In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 6: “Unfortunate” resignation

When going to bed at night, Schiller found that he could actually stay in Marvel all the time. He could sleep, go back to DC, continue to sleep in DC, and then return to Marvel. Anyway, DC has time. If he doesn't leave, he can always stay in Marvel and not smoke the smog of Gotham City.

But the good times didn't last long. Before Schiller took Peter and his family for a medical examination on the weekend, the S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was another working day. Schiller had just finished his ward rounds 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 his desk without looking up. Suddenly, the spider The induction vibrated, and he looked up vigilantly, and saw a strange man standing in front of the door.

"Hey, doctor, don't be nervous. I'm Coulson, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." The man saw Schiller's tense posture, and Schiller glanced at him from above the glasses and said, "Let's go out and say, everyone here He is my patient."

Coulson nodded quickly, and the two went downstairs together and sat down in the coffee shop next to the hospital. Schiller frowned and said, "Is there no one in your S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or find someone who can wear a nurse's uniform?" Is it difficult for a female agent?"

Coulson was somewhat puzzled by Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't ordinary people show fear or rejection of this kind of plot where agents suddenly came to the door? It seems that the boss is right, there is definitely something wrong with Schiller.

Schiller showed some impatience. He said: "I have been late for one day and absent from work for one day. The whole clinic knows that I stay up late and drink and take drugs. If you insist on making trouble for me, can you wait for this time?" Let's talk about it after the past? I will be fired!"

"But according to our information, you are only a temporary psychological consultant hired by the Presbyterian Hospital, and you were only replaced because the director of the psychiatric department was absent..."

"Is that important? I need this job very much now, what if you make me lose my job?"

Coulson said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller, we didn't intend to bother you, but we heard that you are Mr. Stark's psychological consultant, and we want to know more about his psychological condition. Of course, we will pay the consultation fee on time..."

"A million dollars an hour."

"Pfft!" Coulson took a sip of coffee, wiped his mouth and said, "If you refuse, you don't have to make such an excuse..."

"If you can't afford it, don't see a doctor." 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 the headset and said, "I'm afraid there is something tricky in the hospital. He took me away in a hurry, and he was in a hurry to go back...Okay, okay of..."

Schiller returned to the consultation room. He concentrated his attention, turned on telepathy to the maximum, and then felt the emotions of those mental patients, and expressed some emotions in words as much as possible—the inner world of a group of mental patients is really It was very chaotic and crazy. Schiller scribbled a dozen pages and locked them in a drawer.

When he returned to the apartment at night, he found that some special agents should have searched it. Schiller scanned it with a spider sensor, but found no bugs or cameras, so he ignored it.

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury stares at the glowing profile panel with Schiller's details on it, with Coulson saying behind him: "He's nervous about his work, doesn't seem to want to leave that hospital , a lot of wine bottles and some medicines were found in his home..."

"This is some paper we found in his office tonight, only these, and more seems to be disposed of urgently by him, because we found a large amount of pulp washed down by the shredder in the sewer, but unfortunately it has been unable to Undo."

Nick took the papers and said, "He has a mental illness? No, these don't seem to be the ravings of a person. He collects psychological data of mental patients in the psychiatric department? How does he communicate with those mental patients? "

"This is obviously not information that ordinary doctors can obtain. These records even contain the extreme privacy of patients..."

"He can hypnotize?" Coulson said.

"Our therapist does too. Can he tell you what color underwear you liked to wear in elementary school?" Nick said.

"Maybe he just made it up," Coulson said.

"He seems to have an extra understanding of the past of Stark Industries and our old friends, and he can hit Stark's weaknesses head-on. Today, it seems that Stark's smart butler has fallen into a logical deadlock ’ said Nick.

"You want him to work for us?"

"He is very capable of dealing with Stark, and we will have more people like this to deal with in the future." Nick put the stack of documents aside, and said, "Anyway, let's find out whether there are any people in the hospital. What, transfer him out of there if possible."

"I hate this group of high-level intellectuals the most. They are always too calm, cautious and unpredictable. This kind of opponent who knows how to use their brains is very difficult to deal with." Nick said.

