Schiller saw that Stark was indeed on the verge of madness, his mental state was a mess, and with telepathy, Schiller could feel a headache from his chaotic and tangled thoughts even through the wall.
Schiller took a deep breath and walked in. Stark raised his eyes, rolled his eyes, and gave Schiller a big roll of the eyes.
Although he looked a little haggard, he was not in a mess. The consequence of his desperate attempt to save face was that Schiller could feel that he was on the verge of collapse, but he was unwilling to show it in front of Pepper.
Schiller coughed, Pepper looked at Stark worriedly, then turned and left. Schiller sat opposite Stark and said, "Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question?"
"What are you asking? Are you pretending to be mysterious and asking me to talk about philosophy? Or are you talking about those useless psychological theories?"
"Well, neither of those. I just want to ask how much my hourly wage is?"
Stark was obviously stunned by this question. He said in great surprise: "What did you say?"
"I said I wanted to know how much my counseling was, because Miss Pepper said I was drunk when I negotiated the price and I had forgotten everything when I woke up," Schiller said.
Stark was speechless at this time. He waved his hand and said, "You shouldn't choose an abstract topic that you psychologists usually talk about... For example, the meaning of life, the object of sorrow, and other topics..."
"Yes, that's the next step, after we officially start counseling, but I need to confirm whether you can afford my counseling fees first."
Stark's eyes widened, and he said in shock: "What did you say?! Do you know who I am? Old man, are you some kind of primitive man? Don't you know me? Don't you know this is Stark Tower?"
"Yes, I know you are rich, Mr. Stark, but how much money you have and how much you are willing to offer are two different things."
"…How much do you want?"
"One million dollars an hour, no bargaining."
"Here you are! Here you are! You philistine lunatic doctor, are you crazy? One million dollars! I can hire a bunch of beautiful ladies on the yacht..."
"I vaguely heard someone say he was very rich."
Stark was really speechless by Schiller. He said, "Did Pepper send you to mess with me? Very good! Go tell her! She succeeded! I have already explained that the party I held last time was just to say goodbye to those ex-girlfriends, and I didn't want to do anything else. Why doesn't she believe it!"
Schiller said: "A pretty girl on a yacht is not going to make you feel better, sir, especially when you feel like you're dying."
Stark's exaggerated body movements stopped. He stiffened for a moment and looked back at Schiller with a suspicious look.
Schiller sat there calmly and said, "You are very afraid of death now, but perhaps what you fear most is not death, but not having a chance to redeem your mistakes..."
"Shit. Who are you? Who are you?" Stark began to get excited. He said, "Did Pepper say something to you... No, she doesn't know, you..."
Stark stared at Schiller and said, "Don't play these tricks on me. I don't believe in any damn mind-reading technology in this world."
"There is no mind reading in the world, only psychology," said Schiller.
He stood up and said to Stark, "You can keep on procrastinating. My consultation fee is one million dollars an hour. If we keep on procrastinating for a while, I can buy a new car."
Stark was annoyed by his alternating seriousness and rambling. He said, "How did you figure that out? Based on that ridiculous psychology?"
"That's not important. The important thing is that the only advice I can give you is that it's best to solve the problem of death first. Of course, you may think that what I said is simple."
"But the method is..."
Schiller stopped and Stark stared at him. Schiller said, "Pay a 50% deposit first, and then we will start the next treatment."
Stark's head was smoking and his nose was snorting. He was so angry that Schiller laughed. He picked up the phone and said to Pepper, "My sweetheart, where did you invite a vampire doctor? ... Yes, he quoted me a million dollars an hour for the consultation..."
Schiller snatched the phone and said, "Ms. Pepper, Mr. Stark's unit of calculation for one million dollars is the number of beauties on a yacht..."
Then he hung up the phone, shook it and said, "I'll be charged in five minutes."
Stark was still staring at him.
Stark crossed his arms and said, "Go ahead, I'd like to see what you can say."
"What have you been running away from?"
"What? What did I run away from?"
"You'd better ask yourself. The answer is hidden here. I'm not referring to Miss Pepper's fatal phone call or the ambiguous text message from my ex-girlfriend. I'm serious..."
Schiller leaned on the table, crossed his arms, pushed up his glasses and said, "I have never seen such a strange case, very unique, very rare..."
