Bob seemed a little unconvinced. He held his breath and said: "As far as I know, many unemployed public transportation workers are protesting and demonstrating, and many people have also caused bombings..."
"I believe that as long as those damn shuttles fall down a few more times, people will definitely know that buses are the safest!"
"Tony Stark, that damn playboy, made money that was supposed to belong to me, and I have to get it back!"
Eddie shook his head and said: "What we want to discuss now is not how you can make Stark pay the price, but how you can save yourself. This does not include when you are holding a bomb.
Are you still so excited, aren't you afraid of accidentally pressing the switch?"
Bob felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him. He suddenly threw away the leather bag in his arms in panic, and said tremblingly: "I...I'm not...Oh my god, how could I build a bomb? I
…”
Bob sniffed and said, "My dad used to be an engineer. I saw him tinkering with this, so I know how to do it, but that was all a long time ago. I don't know how I remembered it..."
"Passionate killing." Schiller suddenly said, "Emotional stimulation, excitement, increased blood pressure, and faster breathing rate will cause blood to rush to the brain, prompting people to recall forgotten knowledge, which is among the passion killings of ordinary people.
A typical example of sudden improvement in ability and knowledge..."
When Eddie and Bob looked at each other at the same time, Schiller lowered his head again, as if he was asleep. After a while, he got excited again and said, "What's wrong?"
Bob was startled by him, and Eddie quickly comforted him: "Ignore him, this friend of mine is not in a good mental state. I originally took him out to relax... Oh, by the way, you said your daughter
I suffer from epilepsy, and I just want to go to my friend's psychological clinic to get something. Maybe there will be medicine there."
Bob's eyes widened immediately and he said: "Psychological clinic? This friend of yours is a psychiatrist? Then how come he still..."
"A doctor cannot heal himself." Eddie shrugged, stood up first, pulled Bob up, and said: "I remember someone told me that Schiller's psychology clinic stocked a lot of medicine.
But I’m not a doctor, and he’s not in a good condition right now. Can you recognize the medicine your daughter is taking?”
"Of course!" Bob jumped up from the ground and said, "If that's the case, that would be great. After all, I have no place to buy medicine without a prescription, and those black clinics are unreliable..."
Eddie led Bob and Schiller to the psychology clinic and said, "You have to make sure you know the correct dosage..."
"Don't worry, my daughter has been suffering from this disease for a long time. After a long period of illness, I am almost half a doctor."
After a while, the three of them arrived at the door of Schiller's psychological clinic. Schiller was in a good mental state when he left, so the door was locked. Unfortunately, as his mental condition deteriorated, he lost the key.
But that didn't stop Eddie.
Just as Bob was about to step forward and say that he knew how to pick locks, Eddie stretched out his arm and waved back. Bob immediately covered his mouth and took a few steps back.
When the venom appeared, I wanted to use violence to directly lift the rolling shutter door, but after thinking about it, I let the mucus enter the keyhole and pry the lock open.
After entering the clinic, it was a mess, and Eddie had no time to clean it up. He directly asked Venom in his mind: "Where is the place where Schiller stocked up on medicines that Peter told you?"
"There are refrigerated cabinets in the basement. Some drugs need to be refrigerated, but there are some addictive drugs there that are dangerous, so..."
Eddie did not continue to listen to Venom's words. He waved directly to Bob and said, "The medicine is in the basement. You can go find it yourself."
After saying that, he went upstairs to pack Schiller's luggage. Bob felt a little flattered and said, "Isn't it good if I just go in and rummage around like this? If the doctor wakes up, he will be angry."
Bar?"
Schiller stood by the door, looking at his fingers without saying a word. Bob hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out.
There was indeed a dazzling array of medicines underneath, most of which Bob didn't recognize. However, he did find medicines for epilepsy, and the medicines were quite comprehensive. Bob didn't care too much, and took out all the explosives in his bag, and then
The medicine box is stuffed.
Eddie also took Schiller with him and said goodbye to Bob at the door of the clinic. Bob was anxious to go home to deliver medicine to his daughter, so Eddie took out his business card, which he had written last night. He said
: "Here is my phone number and address. If you need help, just call this number. Of course, if you are willing to talk to me, a former gold medal reporter, about your story, I will also be happy to hear it..."
Bob felt very touched, so he put the business card in his arms, hugged Eddie, and turned to leave.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Eddie and Schiller returned to Eddie's place, his phone rang, and Bob's anxious voice came from the other side. He said: "Uh, um, Mr. Bullock, I'm sorry, so
I'm going to bother you soon, but one of my colleagues committed suicide. I rescued him, but he is not very well now, and I don't know how to comfort him. Can you come over? Or, your doctor friend
Do you know what to do?"
Eddie took the phone and looked back at Schiller, and then at his watch. After more than a day of getting along, he had figured out the time period when Schiller returned to normal, which was basically during meal time. He could maintain about a
Many hours awake.
However, Eddie's work and rest schedule is not very healthy. All meal times are postponed by about two hours. For example, breakfast is at 9:30, lunch is at 2 p.m., and then there is midnight snack.
