"You may not know it, but psychology and psychiatry are very young disciplines." Steve sighed and said, "When I was a teenager, I heard a lot of horror rumors about the madhouse."

"Some of them are false, but some of them are real, and many madhouses in Europe even exhibit some rare cases of mentally ill people as animals, sell tickets, and win them."

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

Stark remembers very well that his father was so drunk that he had seen this look when he leaned on the bench, and at that time, the good old days that appeared in his mouth seemed to be covered with a dark shadow that no one could see.

Steve looked at the lights on in the emergency room and the shadowy figure through the door, as if he had regained his courage, took a deep breath, and said:

"The level of medicine at that time, in your opinion, may be very 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 person goes crazy, then let him take sleeping pills and calm down, if a person wants to attack someone, then beat him unconscious and tie him up until he is back to normal, and this is even the method adopted by the more civilized mental hospitals, and the less civilized ......."

Steve pursed his lips, he still seemed a little uncomfortable about taking the initiative to expose the darkness of the past era, but he still insisted, "If Schiller is really from my generation, then this kind of medical malpractice is very normal."

"The original doctor didn't give him enough medicine, which caused him to lose control, hurt a person who was good to him, and left him with a deeper psychological shadow, which in that era, it can't even be said to be a medical malpractice, after all, he still got a certain amount of treatment."

With a sad look, Steve summed up somewhat decadently, "It was a time when people were not allowed to be weak."

"If you express an opinion that is contrary to public opinion, you will be considered crazy, if you behave abnormally, you will be sent to a mental hospital, and the real psychopath can only spend his life in a dark cell, and Schiller is already considered lucky."

Steve was a little pained, closed his eyes and said, "All the drive I got from that era, all the nostalgia I have for it, is actually because I was lucky enough to be transformed and have abilities far beyond ordinary people."

"In the backward era, there are too many ordinary people's suffering, and I don't even get a little record, and 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 took the initiative to speak: "In other words, because of some accident, Schiller left a psychological shadow, but why, he never showed it before, and this time it suddenly exploded?" ….

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

After saying that, he recalled to himself: "The first time I met Schiller, it was at a very important joint consultation in the Presbyterian Hospital, and the patient had a certain psychological problem in addition to a neurological disease, so a psychiatrist needed to get up for the consultation."

"At that time, I went to the consultation site first, but until the consultation start time I had made an appointment, the consultation didn't mean to start, I asked the assistant next to me, and he said that someone was late."

Strange frowned, obviously, it wasn't a good memory for him, he sighed and said, "I was just trying to see who was so bold as to be absent from my consultation, don't you know that my time is more precious than gold?"

"At this time, Schiller came in......" Strange said with a mixed expression, "You don't know how bad he was at that time, all over

The smell of alcohol, at first glance, is an all-night alcohol, even if you are drunk, the uniform is not neatly dressed, the brand is reversed, and the glasses are still stained with powder from unknown places, and at first glance it is a rotten addict......

Stark silently glanced back at the emergency room door, making sure that Schiller would not suddenly rush out and punch him, so he also lowered his voice and said, "When I first met him, it wasn't much better, although I wasn't in good shape, but he was the same."

"He looks like he's been staying up all night for a long time, worse than I am, and he's certainly not a fitness enthusiast, and he exudes a decadent air all over his body." Stark shook his head and continued, "It's not like I'm slandering him, he hasn't been in great shape for a long time."

"That is, Dr. Schiller used to be an alcoholic?" Peter frowned deeply and said, "This is completely different from the Dr. Schiller I know! He has been a very good doctor since I knew him."

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Schiller is indeed a great doctor and very patient with you, he is a good teacher for you, but it cannot be denied that he was not in good shape during the time he first met us."

"I think that the situation at that time may be the same as now, his mental trauma caused him to have a mental illness, and he can only use alcohol to kill his sorrows." Strange sighed and said, "Well, if I knew he was mentally ill, I should be careful when I spoke."

"But at that time, he didn't develop into self-harm?!" Matt objected, "He made this wound himself, right?"

Ma Ming made clear a fact that several people had seen for a long time, judging from Schiller's strength, if it weren't for his own sudden self-harm, it would have been almost impossible for someone to leave such a deep wound on him, after all, he was a mist, how could the mist be injured?

If Schiller had been immersed in his own psychological trauma before, then the reason why he did not develop self-harm was probably that his life had changed somewhat, something distracted him, Stark touched his chin and analyzed it with the psychological theories he had read. ….

"What you're talking about, it's probably us." Steve made a judgment: "During that time, he met a few of us one after another, and then threw himself into the busy work."

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

"Now is not the time to discuss the cause." Strange crossed his arms and said, "It's happened, we have to discuss, how to heal Schiller's soul wounds, can't he just be hurt like that?"

