The atmosphere in the Stark Tower office was very serious.
Obadiah sat at the head, with a somewhat hesitant expression on his face. Howard sat opposite him, looking hesitant to speak.
Stark and Pepper sit in the left and right seats, facing each other, and the expressions on their faces are wonderful.
But not surprisingly, everyone's eyes were focused on Stark, and the atmosphere was stagnant for a long time. Finally, Obadiah said: "Tony, I fully understand your concerns, but I'm afraid your current state is very...
If you are not suitable to participate in group management, you cannot withdraw your project proposal report for the 19th time. There is a limit to the patience of group shareholders."
Pepper was more direct. She stared at Stark's face and said: "Tony Stark, let me say it one last time. All your personal doctors and Dr. Rodriguez believe that your anxiety disorder has relapsed and you need to recuperate now."
."
Howard cleared his throat and said, "Tony staying in the lab all the time is not an option. Continuing to avoid it will only make the situation worse. You see, the previous conflict between you and Pepper can actually be avoided."
"Then what do you want me to do? Waste my time lying in the hospital?" Stark raised his voice and said, "I can live just as well without you!"
Of course Pepper knew how hurtful these words were, especially to Howard, so she immediately interrupted Stark and said: "Don't say that, Tony, we don't want to leave you with a situation that you can't solve when you wake up."
This is a mess, and this indulgence is doing you a disservice."
"I don't understand why you care about me!" Stark almost roared, "I am staying in the laboratory doing experiments as usual, and you have to say that I am sick!"
"You have never submitted a project proposal and withdrawn it more than ten times before." Obadiah sighed lightly and said, "You put too much pressure on yourself."
"That's because some details are not perfect..."
"There are no details that can be completely perfect." Howard said: "What you should pursue is balance, not perfection."
"I don't need you to guide me yet!"
Pepper quickly interrupted the conversation between father and son and said: "Tony, the solar system development plan puts too much pressure on you. I know you don't want to miss this important moment for mankind, but if you continue like this, you will regret it.
."
"We are gathered here today to avoid this situation." Obadiah said: "You need to rest and relax, adjust your mental state, instead of forcing yourself again and again..."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and several other people frowned. They clearly informed everyone not to come and disturb them, but when the figure appeared in front of the door, they all relaxed again.
Schiller walked in.
Schiller was stunned when he saw the serious atmosphere in the room. He first observed what was happening, and then said: "Well, I have something to talk to Tony about. It's okay. You guys can talk first. I'll come over later."
"You came just in time, doctor. We know you were very busy some time ago and have never dared to disturb you." Pepper immediately stood up and welcomed Schiller in and said, "What we are discussing now is Tony's mental problem."
"I'm mentally fine!"
"Think again," Schiller said.
Stark rolled his eyes in anger.
Schiller sat where Pepper originally sat, which was opposite Stark. Just as Stark was about to say something, Schiller said: "I was too busy some time ago to pay attention to your status.
,have you missed two psychological evaluations?"
"Yeah, some people are so busy that they want to do psychological evaluations for other Starks twice a day." Stark's attention was completely diverted, and he said: "Where are those two guys? What's going on with them?
Behind your ass?"
"They have all gone back to their hometowns. I asked them to go back." Schiller rubbed his temples and said, "After all, the world doesn't need so many super geniuses. The original one is better."
Stark was subtly coaxed, but he quickly snorted and said, "Hurry up and tell them I'm not sick. My anxiety disorder has long since recovered. It was you who issued the recovery notice."
"Yes, but based on your recent behavior, you may indeed have some mental problems."
As soon as Stark opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Schiller. Schiller looked into his eyes and said: "You have created a perfect image for yourself in your mind. Perfection is based on the current background of the times. Jane
In other words, the greatest scientist of all time."
"At a certain period, you were in awe of the famous scientists in history, but soon you began to want to surpass them. You spent a long time worrying that you would never have the opportunity to be equal to them because
You are different from their times, and you will never be a pioneer or pioneer."
"You hate so much that in the future someone may call you a person standing on the shoulders of giants. That is not what you want at all. You don't want to bask in the sun on a calm sea, you just want to brave the rapids and ride the waves."
"But during that time, you knew that you didn't have this opportunity, because you were born too late, and human beings were like stagnant water without waves in ancient wells. The path of scientific research has entered the era of exhaustive methods, and those genius ideas of yours are more like
It’s the icing on the cake, not a thorn in the side.”
"How can you be willing to do so? You want to be an unprecedented pioneer, not a transitional person who connects the past with the future."
"Now the opportunity has come. Human science and technology has begun to explode again, and you are the core of the explosion, the eye of the storm. You finally have the opportunity to realize your ambition. You must do your best and do your best.
better."
