The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

You may not know that psychology and psychiatry are very young disciplines. Steve sighed and said, When I was a teenager, I heard many horror stories about madhouses.

Some of them are rumors, but some of them actually happened. Many insane asylums in Europe even exhibited some rare cases of mentally ill patients as animals, selling tickets and gaining attention.

Steve folded his arms and lowered his head, and there was a look of struggle on his face. Stark put away his armor and walked to his side. When he turned his head to look at him, in his expression , saw Howard's shadow.

Stark remembers very clearly that his father was so drunk that he also had this look when he was leaning on the experimental table. At that time, the good old days that appeared in his mouth seemed to be a mask There was a layer of gray shadow that no one could see clearly.

Looking at the lights in the emergency room and the shadowy figures appearing through the door, Steve took a deep breath as if he had regained his courage, and then said:

The level of medicine at that time, in your opinion, may be ridiculous, even crude like primitive people, but if ordinary medical technology is like primitive people, then the treatment of mental illness is like paramecium.

If a man goes mad, put him on sleeping pills and be quiet, and if a man wants to attack someone, knock him out and tie him up until he's back to normal, and that's even civilized psychosis The methods employed by the hospitals, and the less civilized ones...

Steve pursed his lips, he still seemed to feel a little uncomfortable about actively revealing the darkness of the past era, but he insisted: If Schiller is really a person of my age, then what happened? Medical malpractice is very normal.

The first doctor didn't give him enough medicine, which caused him to lose control, hurt a person who was kind to him, and left him with a deeper psychological shadow. At that time, it couldn't even be called a medical malpractice. After all, He's still getting some treatment.

Steve showed a sad look, and concluded somewhat decadently: That was an era that did not allow people to be weak.

If you publish opinions that are contrary to public opinion, you will be regarded as a lunatic, and if your behavior is abnormal, you will be sent to a mental hospital, while the real mentally ill can only spend time in a dark cell Schiller has been lucky in his life.

Steve was in some pain, closed his eyes and said: All the driving force I got from that era, all the nostalgia I have for it, is actually because I was lucky enough to accept the transformation, and I have a personality far beyond ordinary people. ability.

And in the backward era, there are too many ordinary people's sufferings, and they don't even get a little record. I know this, so I feel guilty for my nostalgia...

Steve took a deep breath and wanted to say the next sentence, but Stark reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said, That is to say, due to some accidents, Schiller left a psychological Shadow, but why, he never showed it before, but this time he suddenly broke out?

Strange narrowed his eyes and said, No, maybe it's not that he never showed it, but that we didn't pay attention.

After finishing speaking, he recalled to himself: The first time I met Schiller was at a very important joint consultation in the Presbyterian Hospital. In addition to neurological diseases, the patient also had psychological problems. Certain problems, therefore, require a psychiatrist to get up and attend the consultation.

At that time, I arrived at the consultation site first, but there was no intention of starting the consultation until the scheduled start time. I asked the assistant next to me, and he said that someone was late.

Strange frowned, obviously, for him, that was not a good memory, he sighed and said: I just want to see who is so bold as to dare to miss the consultation I attended , don’t you know that my time is more precious than gold?”

At this time, Schiller came in... Strange showed a complicated expression, and said, You all don't know how bad he was at that time, he smelled of alcohol, and it looked like he was drinking all night, drinking Forget it, the uniform is not neatly worn, the name tag is reversed, the glasses are still stained with powder from nowhere, and it looks like a rotten drug addict...

Stark silently glanced back at the door of the emergency room, making sure that Schiller would not suddenly rush out to punch him, so he also lowered his voice and said, When I first met him, it didn't go well. Where to go, although my condition is not good, so is he.

He seems to have stayed up late for a long time, worse than me, and he is definitely not a fitness enthusiast. He exudes a decadent atmosphere. Stark shook his head and continued: This is not me. To smear him, for a long time, his condition was not very good.

That is to say, Dr. Schiller used to drink too much? Peter frowned deeply, and said, This is completely different from the Dr. Schiller I know! Since I knew him, he has been a very good doctor .”

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said: Yes, Schiller is indeed skilled in medicine and is very patient with you. He is your good teacher, but it cannot be denied that when he just met us During that time, he was not in a good state.

I think the situation at that time may be the same as it is now. His mental trauma led to the onset of his mental illness, and he could only drink away his sorrow. Strange sighed and said, Well, if I Knowing that he is a mental patient, I should pay more attention to what I say.

But at that time, he didn't develop self-harm?! Matt raised an objection: However, he made this wound by himself?

Matt understands a fact that several people have already seen. Judging from Schiller's strength, if he hadn't suddenly self-harmed himself, it would be almost impossible for someone to leave such a deep wound on him. After all, he is a cloud of mist. How can fog hurt?

If Schiller was immersed in his own psychological trauma before, then the reason why he did not develop self-harm is very likely that his life status has changed, and something distracted him. Stark touched Chin, using the psychological theory I have read to analyze.

It's very likely that what you're talking about is us. Steve made a judgment: During that time, he met a few of us one after another, and then devoted himself to his busy work.

However, the reason for his illness this time should be that he was too busy, and the double pressure, both physical and psychological, caused his mental illness to relapse.