Eddie guessed that these time periods probably corresponded to the class time periods when Schiller received treatment as a child, that is, class started at around 9 a.m., ended nap at around 2 p.m., got up and went to class, and went to bed at night.
This kind of routine may have been engraved in Schiller's subconscious. Even when he was sick, he would appear more awake during the course time, that is, the time to communicate with teachers or doctors.
Eddie calculated the time and felt that if he rushed there now, he should be able to catch up with Schiller when he woke up in the morning. So, he put down his luggage, took Schiller and rushed to the street that Bob mentioned.
When they got there, Eddie was a little surprised that the house Bob rented was closer to Hell's Kitchen than the house he rented.
It was a narrow and dark edge alley with a row of low bungalows.
Eddie walked in and knocked on the innermost door. As soon as he stepped in, he looked at Bob and said: "Man, you are so brave! You dare to rent a house here. What gave you such a
Courage?”
Bob sighed and said: "I was deceived... but fortunately, my colleague Brod is an aborigine here, and he helped me a lot, but..."
Bob shook his head, pointed inside, and said, "My daughter lives in the back room. When I first came back, I heard her crying. I asked her what she was crying about, and she said she smelled something strange.
The smell, when I walked into this room, Brod wanted to burn charcoal and commit suicide."
"Fortunately, I came in quickly and quickly opened the doors and windows for ventilation. At that time, he was already a little unconscious, but he woke up soon."
Bob pursed his lips and said: "But after he woke up, he was in a bad mood and wanted to cut his wrists. I heard that your friend is a psychiatrist. Can you find a way to enlighten him? He also has a college student.
Where is his son?"
Eddie poked his head in and saw that in a narrow bungalow room, a bearded man was slumped in the corner. He was quite strong, but his spirit was very listless, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand.
Faced with this situation, Eddie, a layman who had not yet begun self-study, was completely helpless.
He did know that he should first ask the reason, then find the cause of the disease, and then give step-by-step instructions. However, the tutorials he saw online were one thing, and the actual operation was another.
When asking for the cause, how can we ensure that we do not irritate the patient? How can we ensure that we find the key when looking for the cause? And if we find the wrong cause, won’t the subsequent derivation be completely wrong?
Eddie turned his head and looked at Schiller who was standing behind him. Unexpectedly, Schiller did not step forward directly, but began to shrink back.
Schiller walked directly out of the door of the bungalow, turned around and wanted to leave, but as if he didn't know the way, he stopped at the corner and leaned against the wall and squatted down.
Eddie sighed. He thought that he had never encountered such a ridiculous thing in his life. If he wanted a psychiatrist to treat his illness, he had to cure the psychiatrist first. This life was really more exciting than being the editor-in-chief.
I don't know how many times.
Eddie had to squat next to Schiller again. He was a very typical liberal arts student, so he was more sensitive to certain issues than science students who were used to thinking about cause and effect with logical thinking.
"Judging from your importance, the fact that you have disappeared for so long and Stark and the others haven't come to you yet means that there may be some conflicts between you. You don't want to deal with them, and they don't want to deal with you either."
"It can be seen from your current mental state that you should value your friends very much. It may be that some of your quarrels have stimulated you, or it may be that the emotional pressure caused you to collapse during the Cold War.
"
"But I don't understand, why does this deny your identity as a doctor?" Eddie turned his head and frowned, looked at Schiller and said: "I don't mean to kidnap you morally, but under certain conditions, doctors shouldn't
Treat every patient as equally as possible?”
"You go to treat S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you go to treat superheroes, you go to treat super-rich people, why can't you treat ordinary people?"
Schiller gradually woke up, he raised his eyelids vigorously, and then said: "I can't treat ordinary people, I don't like them, I don't like ordinary people..."
"Why don't you like ordinary people? Because they are not strong enough? Because they are not rich enough?" Eddie asked, but soon he asked himself and answered: "Doctor, I don't think you are such a person, you are obviously here
I care about them, but I don’t seem to want to get close to them..."
Schiller lowered his head and said with some stumbling: "Among superheroes, I am a normal person, but among ordinary people, I am a madman..."
"In my superhero group, I play the role of a doctor." Schiller swallowed and said, "But among ordinary people, I am a patient."
Schiller took another deep breath and turned to look at Eddie. Eddie saw a pain in his eyes that he couldn't understand. Then, he heard Schiller say:
"My whole life, I have been learning how to pretend to be a patient and an ordinary person."
"Among superheroes, if I don't act well, no one will be able to find out, because they are not ordinary people, and they won't care. Sometimes I behave abnormally, or I tolerate those abnormalities because I am kind enough."
"But if I were among ordinary people, they would think that I am a patient because of some of my abnormal behaviors." Schiller closed his eyes in pain, and then said: "Through their feedback, I will be continuously strengthened.
, the fact that my acting was not good enough and I have never been cured..."
"This means that my many years of hard work have been of no use." Schiller closed his eyes, stretched out his trembling hand, and pressed it on the side of his neck.
Then, in the same trembling tone, he said:
"What's even more frightening is that this will prove that the doctors and nurses who have put in all their efforts and tried to cure me at the expense of injuries and bleeding, their efforts have been in vain."