The Stark that Schiller saw was indeed on the verge of madness. His mental state was in a mess. With telepathy, Schiller could be shaken by his chaotic and tangled thoughts through the wall and give him a headache.
Schiller took a deep breath and walked in. Stark raised his eyes, rolled his eyes, and gave Schiller a big white eye.
Although he looked a little haggard, he was not embarrassed. The consequence of wanting to save face was that Schiller could feel that he was on the verge of collapse, but he just didn't want to show it in front of Pepper.
Schiller coughed. Pepper glanced at Stark worriedly, then turned and left. Schiller sat across from Stark. Schiller said: "Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question?
"
"What are you asking? Are you talking about philosophy with me in a pretentious manner? Or are you talking about those useless psychological theories?"
"Ahem, no, I just want to ask how much my hourly wage is?"
Stark was obviously stunned by this question. He said in great surprise: "What did you say?"
"I said I wanted to know how much my counseling would cost because I was so drunk when Ms. Pepper was discussing the price with me that I forgot all about it when I woke up," Schiller said.
Stark's native language at this time was Speechless. He waved his hand and said: "You shouldn't choose an abstract topic that is common to all psychiatrists...such as the meaning of life, the object of sorrow, and other topics...
"
"Yes, that is the next step, after the consultation is officially started, but I have to confirm first whether you can afford my psychological consultation fee."
Stark's eyes widened and he said in shock: "What did you say?! Do you know who I am! God, are you some kind of primitive person? Don't you know me? Don't you know this is Stark Tower?
?"
"Yes, I know you are rich, Mr. Stark, but how much money you have and how much you are willing to offer are two different things."
"……How much do you want?"
"One million dollars an hour, no negotiation."
"Here you go! Here you go! You philistine lunatic doctor, are you crazy? One million dollars! I can invite a dozen beauties on the yacht..."
"I vaguely heard that someone said he was very rich."
Stark was really speechless by Schiller. He said: "Are you sent by Pepper to punish me? Very good! Go tell her! She succeeded! I have already explained the party I threw last time
It’s just to say goodbye to those ex-girlfriends, not to do anything else, why doesn’t she believe it!”
Schiller said: "A dozen beauties on a yacht won't make you any better, sir, especially when you feel like you're dying."
Stark's exaggerated body movements stopped. He stiffened for a moment and looked back at Schiller with suspicious eyes.
Schiller sat there calmly and said: "You are very afraid of death now, but perhaps what scares you most is not death, but the lack of a chance to redeem your mistakes..."
"Shit. Who are you? Who are you?" Stark started to get excited and said, "Did Pepper say something to you... No, she doesn't know either, you..."
Stark stared at Schiller and said, "Don't do these tricks with me. I don't believe there is any damn mind-reading ability in this world."
"There is no mind reading in the world, there is only psychology." Schiller said.
He stood up and said to Stark: "You can continue to perfunctory. Anyway, my consultation fee is one million US dollars an hour. If we wait for a while, I can buy a new car."
Stark was troubled by his sometimes serious and sometimes random words. He said: "How did you see it? With that ridiculous psychology?"
"That's not important. What's important is that the only advice I can give you is that it's best to solve the problem of death first. Of course, you may think what I say is simple."
"But the method is..."
Schiller stopped, and Stark looked at him with wide eyes. Schiller said: "Pay a 50% deposit in advance, and then we will start the next treatment."
Stark's head was filled with smoke and his nose was sneezing. He was so angry that Schiller laughed. He picked up the phone and called Pepper and said: "My sweetheart, where did you hire a vampire doctor from?...Yes, he
I was given a consultation fee of one million US dollars per hour..."
Schiller grabbed the phone directly and said: "Miss Pepper, Mr. Stark's calculation unit for one million U.S. dollars is a beauty on a yacht..."
Then he hung up the phone, shook his phone and said, "The money will arrive in five minutes."
Stark still stared at him.
Stark crossed his arms and said, "Go on, I want to see what you can say."
"What have you been running from?"
"What? What am I running away from?"
"You'd better ask yourself, the answer is hidden here. I'm not referring to Miss Pepper's fatal phone call or the ambiguous text messages from her ex-girlfriend. I'm serious..."
Schiller leaned on the table, folded his arms, pushed up his glasses and said: "I have never seen such a strange case, it is very unique, very rare..."
