The weather in New York is much better than Gotham. Although it is already winter, the weather is still very clear. From the windows on the third floor of the clinic, you can clearly see the traffic on the road on the other end of the skyline.

Schiller got up very early, and Pikachu pushed the door open with his short hand, then stretched and said, "Your damn old-fashioned kettle is so loud! Yawn, where did you get such an old antique?"

Schiller walked down the stairs, and Pikachu slid down from the handrail to the restaurant on the second floor. The kettle was steaming and would occasionally make sharp whistles.

Schiller used magic to float the kettle and put it on the table, then he waved his hand and a pan flew over, pouring some olive oil on it, and then began to make breakfast.

Pikachu opened the refrigerator door with a "bang", went in and flipped through the things to eat, and said disgustedly: "I should have thrown away your damn blue cheese. How can it smell so smelly! Oh... and these hell lettuces, this thing tastes like gnawing on plastic, let me see... Here! I'm making cheese in my car! I'll put it in the breakfast sandwich later, and this canned lunch meat for me to cut it open and clip it in the middle. Remember, you must cut it thicker..."

At this time, the door downstairs of the clinic sounded, and Schiller heard Peter's voice accompanying the footsteps of going upstairs: "Sir! I'm here! I asked my uncle to borrow a toolbox, and I would definitely be able to repair the damn switch today..."

As soon as he walked up, the door opened by the refrigerator just blocked his view. He waved his hand and closed the door. Then, with a "bang", a scream came: "Oh! shit!! My waist!!!"

Peter hurriedly opened the refrigerator door again, and found that the furry Pikachu was leaning on the refrigerator partition layer, and his waist hit the can cap on the refrigerator door.

Peter hugged him down and said, "You actually have a waist? Where is it?"

"Hey, boy, don't force me to expose you. Yesterday, that wasn't some electric switch broke. It was obvious that you died 30 lives and haven't passed the level yet..."

Peter covered Pikachu's mouth and said without saying anything: "Doctor Schiller, what did you do? Why is it so fragrant?"

"If you want to eat regular fried sandwiches, I'll make you a large size."

"Okay, but it doesn't have to be too big. My appetite has become smaller recently."

"That's great news." Schiller said while frying the egg, "At least your aunt doesn't have to cook for you every day until her wrist hurts."

While chatting with Schiller, Peter glanced at the ring on his ring finger. Pikachu saw the subtle changes in his expression. Pikachu looked around and said, "We haven't pulled out the game cassette yesterday. Do you want another plate?"

Peter didn't understand why, but Pikachu's tail flicked, and his furry lightning-shaped tail pointed hard downstairs. Peter understood, and he immediately followed Pikachu downstairs.

After a while, the two of them came back with a whisper and Pikachu jumped to the stove and looked at Shiller.

Schiller was turning over the golden fried egg in the center with a spatula. Peter was squeezing at Pikachu from behind. Pikachu frowned and said, "Well, okay, I think... it's quite hard for you to cook for us, why don't we go out to eat?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "The sun rose from the west today? Usually you would only let me fry the eggs a little tender."

"I mean... OK, nothing, but I always feel that you humans should not keep everything in your heart, as this is not good for your health..."

"I'm a psychiatrist, I know this better than you, otherwise whose money I'm making?" Schiller said.

Pikachu shook his tail, and he was about to say something, but Peter grabbed it over. Then Peter laughed twice and said, "Haha, doctor, let's play a game first, and I'll help you later."

Pikachu shook Peter's face hard with his tail, revenge that he had just hit his waist. Peter was not willing to be outdone and directly grabbed Pikachu's ears and shook them around. The two of them went downstairs while fighting.

Schiller felt a little confused. He always felt that Peter was hiding something from him.

After a while, Steve, who had just finished running in the morning, also came in. He wiped his sweat with a towel, and then walked up to the second floor with the fragrance. He said: "The structure of this old house is too unreasonable, and the kitchen is still on the second floor."

"Thanks for having the money to afford a useful range hood," Schiller said.

"Then you have to thank Nick, too, for he has given you bonuses a lot, right?"

"What? What name did he give you a bonus? How much did you get? 30% or 20%?"

"It's not counting tax payments, it's only 18%. " Steve said shruggingly.

“His economic understanding of the distribution of additional income is becoming more and more macro.”

Steve put the towel on the railing, then opened the refrigerator very naturally and said, "Let me see, where is the steak I put here last time? Oh, it's here, there is still a little left, I think I can make a beef cheeseburger, and cheese? I remember there was half left last time..."

