"...I read your physical examination report. There are no problems with the physiological data. You said that you have had migraines recently. This may be caused by mental stress. Have you encountered anything troublesome recently?"
Schiller held a physical examination report in his hand, pushed up his glasses, looked at Steve opposite and asked. When Steve was sitting on the chair in the psychological clinic, he seemed a little restrained. He put his elbows on his hands.
Go to the table and say: "Yes, I have been a little nervous recently, just..."
Seeing Steve's hesitation, Schiller smiled and said, "I guess you met a beautiful female agent at SHIELD, and then the two of you..."
"No, that's not the case." Steve immediately denied it. He said: "We only met once in a coffee shop, and we have known each other for less than a week. We can't talk about it at all... we can't talk about it..."
"You know what? From the moment you walked in, I guessed that our famous Captain America must be in love." Schiller put down the medical examination report in his hand, Steve rubbed his hands and said, "It's so obvious
?"
"You're very clean-shaven today, and you're not wearing that old-fashioned motorcycle jacket. Instead, you're wearing a rather fashionable windbreaker, and your hair must have been done as well..." Schiller took one piece at a time.
The other person pointed out Steve's difference, and Steve groped the side of his cheek, looking a little embarrassed.
"Welcoming a new life always makes people a little nervous and anxious. In addition, your previous anxiety disorder has not been completely cured, so it is normal to have physiological symptoms. If the pain is severe, you can take some painkillers."
"No, I just feel a little sore and swollen occasionally, and it'll be fine in a few minutes. By the way, how is my anxiety disorder?" Steve asked worriedly. He said, "If I still have mental illness, it's best to
It’s better not to deal with her..."
"Your thinking is still stuck a few decades ago. Not all mental illnesses will make people aggressive. Anxiety disorder is not a very rare disease. Moreover, you are almost recovered now. The last review next week.
If there are no problems, you can be declared cured." Schiller said with a smile.
Steve breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from his seat, and then said to Schiller: "Thank you, doctor, without you, I really don't know what I would have done... By the way, I want to get the A.D. Shield
I have moved out of the bureau’s dormitory. When I finish moving, I will invite you to come over..."
"Don't worry, I'm waiting for your invitation." Schiller sent Steve out the door.
After leaving Arkham Sanitarium, Steve stretched hard and felt a lot more relaxed.
Even for a super soldier, moving is still a bit tiring, but fortunately, the work has come to an end. If I just clean it up today, it will be almost done.
Thinking of this, Steve quickened his pace. He planned to finish the moving work today, and maybe ask the female agent out for dinner tomorrow.
Soon he returned to SHIELD's dormitory. After packing the last big box, he walked out with the box in his arms and met Schiller. Steve tried hard to free a hand and waved to him.
, Schiller nodded to him, and the two passed by.
Walking along the corridor to the end and taking the elevator, Steve was about to press the number for the first floor when another figure walked in again.
"Oh, Dr. Schiller, are you going down too? Did you forget something?" Steve asked.
"No, I have to go back to the nursing home. There is a patient waiting for me there. Which floor are you going to?"
"First floor, thank you."
Schiller helped Steve press the button for the floor, but soon Steve realized something was wrong. He asked: "Go back to the nursing home? But didn't you just come from the nursing home?"
But at this moment, the elevator reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, and Schiller walked out first. Steve shook his head in confusion, hugged the box, and found Colson in the parking lot.
"Hey, Captain, good afternoon, come on, put it in the trunk, I'll take you there." Colson greeted Steve, took the box from his hand, and put it in the trunk.
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After the two got in the car, Steve asked with some confusion: "Did you just see Dr. Schiller? Why did he run back and forth between SHIELD and the sanatorium?"
"Ah, this is something..." Colson drawled a long voice and said, "I've been out in the field a lot recently, you have to ask Natasha."
Until he got off the bus, Steve didn't know why Colson's attitude was a little strange.
But soon, the joy of moving into a new home diluted this doubt. Steve hugged the box and walked quickly onto the elevator to the apartment he had just rented.
The location here is quite good, and the lighting is good. At noon, the sunlight shines in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. When it falls on the sofa, it turns into mottled light and shadow. Steve puts the box down, then relaxes and sits on the sofa, making a sound
Sigh of satisfaction.
But at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly, and when he picked it up, he heard Schiller's voice on the other side.
"Yes, doctor...what? Go for a review? But isn't the review next week? Has there been any change in the situation?...Okay, I understand, I'll be there right away."
Steve jumped up from the sofa with a "swish", obviously feeling a little nervous. He took a few deep breaths, relaxed, bypassed some messy items in the room, and took the elevator down.
building.
Coulson had already left, and Steve could only take a taxi. When he arrived at Arkham Sanitarium, Steve went up to the third floor with familiarity. But when he arrived at the psychological clinic where he usually sees doctors, he found that the door of this room could not be opened.
open.
Steve stood in front of the door and sighed, looked up at the door number again, and looked around doubtfully. But at this time, a nurse came over and asked him: "Hello, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here?"
Well?"
"Dr. Schiller just called me and asked me to come over for a review, but I couldn't get in at all. Where did he go?"
"Oh, he is in a consulting room on the second floor. Go find him there." The nurse smiled and said to him.