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"Since you have the opportunity to leave a mark in history, you are also determined to let future historians write your article until their wrists feel sore. As long as you do more, do more, there will be one more person.
Being saved will allow humans, the babies that have just stepped out of the cradle, to walk more steadily and faster."
"You start to overdraw like crazy, letting your brain run at an extremely unhealthy speed, just to squeeze out your future potential. What you are thinking of are these ideas that I will think of sooner or later. Why not now? Do ten minutes in a quarter of an hour.
Isn’t it the same as doing one point in the next ten and a quarter hours?”
"But reason is telling you that this is not possible. Every part of your body is sending you danger signals. You understand that there are no limits to exploration and transcendence. It is like an endless sea. No matter how fast you rush, you will always see
Not reaching the shore."
"Wandering and struggling in an endless sea is a typical feeling of anxiety disorder."
Schiller paused briefly and then said: "Unlike what many people think, the root cause of depression is lack of hope. Regardless of whether a ship will actually come, they feel that the ship will never come, so they let go of their hands and let it go."
Sink, embrace death with joy.”
"The root cause of anxiety disorders lies in expectation. They know that the ship may not come, but they still feel the pain of suffocation on the edge of drowning for that glimmer of hope, clinging to the only driftwood and never letting go."
"So I always say that you are the most typical anxiety patient." Schiller looked at Stark and said: "Being in the laboratory and conducting scientific research is your driftwood. You will think that as long as you continue like this, you will always be able to survive."
One day I will be liberated, one day I will."
"But the sea water is floating on your head. In the middle of the night, you can't raise your head. You can only feel it choking into your mouth and nose, pouring into your trachea, until it fills every alveoli of your lungs."
"The suffocation makes you unconscious, the coldness makes you tremble all over, and the lack of strength makes your whole body stiff. You want to let go, but you see the ship lights in the hazy place. You want to continue waiting, but what lights up is the distant moonlight at the end of the sky.
"
"enough!"
But it was not Stark who made a sound. Pepper slapped the table and stood up and said: "You must leave your damn laboratory immediately and go home to sleep."
Just as Stark was about to open his mouth to speak, Pepper roared at him: "If I see you in any corner of Stark Tower again, it will be over for both of us!! Anthony Stark!!!
"
Stark was kicked out of the office by the furious Pepper. He stood at the door with his hands on his hips and looked at Schiller and said, "I'm fired, are you satisfied?"
"Don't worry, even if you are fired, you still have to pay your medical bills this quarter."
"You have to irritate Pepper like this? Quack!"
"This just proves that I am not a quack." Schiller and Stark said as they walked outside: "Only Pepper can cure you. Don't you think this is a solution?"
"What was solved?!" Stark raised his voice and said, "She kicked my authority out of the Stark Tower system directly. I can't even enter the laboratory!"
"You know you can, but you don't want to do it because you don't dare to bet on how long Pepper can tolerate you."
"Turn off your damn mind-reading skills!"
"Okay." Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch and said, "I haven't eaten in the Stark Tower cafeteria for a long time. Let's go."
Stark looked at him warily and said: "Is your food storage running out again? I must tell you, after I lose the authority, I will not have free canteen quota. I have to pay for my meals."
"Then do you have money?"
"Yes, yes, but why should I invite you?"
"Because I plan to introduce you to a big business." Schiller smiled and said, "Believe me, this meal is definitely worth the price of admission."
Stark curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.
They quickly arrived at the cafeteria. After such a long time, the cafeteria had not changed much. It was still full of technology and had a strong smell of rice.
Although some chefs who looked familiar saw Schiller as if they were seeing dinosaurs, Schiller's strong psychological quality allowed him to completely ignore such looks and found a place to sit down with Stark.
"Hello, gentlemen, what would you like to order?"
"I want a hamburger and a glass of ice water." Stark waved his hand, obviously not in the mood to eat and planning to make a fool of himself.
“Have a salmon tartare, Provençal spinach cannoli, or this one, popper ham, buffalo cheese sandwich, braised roasted artichokes, fresh raspberry pie, hand-made spiral traditional pasta...”
"Are you trying to push yourself to death?" Stark asked.
"Believe me, these aren't much." Schiller handed the menu back to the waiter and said, "Another soda with a little blueberry jam, thank you."
After the waiter left, Schiller was fiddling with his cell phone. Stark was a little curious, so he craned his neck to look over there.
The food came out quickly, and the table was full. Compared with the sumptuous scene at Schiller's place, Stark's place was simply a bit shabby. A small hamburger was placed alone in the middle of the plate, with a stick on it.
