail, and just as he was about to say something, Peter grabbed him and then Peter laughed dryly and said, "Haha, doctor, let's play games for a while, and come back to help you later. ."
Pikachu slapped Peter's face with his tail, in revenge for hitting his waist just now. Peter, not to be outdone, grabbed Pikachu's ears and threw them around. The two went downstairs while fighting.
Schiller felt a little strange. He always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.
After a while, Steve, who had just finished running in the morning, also came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and then walked up to the second floor along the scent. He said, "The structure of this old house is too unreasonable. It's still on the second floor."
"Thanks I still have the money to afford a good range hood," Schiller said.
"Then you also have to thank Nick, he gave you a lot of bonuses, didn't he?"
"What? In what name did he give you the bonus? How much did you get? 30% or 20%?"
"Not counting taxes, it's 18%," Steve said with a shrug.
"His economic understanding of the distribution of additional income is really getting bigger and bigger."
Steve put the towel on the rail, then opened the refrigerator very naturally and said, "Let me see, what about the steak I put here last time? Oh, it's here, there's a half left, I think I can Make a beef cheeseburger, where's the cheese? I remember last time there was half left..."
"Don't look, you forgot that I have a rat like Jerry here? What cheese can survive the next day except blue cheese?"
"God! That's almost two pounds of cheese, and he's done it all? Nothing left?"
"That's not it, it's not just him, Peter made a margherita pizza last time and put at least a pound on it."
Steve shook his head and closed the refrigerator door and said, "Young people these days really don't know how to save money. Is there any good convenience store in Hell's Kitchen? I can just go buy some cheese slices."
"Go out and turn right and walk two streets ahead to Mrs. Helena. Of course, you'd better say you're here to buy cheese, or she might think you're applying for a job."
"Applying? This damn place, what else is there that needs to be applied for?"
"Of course there is. Mrs. Helena has three strip clubs, and the business is booming. She should like yours the most."
Steve curled his lips and said, "I'd better take a detour and leave Hell's Kitchen before buying."
Then he came over and patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I know you are a doctor, but doctors are ordinary people, and psychiatrists are not omnipotent. If you have something to talk about, you can come to me. , we are friends."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, making Schiller very inexplicable. 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 through the window wearing a battle armor with a lot of information, and the cold wind on the mecha poured into the room of the psychological clinic like a howling.
Schiller turned his head and was taken aback by Stark's dark circles. He said, "Damn it, what did you do?"
"Oh, shouldn't it... Miss Pepper is on leave today?"
"What are you talking about? I've been doing research all night for the information you brought yesterday."
After he finished speaking, he put the pile of documents on Schiller's desk and said, "There has been little progress in neural external technology, and Uncle Obadiah is still in a coma, so I can't ask him, but I Figured out another way."
Iron Man was still wearing a battle armor, and he pointed directly to one of the parts of the document with the metal-covered fingernails and said: "If the aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we will find a way to replace it with machinery, It's like replacing a heart."
"I don't think you need to explain the principle to me clearly, I just want to know, how feasible is it?"
Stark held his arms and stared at the data maps. He said, "You have to know that even if I am a genius, it is impossible to conjure technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it must go through a lot of safety testing 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 are really urgent, I can call a neuroscience consultation in the name of the Stark Group, that can Get the most famous neuroscience research experts in the world.”
"Of course, you'd better get the patient in, or they won't be able to figure it out out of thin air."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult," Schiller said.
What he said is the truth, not to mention how he can get DC characters to Marvel, even if he can get them, the time flow of the two parties is inconsistent, which may cause many problems and may also cause great risks.
Schiller is well aware that, unlike in Marvel, he has one of the most important tasks in the DC world, and that is to get rid of his enemies.
His enemy is by no means an ordinary person. First of all, he can hire Death Knell to kill him. The words left before Death Knell have revealed enough information that when Schiller wants to pay him to kill him At the time of that employer, Death Knell's first reaction was, "You can't afford that."
When Schiller further probed that the richest man in the world would pay for it, Death Knell still left without hesitation, indicating that he judged that even if there was enough price, it was not worth his complete defection.
Being able to make the death knell of the world's top mercenary make such a judgment is already very telling. It seems that the original owner was not involved in a simple entanglement of interests. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.
To this end, Schiller hopes that Victor can become his ally to make up for his deficiencies in engineering and mechanics, so he is willing to help Victor's wife as much as possible to prevent Victor from becoming frozen It is possible for people, but this does not mean that he must take a huge risk to take people to shuttle between the two worlds.
Moreover, this does not fundamentally solve the problem. DC's experts and scholars cannot cure this disease, so the ordinary experts of Marvel may not be able to.
Schiller kept silent while thinking, and eventually Stark couldn't help it, and he 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 very good..."
Schiller was stunned, where did this rumor come from?Where did he get a wife? !
He said why everyone's attitude is so strange today!
Soon, he remembered that the first person he went to see after returning to Marvel - the future Doctor Strange, the current neurologist Strange.
He is such a clever little devil!
Schiller said viciously to the symbiote in his head: "Next time, you must remember to eat Strange's brain, it's useless for him to keep it anyway."
(End of this chapter)