Unfortunately, Jarvis's prophecy came true, and before it got dark, Pepper came in holding Stark by the neck.
Pepper looked very good, in fact, a little too good. Schiller looked the lady up and down and found that she looked ten years younger, with thick hair and a rosy face. On the contrary, it was Stark next to her who was holding her back.
With two dark circles under his eyes, he looked like a thief in the night.
Not caring at all that this was the psychiatric department of Presbyterian Hospital and not Schiller's small clinic, Pepper began her story as usual.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Ever since he found out that Pepper was sick, Stark has entered a state where he would have the quality of the floor checked three times if a cockroach on the roadside kicks his legs. To put it simply, he is so anxious that he explodes.
.
Logically speaking, Stark, who has already seen all kinds of scenery, would not fall ill because of this matter. However, after the earth's technology entered the explosive period, Stark had no time to relax, and worked continuously for hundreds of times with his magic core plugged in.
Hours are common.
If he just worked hard in the laboratory like before, it would not be a big deal to him, but as we all know, when a stall is big, there will be all kinds of troubles. The most energy-consuming thing in scientific research is not the scientific research itself.
It's about solving all the troubles so that you can focus on scientific research.
Stark fell into this state. He was eager to solve all external troubles so that he could return to the laboratory, but his current position meant that those troubles would never be solved.
Today this country competes with that country for patent rights, tomorrow that country's satellites occupy other countries' satellites, and problems arise in the implementation of the technology announced the day after.
Of course Stark could ignore it if he was very cruel, but the problem was that he was a perfectionist. Once various technologies were involved, he had to take a look.
But many times technology is just a pretext, and people just want him to end the lawsuit, or simply to prove that they are right.
After the third industrial revolution, although various countries appeared to be harmonious and generally united on the surface, human beings were like that, and there were a lot of small frictions secretly.
Although the mediation of international relations was later left to Captain America, and the Howards kept running around to mediate, they managed to cope with it.
But soon mankind made great strides towards the interstellar era, and things in interstellar society became even more unclear. Through Asgard, mankind began to exchange technology with some mid-development civilizations, fearing that mankind would suffer losses, and Stark had to
Keep an eye on it all the time and don't give in when bargaining.
While paying attention to the international situation, keep an eye on the experiment, and keep one eye on the interstellar society. Everything is a matter of life and death, and everything may affect the path of mankind in the future. Every perfectionist who has encountered this situation
There is a risk of exhausting oneself to death.
So when Pepper's body also had problems, and the stress accumulated from overwork completely broke out, Stark's anxiety began to break out uncontrollably again, and he refused to take medicine as always.
"I'm not sick, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine if I rest for a while." Stark adjusted the collar of his clothes and said.
"But the psychological evaluation system of the mecha you built has been alarming for two weeks." Pepper's rebuttal was well-founded, "Are you trying to say that there is something wrong with the psychological evaluation system you wrote?"
Stark was choked, and he said stiffly: "How is it possible? There is nothing wrong with the system I wrote. Maybe the alarm is broken."
"Stop, ladies and gentlemen." Schiller tapped the table with the end of his pen and said, "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious now, because you will be anxious later."
But the two people ignored Schiller completely, and they started to quarrel among themselves, and believed that what Schiller said now was nothing more than comforting words for patients with anxiety disorders.
Schiller cleared his throat and said: "There is a super time bomb floating around in our hospital right now. If it explodes, not only the earth, but also about half of the galaxy will be blown up, and the universe may also be blown up and restarted."
The two finally calmed down and looked at Schiller with wide eyes.
"Would you like to sit down and listen now?"
The two hurriedly came to the table, and Stark said: "Tell me, you just made this up to attract our attention."
"Of course not. Didn't Professor
"
Stark gasped.
From Professor
"Where did it come from?" Stark asked confused.
"You have to ask Charles about this, but that's not the point now. If you have confidence in your psychological evaluation system, then take this." Schiller handed the copied medical record to Stark and said, "Analyze it.
, and then think of a way to see if my psychic assault plan works."
Stark took the medical record dubiously, and his frown deepened as he looked at it. He glanced at the case, at Schiller, then at the case, and finally looked at Schiller and said, "Are you sure he is Charles Zell?"
Will’s son?”
"Of course, I know what you are thinking, but pathologically speaking, we have two completely opposite symptoms."