"Trauma to the soul, don't you magicians have any unique opinions?" Stark turned his eyes to look at him, Strange touched his chin, and said, "In fact, the so-called soul trauma has something in common with the current theory of mental illness."

"When a person encounters some major change, the soul will become unstable, and at this time, there may be small scars, and if the scars are stimulated again, according to medical theory, it is suffering from mental illness, and in terms of magic theory, it is soul trauma."

"Schiller's wound may have existed in the first place, from his previous experience in a psychiatric hospital, and this time, because of excessive busyness, and ......."

Strange hesitated for a moment, glanced at several people, and several of them lowered their heads in shame, so he also sighed, and continued, "The accident with us caused him to be stimulated again, and the wound of his soul was broken."

"It's all my fault." Peter hung his head and said, "At that time, I saw that Dr. Le was not in a good state, and I was talking to myself, and at that time, I should have turned around and left......

Steve also pinched his eyebrows and said, "At that time, I also felt a little wrong, Schiller has never drunk, why did he suddenly ask me to drink?"

After saying that, several people turned their eyes to Stark again.

Stark pursed his lips and said with some embarrassment, "Okay, okay, you're all attentive and kind people, so I'll take it for granted

For him, he wants money, not life."

"I've done my medical expenses for this quarter, so I'm ready for half a year."

With that, he stomped his feet on the spot, touched the stubble on his jaw, and said, "So, how do you treat his wounds?"

"Later, I will transfer Schiller to the mirror space, and then ask Archmage Kama Taj to draw a healing circle and see if I can increase the strength of his soul by pouring energy."

"Wait a minute, after the doctor withdraws, I'll ask my mech to bring a few monitoring devices to record his physical changes......

Several people got together to study how to improve Schiller's state, but at this time, Schiller, who was lying in the emergency room, looked exceptionally calm inside the Thinking Tower.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't want to die if I want money."

The superego shook its head helplessly, as if it had expected this to happen, and said, "You should know that what Schiller has experienced in his memory is an indelible psychological wound for all the fragments of personality, and the autism we suffer from has never been truly healed. ….

"Therefore, no matter which personality trait rises, once overwork produces anxiety and stress that exceeds the upper limit of what we can bear, triggering a traumatic stress response, which can lead to injury."

The superego looked Marvel Schiller up and down and said, "They are going to treat you now, if you want to rest, you can not float for a while, or you can let arrogance go to work."

"Forget it, I'm still unconscious." Marvel Schiller shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, no matter how much they toss, as long as there are no personality traits to rise, I won't wake up."

Superego nodded and said nothing, turned to leave, and just after he left, Marvel Schiller showed an inexplicable smile.

It didn't take long for a figure to appear at the door of the asylum, his scar from the mandible to the clavicle protrusion, so deep and conspicuous that the blood kept flowing, making half of his body a dark red.

He walked straight in, to the gate at the very end.

A figure carrying a knife rushed out at great speed and stopped in front of him, but the moment he saw the scar on his neck, he was stunned.

Marvel Schiller raised his head and stretched out his hand, deep in the wound on the side of his neck, when blood burst out, Moonlight Schiller took two steps back and shook his head vigorously, as if he had seen some hallucination.

"That's what you did." Marvel Schiller took a step forward and said in a deep tone, "You know who you have hurt like this, and you know what serious consequences such an injury can bring to an ordinary person."

Marvel Schiller pressed tighter and tighter, Moonlight Schiller's hand began to tremble, a little powerless to lift the knife, he stared at Marvel Schiller and said:

"Greed, you're crazy! It's our common scar, and you're going to break and bleed for it......

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

"No Schiller can not care." Moonlight Schiller has no way to retreat, the door is close in front of him, Marvel Schiller doesn't plan to talk nonsense with him anymore, and rushes straight up.

Moonlight Schiller raised his hand to block, but in his eyes, the face of Schiller on the other side began to flicker continuously, and another person got a face, trembling arms and terrible hallucinations, making him powerless to resist, and he was knocked off the umbrella knife in an instant, he just wanted to shout, and the next second, he was choked by the neck and pressed against the wall.

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

The muscles of the arm covered with blood were stretched, the fingers were strained, and Moonlight Schiller struggled constantly, letting out a painful moan, until finally, without even the strength to shout for the superego, he was completely unconscious.

Marvel Schiller threw Moonlight Schiller like garbage

On the other hand, he turned around and picked up the umbrella knife that he had knocked away, grabbed the umbrella handle, and put it in the keyhole.

As the door slowly opened, Schiller smiled a crazy and dangerous smile at the sight of the body lying on the hospital bed.

"Found you."

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