"Maybe he's just an ordinary psychiatrist, and it's his hobby to collect the crazy words of those patients..." Coulson said.

"Colson, you sometimes make me suspect that your rank of eighth-level agent is very watery." Nick said.

"A person who can make Stark completely lose his composure within thirty minutes, and then swagger into Stark Industries the next day, do you think he is an ordinary psychiatrist? Or do you think Tony Stark Is Ke really a cynical **** who only spends time with models?"

"Got it, I'll get him out of that hospital first," Coulson said.

So, the next day, Schiller received the news of his dismissal in Stark's office. He spread his hands and said, "Look, I really need your support, Mr. Stark, You wouldn't just watch your dedicated psychological counselor lose his job and go bankrupt, would you?"

Stark said: "Two million dollars is not enough for you to open a psychological clinic of your own?"

"Money is not the problem, the problem is the qualifications required by the psychological clinic. I need to open a legal psychological consultation room, not a scam institution on the street that is no different from divination."

"With your resume, can't you still apply? Yesterday Jarvis told me that you have three doctorates and have worked in the best hospitals in six states."

"Yes, it's just that the location of the psychological clinic I want to open is rather special." Schiller said after taking a sip of ice wine.

Stark said while tinkering with the machine: "Where is it?"

"Hell's Kitchen," Schiller said.

With a shake of Stark's hand, a series of sparks exploded in that poor Mark 2, and he said: "I really can't see that you still have a motherly heart like the Virgin Mary, and you want to save that piece of land." Poor ghosts and rotten poisonous ghosts in the **** block."

Schiller didn't say much, he said: "I need a psychological clinic legally opened in Hell's Kitchen. For this, I can promise you a request."

Schiller put the emphasis on the word "legal".

Stark said: "Do I have something to ask you for help, oh, what a joke, I am Stark."

"Don't you want to know if Pepper really likes you?"

Stark shook his hand again, and the Mark 2 directly exploded on his right leg. Schiller took a step back silently, looking at Stark whose face was blackened by the blow, he rubbed his face in a panic, and said : "What did you say? What happened to Pepper?"

Obviously, Stark is not yet aware of his feelings for Pepper.

"I can tell you at the right time, whether Pepper really loves you, to be accurate, you have seen my ability."

"Of course Pepper loves me, and women all over the world love Stark." Stark said.

"Is she just one of the women in the world? Nothing special?" Schiller asked.

Stark fell silent.

"I can promise you, of course, from tomorrow onwards you will not be used to give me any psychological counseling, if Pepper finds you, you will shirk it."

"Can't you afford the consultation fee?"

Stark, like a cat with its tail trampled on, exclaimed, "I can pay you $10 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 leg missing at the same time~IndoMTL.com~ Stark pointed at the door: "Leave immediately!!!"

Schiller returned to his home, and he sent a message to Peter, saying: "The physical examination for the weekend has been booked, I will greet the hospital and let them provide you with thoughtful services, but our meeting time may be postponed Because I have resigned from that hospital."

Peter hurriedly expressed his concern, but Schiller only said that it was a change in his career plan, and didn't say much, but Peter was a little moved. After all, he could still think about the medical examination he had ordered before, and he said eagerly: "You Are you still in New York? If you are still, I think we can meet up, go out for dinner or something, or you come to my house..."

Schiller declined Peter and sent Charles a message: "You said what would happen if I opened a hospital in hell?"

"I'm afraid the devil won't accept your love."

"You seem to feel deeply about this."

"I advise you not to do this, maybe you are just a talented ordinary person, but ordinary people cannot resist the devil."

"But only criminals fight criminals, don't they?"

Charles on the computer side saw this sentence and fell silent. He thought, Max, do you think so too?

Only by turning yourself into a criminal can you deal with the most heinous criminals?

Charles shook his head, no, justice must have its just way to achieve it, if you can only fight against the devil by putting yourself in hell, it is no different from being in the same rank.

Outside the window, the students of Xavier School for Gifted Boys are chasing and fighting on the playground, Storm is yelling at them to go back to class, while Jean is watching, everything looks beautiful.

It's just that Xavier knows that the shadow of the black phoenix is ​​far from leaving.