The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Bob seemed a little unconvinced. He held his breath and said, As far as I know, many unemployed public transport practitioners are protesting and demonstrating, and many people have caused bombings...

I believe that as long as that damned shuttle falls a few more times, people will know that the bus is the safest!

Tony Stark, that damned playboy, earned money that was supposed to belong to me, and I have to get it back!

Eddie shook his head and said: What we are going to discuss now is not how you can make Stark pay the price, but what method you can use to 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?

As if a basin of ice water had been poured on Bob, he suddenly threw away the purse in his arms in horror, and said tremblingly: I...I'm not...Oh my god, how could I make a bomb? I ...

Bob sniffled and said, My dad used to be an engineer, I've seen him do this, so I would, but it was a long time ago, I don't know how I remembered...

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 belongs to ordinary people's passion killing. A typical example of a sudden increase in ability and knowledge...

And when Eddie and Bob looked at the past at the same time, Schiller lowered his head again, as if falling asleep. After a while, he woke up again and said, What's wrong?

Bob was taken aback by him, and Eddie quickly comforted him: Don't pay attention to him, my friend is not in a good state of mind, I originally took him out to relax... Oh, by the way, you said your daughter Suffering from epilepsy, I happened to go to my friend's psychological clinic to get something, maybe there will be medicine there.

Bob immediately widened his eyes and said, Psychiatric clinic? This friend of yours is a psychiatrist?? Then why would he still...

Doctors can't heal themselves. Eddie shrugged, stood up first, pulled Bob up, and said, I remember, someone told me that Schiller's psychiatric clinic stocked up on a lot of medicine. But I'm not a doctor, and he's not in good shape, can you recognize the medicine your daughter is using?

Of course! Bob jumped up from the ground and said, It would be great if this is the case. After all, there is no prescription, I have no place to buy medicine, and those black clinics are not reliable...

Eddie led Bob and Schiller to the psychiatric clinic and said, You have to make sure you know the correct dose...

Don't worry, my daughter has been suffering from this disease for a long time, and she has become a doctor for a long time. I am almost half a doctor.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at the door of Schiller's psychological clinic. When Schiller left, he was in a good state of mind, so the door was locked. Unfortunately, as his mental condition deteriorated, he lost the key. But that didn't stop Eddie either.

Just as Bob was about to step forward and say that he could pick the lock, Eddie stretched out his arm and swung it 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 shutter door, but after thinking about it, I let the mucus enter the keyhole and pry the lock open.

After entering the clinic, the inside was in a mess, and Eddie didn't have time to clean it up. He asked Venom directly in his mind: Peter told you, where is Schiller's stockpiling medicine?

In the basement, there are refrigerators. Some drugs need to be refrigerated, but there are some addictive drugs there, which are dangerous, so...

Eddie didn't continue to listen to Venom, he waved at Bob directly and said, The medicine is in the basement, go find it yourself.

After finishing speaking, he went upstairs to pack Schiller's luggage. Bob felt a little flattered, and he said, I just go in and rummage, isn't it good? If the doctor wakes up, he will be angry. Bar?

Schiller stood by the door, looked at his fingers, and said nothing. Bob hesitated for a while, and finally walked down.

There are indeed a variety of medicines at the bottom, most of which Bob does not know, but he did find epilepsy medicines, and the medicines are still complete. Bob took out all the explosives in his purse, and then Packed with pill boxes.

Eddie also took Schiller, and parted ways with Bob at the gate of the clinic. Bob was anxious to go home to deliver medicine to his daughter, so Eddie took out his own business card, which he wrote last night, and he said : It has my phone number and address on it. If you need help, just call this number. Of course, if you are willing to chat with me, a former gold medal reporter, about your story, I am also happy to listen...

Bob was very moved, so he put his business card in his arms, hugged Eddie, turned and left.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Eddie and Schiller returned to Eddie's residence, his phone rang, and Bob's anxious voice came from the opposite side, and he said, Uh, that, Mr. Bullock, I'm sorry, so Come to bother you soon, but one of my colleagues committed suicide, I rescued him, but he is not well now, and I don't know how to comfort him, can you come here? 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. Hours of sobriety.

