"What you may not know is that psychology and psychiatry are very young disciplines." Steve sighed and said, "When I was a teenager, I heard a lot of horrific rumors about lunatic asylums."
"Some of them are based on rumors, but some of them actually happened. Many lunatic asylums in Europe even put some rare cases of mentally ill patients on display as animals to sell tickets and win."
Steve folded his arms and lowered his head. There was also a look of struggle on his face. Stark put away his armor and walked to his side. When he turned to look at him, there was something in his expression. , saw the shadow of Howard.
Stark remembered clearly that his father was so drunk that he had this look on his face when he was leaning on the experimental table. At that time, the good old days that appeared in his mouth seemed to be covered by a cloud. There was a layer of dark shadow that no one could see clearly.
Steve looked at the lights in the emergency room and the shadowy figure appearing through the door. As if he had regained his courage, he took a deep breath and said:
"The medical level of that era may seem ridiculous to you, even as crude as primitive people. But if ordinary medical technology is like primitive people, then the treatment of mental illness is like paramecium. "
"If a person is crazy, let him take sleeping pills and calm down. If a person wants to attack others, beat him unconscious and tie him up until he returns to normal. This is even considered a relatively civilized form of mental illness. The methods adopted by hospitals, and those that are less civilized..."
Steve pursed his lips. He seemed to still feel a little uncomfortable about taking the initiative to expose the darkness of the past era, but he still insisted: "If Schiller is really a person of my generation, then what happens if this happens?" Medical accidents are very normal."
"The first 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. At that time, this couldn't even be called a medical malpractice. After all, He still received 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 express opinions that are contrary to public opinion, you will be regarded as a lunatic. If your behavior is abnormal, you will be sent to a mental hospital, but real mental patients can only spend their time in a dark cell. Schiller has been considered lucky throughout his life."
Steve closed his eyes in some pain and said, "All the driving force I gained from that era and all the nostalgia I have for it are actually because I was lucky enough to undergo transformation and have abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. ability."
"In a backward era, there are too many ordinary people's sufferings that cannot even be recorded. I know this, so I feel guilty for my nostalgia..."
Steve took a deep breath and wanted to say the next thing, but Stark reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and took the initiative to say: "In other words, due to some accidents, Schiller left a mental illness Shadow, but why, he has never shown it before, but this time it suddenly broke out?”….
Strange narrowed his eyes and said, "No, maybe it's not that he never showed it, but that we didn't notice it."
After finishing speaking, he recalled to himself: "The first time Schiller and I met, it was at a very important joint consultation at the Presbyterian Hospital. In addition to neurological diseases, the patient also had psychological problems. There are certain problems, so a psychiatrist needs to get up and participate in 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 someone was late."
Strange frowned. Obviously, for him, that was not a good memory. He sighed and said, "I was just trying to see who was so bold as to miss the consultation I attended. , don’t you know that my time is more valuable than gold?”
"At this time, Schiller came in..." Strange showed a complicated expression that made him laugh and cry, and said, "You don't know how bad his condition was at that time.
The smell of alcohol, at first glance, means that he has been drinking all night, and forget about alcoholism. The uniform is not neatly worn, the name tag is on backwards, and the glasses are stained with powder from unknown sources. At first glance, he is a rotten drug addict..."
Stark silently looked back at the door of the emergency room to make sure that Schiller wouldn't suddenly rush out and punch him, so he also lowered his voice and said, "It wasn't good when I first met him. Wherever I go, even though I’m not in good shape, so is he.”
"He seems to have stayed up for a long time, even more so than me. And he is definitely not a fitness enthusiast. He exudes an aura of decadence." Stark shook his head and continued: "This is not me. By slandering him, he was not in a good state for a long time."
"In other words, 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 particularly good doctor since I met him. .”
Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Schiller is indeed very skilled in medicine and 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 good condition."
"I think the situation at that time was probably the same as it is now. His mental trauma caused him to have a mental illness, and he could only use alcohol to relieve his sorrow." Strange sighed and said, "Okay, if I If I knew he was a mental patient, I should be more careful what I say."
"But at that time, he didn't even develop self-mutilation?!" Matt raised an objection: "It seems that he caused these wounds himself, right?"
Matt pointed out a fact that several people had already seen. Judging from Schiller's strength, if he hadn't suddenly self-mutilated, it would be almost impossible for someone to leave such a deep wound on him. After all, he is a ball of mist. How can mist hurt?
If Schiller had been immersed in his own psychological trauma before, then the reason why he did not develop self-harm was probably because his living conditions had changed and something distracted his attention. Stark touched Holding his chin, he used the psychological theories he had read to analyze. ….