"Okay, I don't understand that, but what measures do you think we should take?" Stark thought for a while and said: "If the power of the explosion can really reach the cosmic level, it's better to be careful."
"Don't worry, I'm absolutely sure that he won't explode. There are other ways to do it." Schiller touched his chin and said, "The problem is that we can't let him be in a state where he can explode at any time, so we need to give him
He does a full brain exam."
"With my device?"
"Yes, your equipment really shouldn't be wasted on examining uterine fibroids that are no bigger than a human fingernail. By the way, I have reservations about those being uterine fibroids."
"What did I say!!" Pepper raised her voice, stared at Stark and said, "The most professional doctors in the universe say so! I said it will get better on its own, as long as you don't bother me anymore!
!!”
"But he is psychological..."
"Then I'll find another most professional doctor!"
Stark helplessly watched Pepper's back go away. Schiller sighed, turned his pen and said: "Although I am a psychiatrist, I must also emphasize to you that psychological factors have always played a role in the cure of diseases.
It is underestimated. It is entirely possible for such tumors to disappear on their own if they practice meditation and are in a good mood."
Stark tilted his head and threw himself into the sofa, folding his arms and saying nothing. Schiller laughed softly and said, "Now do you understand how uncomfortable the anxiety of work withdrawal is?"
"You damn, sinister psychiatrist, how dare you write on my psychological evaluation report that I am unfit for work!" Stark muttered, "It's as if you are saying that I am crazy, or that my
The decline in IQ is simply unreasonable..."
"Relax, this is a typical symptom. When you suddenly withdraw from your busy work, you will wonder whether there will be problems at any time without you in the work, and you will wonder whether the earth will really stop spinning without you.
, which is actually not the case.”
"That's just for ordinary people." Stark stared at Schiller with an unkind look and said, "I'm pretty sure that the earth would really stop spinning without me."
"I'm afraid I have to finish what I'm doing before I can give you a recovery report." Schiller shrugged and said, "And it has to pass the review of the Alliance of Light. I think at least our Mr. Hand of God stands on the side of
My side."
"And because you question him on his professional issues, he will also use his professional experience to hit you hard, so that you won't get a vote. This time you can't buy him with money.
"
"You damn, insidious doctors..."
Soon Pepper walked in angrily, followed by Strange who had not yet taken off his surgical clothes. As soon as he walked in, he said angrily: "Ma'am, I'm afraid this medical idiot next to you is...
The little structures in your womb are to blame, and the other culprit is God.”
"What do you mean?" Stark jumped up.
"What I mean is that some people think that the most normal natural evolution result of aging and hormonal changes is a disease more serious than cancer. Of course, no matter how serious it is, it cannot be more serious than his anti-intellectualism and anti-modern medicalism.
"
Pepper grabbed Stark who was about to rush up, stuck the checklist on his face and said: "Go on vacation, or I will jointly fire you with the board of directors!"
"How could the board of directors..."
"Your parents are on the board of directors, Tony Stark! Don't force me to use the last resort of complaining!"
Stark suddenly collapsed, stretched out his hands in frustration and said: "Okay, okay, ceasefire agreement, honey."
Pepper rolled her eyes and strode out of the office.
Stark spread his hands towards Strange and Schiller, the expression on his face was that you were satisfied now.
Schiller put his pen and notebook on his desk and said, "It's almost time to get off work. Why don't you go have a drink?"
"I still have surgery." Strange was unmoved.
"Yeah, you've been operating for over 50 hours straight, and I'm suggesting that the hospital charge overnight rent for every inch of space on the operating room floor, including the laundry basket, dryer, and even the tray for tweezers.
"
"No way, they'll lose all their neurosurgeons."
"If you don't go, I'll put a cross on the psychological evaluation."
"Despicable psychiatrist."
As the three of them walked towards the end of the corridor, the carpet rolled in at dusk rolled in through the window, and the busy doctors, nurses, patients and family members were like fallen leaves drifting past them. There were always busy beings here.
, stepping on the tail of autumn and getting a moment of leisure.
At the same time, Charles, who was walking in the hospital corridor, found that he had turned in the wrong direction. It was almost dark.
Charles thought for a while and felt that it was not worthwhile to turn around and go back. It was not impossible to go back from this way, so he walked towards this corridor confidently and boldly.
The next second, with a snap, his figure disappeared from the corridor.