However, Eddie's own schedule is not too healthy. All meals are postponed for about two hours. For example, breakfast is at 9:30, lunch is more than 2 in the afternoon, and then supper.

Eddie guessed that these time periods probably corresponded to the time period of the courses Schiller received when he was a child, that is, classes started at 9:00 in the morning, naps ended at 2:00 in the afternoon, and he got up for classes until he went to bed at night.

This kind of routine may have been engraved in Schiller's subconscious mind. Even when he was ill, he would appear more awake during the course time, that is, when he communicated with teachers or doctors.

Eddie counted the time and felt that rushing there should be just in time for Schiller to wake up in the morning, so he put down his luggage, took Schiller, and rushed to the street Bob mentioned.

When he 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 went in and knocked on the innermost door, and as soon as he stepped in, he looked at Bob and said, Dude, you are so bold! How dare you 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 just came back, I heard her crying. I asked her why she was crying. She said she smelled a strange smell. Smell, I walked into this room and saw that Brod wanted to commit suicide by burning charcoal.

Fortunately, I came in quickly, and quickly opened the doors and windows to ventilate. At that time, he was already a little unconscious, but he woke up soon.

Bob pursed his lips and said: But after waking 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 son.

Eddie poked his head and looked inside. In some narrow bungalow rooms, a bearded man was slumped in a corner. He was physically 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 has not yet started self-study, is completely helpless.

He did know that he should ask the reason first, then find out the cause, and then explain it step by step, but the tutorials he saw on the Internet are one thing, and the actual operation is another.

When asking why, how can you ensure that you don't irritate the patient? How can we ensure that we find the key when looking for the cause? And if you make a mistake, wouldn't the subsequent derivation be all wrong?

Eddie turned his head and looked at Schiller standing behind him. What he didn't expect was that Schiller didn't step forward directly, but started to shrink back.

Schiller walked out directly from the door of the bungalow, turned around and wanted to leave, but as if he didn't recognize the way, he stopped at the corner and squatted against the wall.

Eddie sighed, he thought, he has never encountered such absurd things in his life, if he wants to be treated by a psychiatrist, he has to heal the psychiatrist first, this life is 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 is a very typical liberal arts student. Therefore, in terms of certain issues, he is more sensitive than those science students who are used to thinking about causality with logical thinking.

Judging from your importance, Stark and the others haven't come to you after disappearing for so long, which means that there may be some conflicts between you. You don't want to talk to them, and they don't want to talk to you either.

From your current mental state, you can see 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 negate your status as a doctor? Eddie turned his head and frowned, looked at Schiller and said, I'm not asking for moral kidnapping, but under certain conditions, doctors should not Treat each patient as equally as possible?

You go to treat S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, superheroes, and the super-rich. Why can't you treat ordinary people?

Schiller gradually came to his senses, 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're not strong enough? Because they're not rich enough? Eddie asked, but soon he asked himself and answered, Doctor, I don't think you are such a person. Caring about them, but it seems that I don't want to get close to them...

Schiller lowered his head, stumbled and said, Among superheroes, I am a normal person, but if I am among ordinary people, I am a lunatic...

In my group of superheroes, I play the role of a doctor. Schiller swallowed and said, But among ordinary people, I am a patient.

Schiller took another deep breath, turned to look at Eddie, and Eddie saw a pain in his eyes that he couldn't understand, and then he heard Schiller say:

All my life, I have been learning how to pretend to be an ordinary person as a patient.

Among superheroes, if I don't play well, no one can find out, because they are not ordinary people, and they don't care. I sometimes behave abnormally, or because I am kind enough, I tolerate those abnormalities.

But if I am among ordinary people, they will think that I am a patient because of some abnormal behaviors of mine. Schiller closed his eyes in pain, and then said: Through their feedback, I will be continuously strengthened. , the fact that I didn't play well enough and was never cured...

This means that my efforts for many years have been useless. 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 it will prove that the efforts of the doctors and nurses who have put in all the effort, the wounded and the bloodshed, to try and heal me, have been for naught too.

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