Now is not the time to discuss the etiology. Strange folded his arms and said, It has already happened, we have to discuss how to heal Schiller's soul trauma, we can't just let him be hurt like this, right?

Soul trauma, don't you magicians have any unique insights? Stark turned to look at him, Strange touched his chin, and said: Actually, the so-called soul trauma, and the current mental illness Theories also have certain things in common.”

When a person encounters some major changes, the soul will become unstable. At this time, small scars may appear, and if the scars are stimulated again to expand, according to medical theory, they are suffering from mental illness. , and in the theory of magic, it is soul trauma.

Schiller's wound may have existed in the first place. It came from his previous experience in a mental hospital, but this time, because of being too busy, and...

Strange hesitated for a moment, glanced at several people, and they all lowered their heads a little ashamedly, so he also sighed, and continued: The accidents that happened one after another with us caused him to be stimulated again, the soul of his soul The wound burst.

It's all my fault. Peter said dejectedly, At that time, I saw that Dr. Schiller was not in good condition, so I was too busy talking to myself. At that time, I should have turned around and left...

Steve also pinched his brows and said, At that time, I also felt something was wrong. Schiller obviously never drank, why did he suddenly ask me to drink?

After speaking, several people turned their attention to Stark again.

Stark pursed his lips, and said with some embarrassment: Okay, okay, you are all careful and kind caring people, but I thought he wanted money rather than life.

I have already prepared my medical expenses for this quarter, so that I can spend half a year in vain.

After finishing speaking, he stomped his feet on the spot, touched the stubble on his chin and said, So, how should he treat his injury?

Later, I will transfer Schiller to the mirror space, and then let the archmage of Karma Taj draw a healing circle, and see if he can increase the strength of his soul by infusing energy.

Wait a minute, after the doctor leaves, I will ask my mecha to bring some monitoring equipment to record his body change data...

Several people got together to study how to improve Schiller's condition. At this time, Schiller, who was lying in the emergency room, seemed extraordinarily calm inside the tower of thinking.

Marvel Schiller, with a hideous wound on his neck, smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders at Superego, and said:

I'm sorry, I want money but not my life.

The superego shook his head helplessly, as if he had expected this to happen, and said, You should know that what Schiller has experienced in his memory is an indelible mentality for all personality fragments. Trauma, the autism we suffer from, is never really healed.

Therefore, no matter which personality trait comes up, once we are overworked, the anxiety and stress generated exceed the upper limit of our tolerance, triggering a traumatic stress response, which will lead to injury.

Superego looked Marvel Schiller up and down and said: They are going to treat you now. If you want to rest, you can not go up for a while, or you can let Arrogance go up to take over.

Forget it, I'm still in a coma. Marvel Schiller shrugged and said, Anyway, no matter how much they toss, as long as there is no personality trait that rises, I won't wake up.

Super I nodded without saying anything, turned and left, and just after he left, Marvel Schiller showed an inexplicable smile.

Not long after, a figure appeared at the door of the lunatic asylum. His scar from the mandible to the protruding collarbone was so deep and conspicuous that the blood kept flowing, making half of his body dark red.

He walked straight in like that, and walked towards the door at the end.

A figure with a knife rushed out at an extremely fast speed and stopped in front of him, but the moment he saw the scar on his neck, he froze there.

Marvel Schiller raised his head, stretched out his hand, and inserted it deeply into the wound on the side of his neck. When the blood gushed out, Moonlight Schiller took two steps back and shook his head vigorously, as if seeing certain hallucinations.

That's what you did. Marvel Schiller stepped forward and said in a low tone: You know, you have hurt someone like this before, and you know that such an injury, placed on an ordinary person, would What serious consequences.

Marvel Schiller pressed harder and harder, Moonlight Schiller's hands began to tremble, and he was a little unable to lift the knife. He stared at Marvel Schiller and said:

Greed, you're crazy! That's our common scar, and you yourself will break and bleed for it...

As he said, the wound on the side of Marvel Schiller's neck started to get deeper and deeper until it covered half his chest, but there was no pain in his eyes, he said: I know, but I don't care.

Without Schiller, I can't care. Moonlight Schiller has no way to retreat, the door is close in front of him, Marvel Schiller doesn't intend to talk nonsense with him, and rushes straight up.

Moonlight Schiller raised his hand to block, but in his eyes, the face of Schiller on the opposite side began to flicker continuously, and another person appeared with a face, trembling arms and terrible hallucinations, which made him powerless to resist, and was knocked off the umbrella in an instant Knife, he just wanted to shout out, but the next second, he was grabbed by the neck and pressed against the wall.

There is nothing in Marvel Schiller's eyes, only the endless flames of greed, like flying tents ignited by thunder and fire on the vast grassland.

Muscles in the blood-stained arm tensed, fingers were exerted, and Moonlight Schiller struggled continuously, moaning in pain, until finally, without even the strength to call out to the superego, she passed out completely.

Marvel Schiller threw Moonlight Schiller aside as if he was throwing garbage, turned around and picked up the umbrella knife that was blown away by him, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and inserted it into the keyhole.

As the door slowly opened, Schiller showed a crazy and dangerous smile when he saw the corpse lying on the hospital bed.

Got you.