The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The weather in New York is much better than Gotham. Even though it is winter, the weather is still clear. From the window on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the busy road on the other side of the skyline.

Schiller got up early, and Pikachu pushed the door open with his short hand, then stretched his waist and said, "Your damn old hot water kettle is beeping too loudly! Yawn, where did you get that?" Such an antique?"

Schiller walked down the stairs, and Pikachu slid down from the handrail, and arrived at the restaurant on the second floor. The kettle was steaming hot, and it would make a sharp beep from time to time.

Schiller magically levitated the kettle onto the table, and with another wave of his hand, a frying pan flew over, and he poured some olive oil on it and began to make breakfast.

Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a "bang", got in and rummaged through something to eat, and said disgustedly while rummaging: "I should really throw away your damn blue cheese, how can it be so stinky! Oh... still There's this damn lettuce, this thing tastes like it's eating plastic, let me see...here it is! My cheddar cheese! Put it in a breakfast sandwich for me later, and this is my favorite lunch Canned meat, help me cut it and sandwich it in the middle, remember, it must be cut thicker..."

At this time, the downstairs door of the clinic slammed, and Schiller heard Peter's voice accompanied by the footsteps going upstairs: "Sir! Here I come! I asked my uncle to borrow a tool box, and I'm sure I can get that damn thing out today." The switch was fixed..."

As soon as he walked up, the open door of the refrigerator just blocked his view, and he closed the refrigerator door with a wave of his hand, and then there was a "bang", screaming: "Oh! Shit!! My waist !!!”

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

Peter took him down, and said, "You have a waist? Where are you?"

"Hey, kid, don't force me to expose you. Yesterday, it wasn't that the switch was broken. It's because you died with 30 lives and haven't cleared the level yet..."

Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said without words: "Dr. Schiller, what did you do? Why is it so fragrant?"

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

"Okay, but it doesn't need to be too big. Recently, my food intake has become smaller."

"That's great news," Schiller said as he scrambled eggs. "At least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day until her wrist hurts."

While Peter was chatting with Schiller, he caught a glimpse of the ring on his ring finger. Pikachu noticed the subtle changes in his expression. Pikachu looked around and said, "We haven't pulled out the game cassette from yesterday. Do you want another plate?"

Peter didn't understand why, but with a flick of Pikachu's tail, the fluffy lightning-shaped tail vigorously pointed downstairs, Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.

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

Schiller was turning over a fried egg with a golden center with a spatula, and Peter winked at Pikachu from behind, and Pikachu wrinkled his nose and said, "Well, well, I think... you've had a hard time cooking for us, How about we go out to eat?"

Schiller looked at him in amazement and said, "Is the sun rising from the west today? Normally at this time you would just ask me to make the eggs softer."

"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 therapist, and I know that better than you, or whose money am I making?" Schiller said.

Pikachu flicked his tail, and just as he was about to say something, he was caught by Peter, and then Peter laughed dryly and said: "Haha, doctor, let's go play a game for a while, and I'll help you later .”

Pikachu flicked Peter's face fiercely with his tail, avenging that he had just hit his waist, Peter was not to be outdone, he grabbed Pikachu's ears and shook them, and the two went downstairs while fighting.

Schiller felt a little baffled, he always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.

After a while, Steve, who had just finished his morning jog, also came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and then walked up to the second floor following the scent. He said: "The structure of this old house is too unreasonable. The kitchen Still on the second floor."

"Thankfully I still have the money to afford a good range hood," says Schiller.

"Then you also have to thank Nick, he didn't pay you a lot of bonuses, right?"

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

"Not counting taxes, it's only 18 percent." Steve shrugged.

"His understanding of the economics of the distribution of extra income is really getting macroscopic."

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 is here, there is still a small half left, I think I can Make a beef cheeseburger, where's the cheese? I remember there was half a piece left from last time..."

"Don't look, you forgot that I have a mouse like Jerry here? What cheese can survive the next day except blue cheese?"

"My God! That's nearly two pounds of cheese, and he's eaten it all? No left?"

"That's not it, it's not just him, Peter made a Margherita pizza last time and put at least a pound in 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 buy some cheese slices."

"Go out and turn right and walk two streets forward to Mrs. Helena's. Of course, you'd better just say that you are here to buy cheese, otherwise she may take you as an applicant."

"Application? In this bloody place, what other jobs do you need to apply for?"

"Of course, Mrs. Helena owns three strip clubs, and the business is booming. She should like yours the most."

Steve pouted and said, "I'd better take a long detour and buy it after leaving Hell's Kitchen."

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 anything to talk about, you can come to me." , we are friends."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, making Schiller very confused. He just got up in the morning to make breakfast and fried an egg. Why did everyone have a strange attitude?

Not long after Steve left, Stark flew in through the window wearing a battle armor and holding a lot of materials, and the cold wind carried by the mech flew into the room of the psychological clinic like a howling.

Schiller looked back, startled by Stark's dark circles, and said, "Damn it, what did you do?"

"Oh, shouldn't it be... Did Miss Pepper ask for leave today?"

"What are you talking about? I have been researching all night for the information you brought yesterday."

After finishing speaking, he put the pile of documents on Schiller's desk, and said: "There is almost no progress in the technology of external nerve extension, 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 his battle armor. He pointed at a part of the document with the metal-covered gauntlet and said: "If the aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we will find a way to replace them with machines. It's like replacing a heart."

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

Stark crossed 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 a technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it must go through a lot of work. It can be put into use only after the safety test.”

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

"Of course, you'd better invite patients, otherwise they won't be able to conjure up methods out of thin air."

"It's probably going to be hard," Schiller said.

What he said is the truth, not to mention how he can get DC characters to Marvel, even if he can get it, the time flow of the two parties is inconsistent, which may cause many problems, and may also cause great risks.

Schiller is very clear that unlike in Marvel, he has one of the most important tasks in the DC world, which is to get rid of the entanglement 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 by Death Knell before leaving have revealed enough information. When Schiller wants to pay him to kill him When that employer, Deathstroke's first reaction was "You can't afford that price."

And when Schiller further tested that the world's richest man would pay for it, Deathstroke still left without hesitation, which shows that he judged that even if there is enough price, it is not worth his complete defection.

Being able to make the world's top mercenary Deathstroke make this kind of judgment already speaks volumes. What the original owner seems to be involved in is not a simple conflict of interests. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

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

Moreover, 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 cure it either.

Schiller remained silent as he thought about it, and eventually Stark couldn't take it anymore and said, "You... I mean... is she okay? Right?"

Schiller said, "What?"

Stark touched his forehead in 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 met after returning to Marvel was the future Doctor Strange and the current neurologist Strange.

What a clever little ghost he is!

Schiller said viciously to the symbiont in his mind: "Next time, you must remember to eat Strange's brain, anyway, it's useless for him to keep it."