Stark shuddered and said, "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me."
"You are not as ridiculous as you appear. I know someone who looks a lot like you. He pretends to be a playboy. He is just a fool who lives for the day and never thinks clearly."
"But he is very smart, too smart, so he has been waiting for someone to give him an answer, and the answer comes from...his past."
Stark looked at Schiller, and Schiller looked at him. Stark whispered, "I'll give you two million dollars. Leave here. I'll tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective. I..."
"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Pepper is listening right now," said Schiller.
Stark was silent, and Schiller said, "Two million dollars, and I'll tell you a method that really works."
"You're not."
"The past that you are most afraid of contains all the answers you want. I have seen it in the news. The founder of Stark Group, your father..."
"That's enough," Stark said.
He turned around, Schiller couldn't see his expression, Stark's voice was trembling, he said: "Pepper will transfer the consulting fee to you, get out of here."
"...He will be willing to give you a second life, God bless you."
"Get out of here!!!"
After Schiller left, Stark smashed the wine glass on the table. In the office of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury pressed the headset and said, "Go investigate a psychiatrist named Schiller immediately. I will get all his information immediately."
After Schiller left, a large sum of money soon appeared in his account. He thought happily that although Stark was difficult to deal with now, you get what you pay for, and he was still happy to help this big dog solve his problems.
And soon, there was another surprise. Schiller discovered that he could copy Spider-Man's abilities.
It turns out that the lack of this function before was not due to a system failure, but because Peter had not been bitten yet. Now that his spider ability has appeared, Schiller can naturally copy it.
Schiller clicked copy, and he gained "Spider Sense (Low Level)". Compared to the instantaneous shock of gaining telepathy, this time it seemed nothing special. Schiller felt that his five senses had been slightly enhanced, that is, he could see farther and hear more clearly. As for intuition, Schiller had not felt it yet.
He felt a little regretful, it would be nice to have Spider-Man's physical fitness, but this was actually a weakened version, it was probably just a slightly improved athletic ability, and it was far from being able to go deep into the ground.
Spider-Man didn't have that much power at the beginning, his spider-power developed gradually, and at present, it seems that it is just slightly beyond that of ordinary people, and it is not too exaggerated.
But now that Spider-Man's plot has begun, Peter's uncle might have been in trouble. Schiller thought about it and sent a message to Peter, saying, "How are you? Do you want to come to the hospital? I'm a doctor, but I can introduce you to a reliable trauma doctor."
Peter's reply came quickly. He said, "Wow! You are a doctor, so cool. Which hospital do you work in? What kind of doctor is it? An orthopedic surgeon? But I don't think I need a surgeon. I am very happy now. I think Gwen will soon agree with my pursuit..."
Schiller said, "I advise you to come get checked out. Being bitten by an animal is no joke. It's a good opportunity for us to meet..."
Peter was obviously hesitant. After all, it was not a good idea to meet an online friend at this time. He had just obtained the Spider Power and was so excited that he didn't want to do anything else. Schiller said, "I think you can bring Miss Gwen with you. I'm at the Presbyterian Hospital. I can give you a free comprehensive physical examination, and then you can go to the nearby cafe..."
Peter was somewhat tempted. First, his family was not well off and he had no chance to get a physical examination. Besides, every New Yorker had heard of the Presbyterian Hospital. He said, "Thank you, but I want to take my uncle and aunt with me. They are old, so this may be a bit much. If you don't agree, just ignore what I said."
Schiller thought about it and thought that this might be a better idea. He said, "Okay, I'll make an appointment for you this weekend. You can try to invite Miss Gwen and her family. I have plenty of appointments available."
Peter happily called Gwen and learned that he had always been helped by Gwen. Because his family conditions were not good, Gwen always brought him snacks and yogurt. Peter always felt that he could not help Gwen, so he always felt guilty.
But this is a good opportunity to make up for it. Presbyterian Hospital is not so easy to enter. Even if Gwen's father is the commissioner of the New York Police Department, you still have to wait in line for a long time to make an appointment for a comprehensive physical examination, or you can't make an appointment at all.
Peter felt that things were going really well for him recently. First, he had super powers, and the friend he met online was a doctor in a big hospital and seemed to be his attending physician. Now his uncle and aunt would not think that he was wasting his time chatting online.