"Stop looking, you forgot that I have a rat like Jerry here? Except for blue cheese that can survive the next day?"

"Oh my God! That's almost two pounds of cheese, he's finished it all? Not at all?"

"That's not, not just him, Peter made a Margaret pizza last time and put at least one pound."

Steve shook his head and closed the refrigerator door and said, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to save money. Is there any good convenience store in Hell's Kitchen? I can buy some cheese slices."

"Walking right and walking two streets to Mrs. Helena's place, of course, you'd better just say you're going to buy cheese, or she might think of you as an applicant."

"Apply? In this hell, what else can I apply for?"

"Of course, Mrs. Helena has three stripper bars under her command, and the business is very hot. She should like yours the most."

Steve curled his lips and said, "I'd better take a long way and leave Hell's Kitchen and buy it."

Then he walked over and patted Shiller on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I know you are a doctor, but doctors are also ordinary people, and psychologists are not omnipotent. If you have something to talk about, then you can come to me, we are friends."

After saying that, he turned around and left, making Schiller very puzzled. He just got up in the morning to make breakfast and fry eggs. Why is everyone's attitude strange?

Not long after Steve left, Stark flew in through the window wearing armor and holding a lot of information. The cold wind on the mecha poured into the room of the psychological clinic like a howling cold wind.

Schiller turned his head and was startled by Stark's dark circles. He said, "Hell, what did you do?"

"Oh, no... Did Miss Pepper take a leave today?"

"What are you talking about? I've been doing research all night for the information you brought yesterday."

After saying that, he placed the pile of documents on Schiller's desk and said, "There is almost no progress in neural external technology. Uncle Obadaiya is still in a coma, and I can't ask him, but I have come up with another way."

Iron Man was still wearing armor. He pointed directly at one of the parts of the data with the metal-covered nails and said, "If the aging nerves and dead nerve cells cannot be restored, then we will find a way to replace it with a mechanical one, just like a heart."

"I don't think you have to explain the principle clearly to me. I just want to know, how feasible is it?"

Stark held his arms and stared at the profile pictures and said, "You have to know that even if I am a genius, it is impossible to create technology out of thin air. More importantly, even if I master this technology, it must undergo a lot of safety tests before it can be put into use."

Stark also glanced at the ring on Schiller's finger. He touched his lips and said, "If you are really in a hurry, I can convene a neuroscience consultation in the name of Stark Group, and you can invite the most famous neuroscience research expert in the world."

"Of course, you'd better invite patients, otherwise they won't be able to make a way out of thin air."

"It's probably difficult," Schiller said.

What he said is the fact, and not to mention how he could get the character of DC to Marvel. Even if he could get it over, the time flow rate of the two sides was inconsistent, which could lead to many problems and could also cause great risks.

Schiller knew very well that unlike Marvel, he had one of the most important tasks in the DC world, which was to get rid of the entanglement of his enemies.

His enemies are definitely not ordinary people. First of all, he can hire Death Knox to kill him. The words left by Death Knox before leaving have revealed enough information. When Schiller wanted to pay for him to kill the employer, Death Knox's first reaction was, "You can't afford this price."

When Schiller further tempted that the world's richest man would pay for it, Death Knell still left without hesitation, which shows that he judged that even if there was enough price, it was not worth his complete rebellion.

It is already very telling that the world's top mercenary Death Knell is able to make such a judgment. The original owner does not seem to be involved in a simple dispute over interests, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this.

To this end, Schiller hopes that Victor can become his ally to make up for his shortcomings in engineering and mechanics, so he is willing to help Victor's wife as much as possible and eliminate the possibility of Victor becoming a frozen man, but this does not mean that he must take huge risks to take people between the two worlds.

Moreover, this cannot fundamentally solve the problem. If DC experts and scholars cannot cure this disease, then ordinary Marvel experts may not be able to do it.

Schiller kept silent while thinking, and finally Stark couldn't help it. He said, "You...I mean... she's okay? Right?"

Schiller said: "What?"

Stark touched his forehead in a little embarrassed manner and said, "I heard from Colson that your wife is not in good condition..."

Schiller was stunned. Where did this rumor come from? Where did he get a wife?!

He just said why everyone's attitude is so strange today!

Soon, he remembered the first person he went to meet after returning to Marvel - the future Doctor Strange, now a neurologist.

He is such a clever little ghost!
Chapter completed!