Steve stood there with a confused look on his face. He didn't understand why Schiller had to change to a different consulting room in just one hour.
Maybe the original clinic needs to be tidied up and disinfected, Steve thought, and went to the second floor. Then he discovered that not only the clinic had been changed, Schiller had also changed his clothes.
The Schiller he saw in the morning was wearing a common white coat, but the Schiller who appeared in the room this time was wearing a dark suit.
"Good afternoon, doctor, do you want to participate in any activities in the evening?" Steve walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, asking as if joking.
Unexpectedly, Schiller did not talk to him. Instead, he took the physical examination report, sat down at the desk, pushed up his glasses and said: "Tension-type migraine, have you dealt with Stark again recently? He talked to you
Questions about Bucky?”
Steve froze in his seat, and Schiller in front of him still said expressionlessly: "How long are you going to struggle with this issue? If everyone in the world wants to develop such a triangular relationship, then those who use deceit and deception will
All the so-called psychiatrists who make a living are going to make a fortune."
After speaking, he threw the physical examination report on the table, looked into Steve's eyes and said: "I will recommend that you be hospitalized for a period of time, but the purpose is not to treat you, but to stop you from doing those unnecessary things.
Meaningful social activities, including going to Tony Stark and having some meaningless ethical arguments with him.”
"I..." Steve choked. He had indeed had a fight with Stark recently and was very angry about it, but he didn't realize that his migraine would be related to this matter.
"I think it's not necessary. Doctor...doctor, I still have something to do. I haven't finished moving my house yet. I'll leave first." Steve smiled nervously and stood up, then turned and left.
Room.
After leaving the room, he took a deep breath. He didn't know why. Schiller just made him feel very stressed. Was it because he didn't take a good lunch break? Why did Dr. Schiller's air pressure become so low?
After leaving the hospital, Steve took another taxi and returned to his apartment. As soon as he sat on the sofa, before his butt was warm, his cell phone rang again.
"Hello? Oh, Dr. Schiller, follow-up consultation?? But I just had two follow-up consultations?? Really?...Okay, let me go again."
Putting down the phone, Steve stood there scratching his head and looking at the sky outside the window.
At this time, it was already dusk, and the warm light shone into the new apartment, making it look very cozy. However, Steve spent less than ten minutes here all day long, and spent the rest of the time in the car.
He sighed, but still chose to go out, took another taxi, and arrived at Arkham Sanitarium, but unexpectedly he met Stark at the door.
The two were still in the cold war, neither paying attention to the other. Stark snorted coldly, walked quickly onto the elevator, then stretched out a finger and pressed the door button hard.
Steve, who was locked out of the elevator, shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and pouted at Stark in the elevator, as if to say that he was really childish.
After Stark went up, Steve took the stairs to the second floor and found that the office on the second floor was also closed.
He asked a nurse and asked, but Schiller actually returned to the room on the third floor. He had no choice but to walk up another floor, and sure enough, he found Schiller in the consulting room on the third floor.
Schiller changed clothes again, this time wearing a more everyday sportswear. He looked like he was about to get off work. Moreover, he didn't know if it was Steve's imagination, but he found that Schiller seemed a little younger.
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Before Steve could speak, Schiller, who was holding the physical examination report, said: "Mr. Rogers, the other characteristics of the physical examination report are fine, but what about the brain waves? Why didn't you do this examination?"
"Uh... that machine can't seem to scan my brain waves, and I don't know why, so the medical examiner wrote a blank there..."
"It doesn't matter. You can try the machine here. Oh, it's a bit late now. The nurse responsible for the examination has gone off work. Let's come back tomorrow morning," Schiller said.
"Otherwise, there are no problems. For tension-type migraines, you can take common painkillers on the market. However, because your body constitution is different from ordinary people, the dosage may need to be recalculated."
"Let me see..." Schiller looked at the data on the physical examination report and wrote with a pen. He said: "Take this prescription and go downstairs to prescribe the medicine. Follow the dosage I wrote.
Continue taking it. If the pain becomes more severe, come to me again. If you feel dizziness, nausea and other adverse reactions, you can appropriately reduce the dose..."
Steve opened his mouth and found that Schiller's tone of voice had become gentler. Could it be that he had slept again in the afternoon and his temper had improved?
And Steve knows that Schiller generally does not recommend medication to patients. He prefers to use simple psychological therapy unless the physical symptoms have reached a very serious level, just like when Steve's anxiety was at its most severe.
Schiller only prescribed a course of medicine for him.
Could it be that the treatment styles of powerful psychiatrists are so unpredictable? Steve scratched his head again, took the prescription, and left the consulting room.
When he got to the place where he got the medicine on the first floor, Steve found that Stark was actually standing here. He walked up and knocked Stark away and asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you want to prescribe medicine too?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Stark said, took the pill box and left.
The next morning, Steve came over for a check-up and bumped into Stark again. The two exchanged a few words angrily and separated.
At noon, as soon as Steve finished his meal, he received a call to see the test results. When he walked into the hospital, he met Stark coming out.
And when he came out, he met Stark coming in again.
In one day, Steve made six or seven trips back and forth to Arkham Sanitarium, and according to his observation, Stark also made at least six or seven trips.
What the hell is going on? The two of them are terminally ill???