at this point."

"But what cannot be denied is that he himself admitted that he was Hydra, and the clues for assassinating important people also pointed to him." Stark continued.

"But now, he's hiding back in Dr. Schiller's body. We can't use violence against him. Schiller did nothing wrong... By the way, is he willing to cooperate?" Steve raised his eyes and asked Stark.

.

"He said he was willing to cooperate, but he just didn't want to cooperate with me." Stark shook his head and said, "He said it was because treating him would be dangerous, but I can't figure out what the danger is."

"Tony, I don't mean to belittle your learning ability, but I feel that any subject cannot be fully mastered by just studying theoretical knowledge for a few days, especially a profession like doctor, which may require a lot of practice, so...

…”

"You don't have to be so tactful. I know I'm not a professional. Since he is unwilling to cooperate with me for this reason, then I will find a professional for him."

Stark seemed to be in a fight with Schiller. He picked up the phone, called Pepper, and said, "Help me invite all the world-class experts in psychology and psychiatry that I can. I want to give advice to a sick man."

A serious doctor conducts consultation..."

The next day, Steve and Stark stood guard at the door of a consulting room in Arkham Sanatorium, watching the scene in the room speechlessly.

"Hey Tim, long time no see, are you still hanging around in Florida?...What? Are you married? Congratulations, that's really weird. I remember when you were studying at Harvard, you were a famous lothario. How did you change that?

Got an idea?" Schiller said, patting a black doctor on the shoulder.

While the two of them were chatting, another thin white doctor came up and said: "Schiller, it's been a long time no see. Why didn't you tell me when you came to New York? Speaking of which, instead of working at Presbyterian Hospital, you went to

What are you doing at the sanatorium?”

The black doctor also said: "Yes, you were the best among us at that time. Even if you didn't stay in school to teach, you wouldn't end up in a nursing home, right?"

"I came to the Presbyterian Hospital before, but someone made trouble for me there. As you know, I came here to get some peace and quiet."

"Oh, Professor Till, why are you here? How are you? Are you still teaching pathology?" Schiller turned his head and said to another gray-haired old professor, whose temper was obvious.

Not very good, he said: "The manager of Stark Group called my godson in the middle of the night and said that he wanted to invite me to treat patients."

He sighed, looked at Schiller, and said, "I didn't expect to come here to see you. What's wrong with you? Please describe your symptoms."

"Professor, don't be like this. I haven't taken an exam for a long time." Schiller said as he saw another figure. He walked over and said, "Samantha, have you also received an invitation?"

"Dr. Schiller? I didn't expect to see you here, but don't tell me that you are the subject of this consultation?"

"Yes, who knows what Stark thinks?"

Stark, who was outside the door, poked his head in and took a look. Steve said to him: "Are you sure this is an expert consultation? Why do I feel like their class reunion?"

Stark sighed and said: "This is normal. The top people in a certain circle all graduated from those schools. They are either classmates, alumni, or teachers and students, but it doesn't matter, as long as they can cure the disease.

.”

But soon, they heard the doctors' conversations in the room again.

"Samantha, is your obsessive-compulsive disorder getting better? I remember the last time we talked on the phone, you said you had adjusted the dosage of your medication. How was the effect?"

The blond female doctor shook her head and said, "Don't mention it anymore. I was a little busy during that time and didn't take medicine on time, so it got a little worse, but it's much better now."

"By the way, is Hope still living in a psychiatric hospital in Los Angeles? Hasn't his family considered transferring him?"

"He is doing well in Los Angeles. His attending doctor is the professor who taught him basic psychology. He can further his studies during his hospitalization. I wish this would happen."

"Hey, Schiller! Come here, Professor Till is looking for you!"

After Schiller walked over, the old professor pushed up his glasses and said, "Stark came to us not to treat your autism, and your symptoms don't need treatment. Let me guess, your anxiety disorder."

Has it gotten worse again?”

"A little bit, but not serious. This time they may be trying to treat my multiple personality disorder."