"What you are talking about is probably us." Steve made a judgment: "During that time, he met several of us one after another, and then he got into busy work."
"However, the reason for his illness this time is probably that he was too busy. The dual physical and psychological pressure caused his mental illness to relapse."
"Now is not the time to discuss the cause of the disease." Strange crossed his arms and said, "What happened has already happened. We have to discuss how to heal Schiller's soul trauma. We can't just let him be injured like this, right?"
"Don't you magicians have any unique insights into soul trauma?" Stark turned to look at him. Strange touched his chin and said, "Actually, the so-called soul trauma has nothing to do with the current mental illness. Theories also have certain similarities.”
"When a person encounters some major changes, the soul will become unstable. At this time, small scars may appear. If the scars are stimulated to expand again, according to medical theory, it is a mental illness. , and according to the theory of magic, it is soul trauma."
"Schiller's wound may have already existed, coming from his previous experience in a mental hospital, but this time, due to excessive busyness and..."
Strange hesitated for a moment and glanced at a few people. They all lowered their heads in shame, so he also sighed and continued: "The accidents that happened one after another with us caused him to be stimulated again, and the pain in his soul The wound collapsed."
"It's all my fault." Peter said dejectedly, "At that time, I saw that Dr. Schiller was not in good condition, so I kept talking to myself. At that time, I should have turned around and left..."
Steve also pinched his eyebrows and said, "I also felt something was wrong at the time. Schiller has never drank, so why did he suddenly ask me for a drink?"
After saying that, 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-hearted people. I am the only one who can return the favor."
Because he wants money rather than his life. "
"I've already prepared my medical expenses for this quarter, and I'm prepared for half a year of work to be wasted."
After saying that, he stamped his feet on the spot, touched the stubble on his chin and said, "So, how should we treat his injury?"
"Later, I will transfer Schiller to the mirror space, and then ask the archmage of Karma Taj to draw a healing circle to see if he can increase the strength of his soul by injecting energy. "
"Wait a moment. After the doctor evacuates, 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, lying in the emergency room, seemed particularly calm inside the tower of thought.
Marvel Schiller, who had a hideous wound on his neck, smiled indifferently, shrugged at his superego and said:
"Sorry, I want money rather than my life."
The superego shook his head helplessly, as if he had expected this, and said: "You should know that what Schiller has experienced in his memory is an indelible psychological memory for all personality fragments. Trauma, the autism we suffer from, is never truly healed. …
"Therefore, no matter which personality trait is raised, 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."
The superego looked Marvel Schiller up and down and said: "They are going to treat you now. If you want to take a rest, you can not float for the time being, or you can let Pride take over."
"Forget it, I'd better be in a coma." Marvel Schiller shrugged and said, "No matter how hard they try, as long as my personality traits don't surface, I won't wake up."
The superego 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. The scar from his mandible to the clavicle was so deep and conspicuous that the blood was constantly flowing, making half of his body appear dark red.
He just walked straight in, heading towards the door at the end.
A figure carrying a knife rushed out at an extremely fast speed and stopped in front of him, but when he saw the scar on his neck, he froze there.
Marvel Schiller raised his head, stretched out his hand, and deeply penetrated 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 watching To some hallucination.
"That's what you did." Marvel Schiller took a step forward and said in a low tone: "You know, who have you hurt like this? You know that such an injury would be harmful to an ordinary person. What serious consequences will it bring?"
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 are crazy! That is our common scar, and you yourself will collapse and bleed because of it..."
Just as he said, the wound on the side of Marvel Schiller's neck began to get deeper and deeper until it covered half of his chest, but there was no pain in his eyes. He said, "I know, but I don't care."
"I don't care if I don't have Schiller." Moonlight Schiller had no retreat, and the door was in front of him. Marvel Schiller didn't plan to talk nonsense with him anymore and rushed forward.
Moonlight Schiller raised his hand to block, but in his eyes, Schiller's face across from him began to flicker, and another person appeared with a face, trembling arms and terrifying hallucinations, making him unable to resist, and the umbrella was knocked off in an instant Knife, he was about 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 greedy flames, like flying pods ignited by thunder on the vast grassland.
The blood-covered arm muscles tensed, and the fingers exerted force. Moonlight Schiller kept struggling and moaning in pain, until finally, he didn't even have the strength to shout for his superego, and completely passed out.
Marvel Schiller threw away Moonlight Schiller like trash.
On the other hand, he turned around and picked up the umbrella knife that had been knocked away by him, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and thrust it into the keyhole.
As the door slowly opened, Schiller showed a crazy and dangerous smile when he saw the body lying on the hospital bed.
"Got you."
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