The weather in New York is much better than that in Gotham. Even though it is already winter, the weather is still very sunny. Looking out from the window on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the busy traffic on the highway at the other end of the skyline.
Schiller got up very early. Pikachu pushed the door open with his short hands, then stretched and said: "Your damn old-fashioned hot water kettle screams too loud! Yawn, where did you get it?
Such an old antique?"
Schiller walked down the stairs, and Pikachu slid down the handrail. When he arrived at the restaurant on the second floor, the hot water kettle was steaming and making sharp chirps from time to time.
Schiller used magic to levitate the kettle and put it on the table. Then he waved his hand again and a pan flew over. He poured some olive oil on it and started making breakfast.
Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a bang, got in and rummaged for something to eat, and said with disgust as he rummaged through it: "I should really throw away these damn blue cheeses of yours, how can it be so smelly! Oh... also
There's this damn lettuce, this thing tastes like chewing on plastic, let me see...here it is! My cheddar cheese! Put it on my breakfast sandwich later, and this is my favorite lunch
Canned meat, help me cut it and sandwich it in the middle. Remember, it must be cut thickly..."
At this time, the door of the clinic downstairs rang, and Schiller heard Peter's voice accompanied by the footsteps going upstairs: "Sir! I'm here! I asked my uncle to borrow a toolbox. I will definitely be able to remove that damn thing today."
The electric switch will be repaired..."
As soon as he walked up, the open door of the refrigerator just blocked his view. He closed the refrigerator door with a wave of his hand, and then with a "bang", a scream came: "Oh! Shit!! My waist
!!!"
Peter hurriedly opened the refrigerator door again, and he found the furry Pikachu clinging to the refrigerator partition. His waist happened to hit the can bottle caps placed on the refrigerator door.
Peter took him down and said, "You still have a waist? Where is it?"
"Hey, kid, don't force me to expose you. Yesterday, the switch was not broken. It was obviously because you lost 30 lives and still didn't clear the level..."
Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said, "Doctor Schiller, what did you do? Why does it smell so good?"
"If you want to eat an ordinary fried sandwich, I'll make you a large one."
"Okay, but it doesn't need to be too big. My appetite has become smaller recently."
"That's really good news." Schiller said while frying eggs. "At least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day until your wrist hurts."
While Peter was chatting with Schiller, he caught a glimpse of the ring on his ring finger. The subtle changes in his expression were noticed by Pikachu. Pikachu looked around and then said: "We haven't taken out the game cartridge from yesterday yet.
Do you want another plate?"
Peter didn't know why, but when Pikachu flicked its tail and pointed its furry lightning-shaped tail downstairs, Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.
After a while, the two came back muttering, and Pikachu jumped on the stove and looked at Schiller.
Schiller was using a spatula to turn over the golden omelette in the center. Peter winked at Pikachu from behind. Pikachu wrinkled his nose and said: "Well, okay, I think... it's quite hard for you to cook for us.
How about we go out to eat?"
Schiller looked at him in great surprise and said: "The sun rises from the west today? Normally at this time you would only ask me to fry the eggs a little tender."
"I mean...well, it's nothing, but I always feel that you humans shouldn't keep everything in your heart. It's not good for your health..."
"I'm a psychiatrist, I know this better than you do, otherwise whose money would I be making?" Schiller said.
Pikachu swung its tail. Just as he was about to say something more, Peter grabbed him and Peter laughed twice and said, "Haha, doctor, let's go play games for a while and I'll come back to help you later."
.”
Pikachu slapped Peter's face hard with his tail in retaliation for hitting him on the waist. Peter, not to be outdone, grabbed Pikachu's ears and threw them around, and the two went downstairs while fighting.
Schiller felt a little baffled. He always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.
After a while, Steve, who had just finished his morning run, came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and then walked up to the second floor following the scent. He said: "The structure of this old house is too unreasonable. The kitchen is too unreasonable."
It happens to be still on the second floor.”
"Thankfully I still have the money to afford a good range hood," Schiller said.
"Then you have to thank Nick, he didn't give you less bonus, right?"
"What? In what name did he give you the bonus? How much did you get? 30% or 20%?"
"Not counting taxes, it's only 18%." Steve shrugged.
“His economic understanding of additional income distribution is really becoming more and more macroscopic.”
Steve put the towel on the railing, then opened the refrigerator very naturally and said: "Let me see, where is the steak I put here last time? Oh, it is here, there is still a little half left, I think I can
Make a beef cheeseburger, where's the cheese? I remember there was half a piece left last time..."