Stark shuddered and said, "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me."
"You are not as ridiculous as you appear. I know a person who is very similar to you. He disguises himself as a playboy, like a fool who lives his life and never thinks about tomorrow."
"But he is very smart, too smart, so he has been waiting for someone to give him an answer, and the answer comes from... his past."
Stark looked at Schiller, and Schiller looked at him. Stark whispered: "I will give you two million dollars, leave here, and I will tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective. I..."
"If I guess correctly, Miss Pepper is listening right now," Schiller said.
Stark was silent, and Schiller said: "For two million dollars, I will tell you a method that really works."
"make a deal."
"The part of your most taboo past contains all the answers you want. I have seen it in the news. Your father, the founder of Stark Group..."
"That's enough," Stark said.
He turned around, and Schiller couldn't see his expression. Stark's voice was trembling a little, and he said, "Pepper will transfer you the consulting fee and get out of here."
"...He will be willing to give you a second life. God bless you."
"leave here!!!"
After Schiller left, Stark smashed the wine glass on the table, and in the SHIELD office, Nick Fury pressed the earphone and said: "Immediately investigate a psychiatrist named Schiller. I want to get him right away."
All information.”
After Schiller left, a large amount of money was quickly received in his account. He thought happily that although Stark was difficult to deal with now, he got what he paid for, and he was still willing to help this big dog solve his problems.
And soon, there was another surprise: Schiller discovered that he could copy Spider-Man's abilities.
It turns out that the lack of this function before was not due to a system failure, but because Peter hadn't been bitten yet. Now that his spider ability has appeared, Schiller can naturally copy it.
Schiller clicked to copy, and he got "Spider Sense (low-level)". Compared with the momentary impact of getting telepathy, this time it seemed ordinary. Schiller felt that his five senses were slightly improved, that is, he could see.
The further away, the more clearly you can hear. As for intuition, Schiller hasn't felt it yet.
He was a little regretful. It would be great if he could have the physical strength of the little spider, but it is a weakened version anyway. It is probably just a slight improvement in athletic ability, but it is far from being able to reach the sky or the earth.
Spider-Man didn't have that much power in the beginning. His spider ability developed gradually. At present, it seems that it is just a little beyond ordinary people, and it is not too exaggerated.
But now that the plot of Spider-Man has begun, Peter's uncle may also be in trouble. Schiller thought about it and sent Peter a message. He said: "How are you? Do you want to come to the hospital to see me? I
I am a doctor and can introduce you to a reliable trauma doctor."
Peter's reply came quickly and he said: "Wow! How cool that you're a doctor. What hospital do you work at? What kind of doctor is it? Orthopedic surgeon? But I guess I don't need a surgeon anymore, I'm
I'm very happy, I think Gwen will agree to my pursuit soon..."
Schiller said: "I advise you to come and get it checked out. Being bitten by an animal is no joke. We can also meet..."
Peter obviously hesitated. After all, it was not a good idea to meet netizens at this time. He had just gained the spider power and was so excited that he didn't want to do anything else. Schiller said: "I think you can bring Miss Gwen with you. I'm here."
Presbyterian Hospital, I can let you have a comprehensive physical examination for free, and then you can go to a nearby coffee shop..."
Peter was a little tempted. First, his family situation was not good and he had no chance to do a physical examination. Moreover, every New Yorker had heard of the name of Presbyterian Hospital. He said, "Thank you, but I want to take my uncle and aunt with me."
, they are older, of course, this may be a bit excessive. If not, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Schiller thought for a moment and thought that this might be better. He said, "Okay, I'll make a reservation for you this weekend. You can also try to call Miss Gwen and her family. There are plenty of places I can make an appointment for."
Peter happily called Gwen. You know, he has been helped by Gwen because his family situation is not very good. Gwen always brings him snacks and yogurt. Peter always feels that he can't help Gwen.
I'm busy, so I feel guilty all the time.
But this is a good opportunity to make amends. Presbyterian Hospital is not that easy to get into. Even if Gwen's father is the New York Police Commissioner, if you want to make an appointment for a comprehensive physical examination, you still have to wait in line for a long time, or you may not be able to make an appointment at all.
Peter feels that he has been very successful recently. First, he has superpowers. The friend he met online is a doctor in a big hospital, and he seems to be the attending doctor. Now his uncle and aunt will not think that his online chat is a waste of time.