"Multiple personality? When did you suffer from multiple personality disorder?" The black doctor Tim looked at him: "Remember Angel? He just called me a few days ago to tell me that his multiple personality disorder is much better and he is going to school.

When we were in school, he always felt embarrassed because of this. Remember the dance? He almost lost his dance partner."

As he said that, everyone laughed, and the thin doctor said: "I guess Stark, who invited us here, has no understanding of psychology and psychiatry at all. Laymen always like to make noises.

When I hear about mental disorders, I think they are terminal illnesses."

"There is no way, there are still many people who don't know about psychological and psychiatric treatment." The old professor sighed and said, "You study hard and refine your professional skills just to eliminate prejudice..."

Stark outside the door said to Steve: "I think this is not a class reunion, but a patient exchange meeting."

"Damn it, can't I be a psychiatrist if I'm not sick?"

"I don't think this is reliable at all." Steve concluded: "It seems that they often treat each other, but no one cures anyone..."

Stark covered his forehead and said: "Forget it, it seems that this method won't work. Let's go to more professional people for help."

That afternoon, Stark and Steve arrived at Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. When they explained their purpose to Charles, to their surprise, Charles shook his head and rejected their request.

Steve sighed and said: "Professor, I know that you mutants are unwilling to participate in this kind of thing, which may cause you trouble. I also understand that the mutants themselves are not in a good situation..."

"It's not because of this." Charles denied: "Actually, I am happy to help, except for this matter."

"Why?" Stark asked very confused.

"You want me to treat Schiller, but in my opinion, he cannot be treated."

"What's the meaning?"

"His condition...oh, no, it can't be said to be an illness. It should be said to be his condition. It has gone beyond the scope of a disease and is more like an ability."

"You can't ask me to cure a superpower, just like I can't cure your intelligence, or his strength, it's not necessary."

"Ability?" Stark and Steve looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. They didn't understand what kind of mental illness could be called an ability.

"Maybe you don't understand what I say. If you can get his consent, then maybe I can show you why."

"He said he is willing to cooperate with treatment. I think we don't need to ask again, right?"

Charles shook his head again and said, "If you really want to do this, then go to bed on time at night and I will come find you."

At night, Stark came to the Alliance of Radiance base in the dream and successfully met Charles, but did not see Steve. He asked Charles: "Didn't you say he was coming too?"

"Yes, but... he seems to have some insomnia. If you think I can help him..."

"No problem at all, he will never argue with you."

"Okay." As soon as Charles finished speaking, a confused Steve appeared in the dream base. He covered his forehead and said, "I must be too tired, otherwise how could I dream about Steve in my dream?"

Tucker?”

Stark snorted coldly and said, "Let me just say, not everyone has the ability to control their consciousness in dreams."

In the next few minutes, Charles explained the current situation to Steve. Steve sat on the sofa, covering his forehead and said: "So, we are indeed in a dream now, and then we have to find out through the dream."

Dr. Schiller?”

"Yes, I already called him during the day, and he agreed to our visit at night."

"Visit? Why can't he come here?"

"You will know soon."

Then, with a wave of Charles's hand, several people arrived outside the gate of the base. The thick white mist enveloped them. The huge steel city built by Stark kept receding in the field of vision, and they quickly walked through the dreamland.

Soon, a small black spot appeared on the horizon, and Stark squinted his eyes and looked in that direction.

Within a few seconds, they quickly approached the place. As the distance got closer, both Stark and Steve saw that it was a huge Tower of Babel.

In an instant, they arrived at the door of the tower. Charles stepped forward, pulled the knocker, and knocked on the door. The door opened with a creak. Schiller, who opened the door, was wearing a white uniform. This made the door open.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

He whispered to himself: "Fortunately, it's not the cylinder head before, he is just a chatterbox..."

Stark and Steve stepped inside. As soon as they stepped inside the tower, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

It was a huge, prosperous, bustling place with people coming and going - a tall tower that reached the sky.

Wherever you look, there are endless floors.

At this moment, Stark and Steve finally understood what the superpowers Charles was referring to.

Schiller turned back, closed the door, opened his arms, and said:

"Welcome to my mind palace."
Chapter completed!