"Stop looking, have you forgotten that I have a mouse here that is just like Jerry? Besides blue cheese, which cheese can survive the next day?"
"Oh my God! That's almost two pounds of cheese, and he ate it all? Not a single bit left?"
"That's not true. It's not just him. Peter made a Margherita pizza last time and put at least a pound on it."
Steve shook his head and closed the refrigerator door and said: "Young people nowadays really don't know how to save. Is there any good convenience store in Hell's Kitchen? I can buy some cheese slices."
"When you go out, turn right and walk two streets forward to go to Mrs. Helena's place. Of course, you'd better say that you are going to buy cheese, otherwise she may think you are applying for a job."
"Applying? What kind of job is there in this damn place that I need to apply for?"
"Of course, Mrs. Helena owns three striptease bars and the business is booming. She should like yours the best."
Steve curled his lips and said, "I'd better take a long detour and leave Hell's Kitchen before I buy it."
Then he came over and patted Schiller on the shoulder and said: "Hey, I know you are a doctor, but doctors are also ordinary people, and psychiatrists are not omnipotent. If you have anything to talk about, you can come to me.
, we are friends.”
After saying that, he turned around and left, which made Schiller very confused. He just got up in the morning to make breakfast and fry an egg. Why did everyone have a strange attitude?
Not long after Steve left, Stark flew in through the window wearing a suit and carrying a lot of information. The cold wind carried by the suit howled into the room of the psychology clinic.
Schiller turned around and was startled by Stark's dark circles. He said, "Damn it, what did you do?"
"Oh, could it be...Did Miss Pepper take leave today?"
"What are you talking about? I did research all night for the information you brought yesterday."
After that, he put the pile of documents on Schiller's desk and said: "There is almost no progress in neural external technology. Uncle Obadiah is still in a coma, so I can't ask him, but I
I figured out another way."
Iron Man was still wearing his armor. He pointed at one part of the information with his metal-covered gauntlet and said: "If the aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we will find a way to replace them with machinery.
It's like replacing a heart."
"I don't think you need to explain the principle to me clearly. I just want to know how feasible it is?"
Stark crossed his arms and stared at the data pictures. He said: "You have to know that even if I am a genius, I cannot conjure technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it must go through a lot of processes."
Only after safety testing can it be put into use.”
Stark also glanced at the ring on Schiller's finger. He touched his lips, and then said: "If you are really in urgent need, I can convene a neuroscience consultation in the name of the Stark Group. That's okay.
Come to the world's most renowned neuroscience experts."
"Of course, you'd better invite the patients, otherwise they won't be able to create a method out of thin air."
"I'm afraid it's difficult," Schiller said.
What he said is true, not to mention how he can bring DC characters to Marvel. Even if he can do it, the time flow rate between the two parties is inconsistent, which may cause many problems and may also create great risks.
Schiller knows very well that unlike in Marvel, he has one of the most important tasks in the DC world, which is to get rid of the entanglement of his enemies.
His enemy is by no means an ordinary person. First of all, he can hire Deathstroke to kill him. The words Deathstroke left before leaving have revealed enough information. When Schiller wants to pay him to kill him,
When he was the employer, Deathstroke's first reaction was "You can't afford this price."
And when Schiller further tested and said that the world's richest man would pay for it, Deathstroke still left without hesitation, which shows that he judged that even if there was a sufficient price, it was not worth his complete defection.
For Deathstroke, the world's top mercenary, to make such a judgment is already telling. It seems that the original owner was not involved in a simple conflict of interests. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.
For this reason, Schiller hopes that Victor can become his ally to make up for his deficiencies in engineering and mechanics, so he is willing to help Victor's wife as much as possible to prevent Victor from becoming Freeze
It is possible for people, but this does not mean that he must take huge risks to lead people to shuttle between the two worlds.
Moreover, this does not fundamentally solve the problem. DC’s experts and scholars cannot cure this disease, and neither can Marvel’s ordinary experts.
Schiller remained silent while thinking. Finally, Stark couldn't help it anymore and said: "You...I mean...is she okay? Right?"
Schiller said: "What?"
Stark touched his forehead in embarrassment, and then said: "I heard from Coulson that your wife's condition is not very good..."
Schiller was stunned. Where did this rumor come from? Where did he get a wife?!
He said why everyone's attitude is so strange today!
Soon, he remembered the first person he met after returning to Marvel—the future Doctor Strange and current neurologist Strange.
He is such a clever little guy!
Schiller said fiercely to the symbiote in his mind: "You must remember to eat Strange's brain next time. He is of no use keeping it anyway."