The Stark that Schiller saw was indeed on the verge of madness. His mental state was in a mess. With telepathy, Schiller could be shocked by his chaotic and entangled thoughts through the wall.

Schiller took a deep breath and walked in. Stark raised his eyes and rolled his eyes, giving Schiller a big roll of his eyes.

Although he looked a little haggard, he was not embarrassed. The consequence of dying about 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 glanced at Stark worriedly, then turned and left. Schiller sat opposite Stark, and Schiller said, "Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question?"

"What are you asking? Are you talking about philosophy with me when you pretend to be a fool? Or are you talking about psychological theories that are useless?"

"Well, it's not. I want to ask how much my hourly salary is?"

Stark was obviously stunned by this question, and he said in great surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said I wanted to know what the price for my psychological counseling was because when Miss Pepper negotiated the price with me, I got drunk and waking up and forgot everything," Schiller said.

Stark's mother tongue was speechless at this time. He waved his hand and said, "You shouldn't choose an abstract topic that is common to you psychologists...such as the meaning of life, the object of sorrow, and other topics..."

"Yes, that's the next step, after formally starting the consultation, but I have to confirm whether you can afford my psychological counseling fee."

Stark widened his eyes and said in shock: "What did you say?! Do you know who I am? Oh my God, are you a primitive person? Don't you know me? Do you don't know this is the Stark Building?"

"Yes, I know you're rich, Mr. Stark, but how much money you have and how much you are willing to pay is two different things."

“…How much do you want?”

"One million US dollars per hour, no bargaining."

"Give it to you! You are crazy doctor, you are crazy? One million dollars! I can invite a dozen beauties on the yacht..."

"I heard someone said he was very rich."

Stark was really speechless by Schiller, and he said, "Did you send Pepper to mess with me? Very good! Let me tell her! She succeeded! I have explained that the party I held last time was just to say goodbye to those ex-girlfriends. I was not trying to do something else, why did she just not believe it!"

"A dozen beauties on the yachts don't make you feel better, sir, especially when you feel like you're dying," Schiller said.

Stark's exaggerated body movements stopped. He stiffened for a moment, looked back at Schiller, with a suspicious look.

Schiller sat there calmly and said, "You are afraid of death now, but perhaps what scares you the most is not death, but you have no chance to save your mistakes..."

"Shit. Who are you? Who are you?" Stark's emotions began to get excited, and he said, "Is it Pepper who said something to you... No, she doesn't know, you..."

Stark stared at Schiller and said, "Don't do these tricks with me. I don't believe there is any diva in this world."

"There is no mind reading technique in the world, only psychology," Schiller said.

He stood up and said to Stark: "You can continue to be perfunctory. Anyway, my medical fee is one million US dollars per hour. If we procrastinate for a while, I can buy a new car."

Stark was a headache for his serious and trolling words, and he said, "How did you see it? With that ridiculous psychology?"

"That doesn't matter. What's important is that the only advice I can give you is that it's better to solve the problem of death first. Of course, you might think I'm talking about it simply."

"But the method is..."

Schiller stopped, Stark stared at him, and Schiller said, "Please pay a deposit of 50% in advance before we start the next treatment."

Stark was so smoked and squirted, he was so angry that he laughed by Schiller. He picked up the phone and called Pepper and said, "My sweetheart, where did you invite a vampire doctor?...Yes, he gave me a million USD one-hour medical fee..."

Schiller snatched the phone directly and said, "Miss Pepper, Mr. Stark's unit of calculation for a million dollars is a beauty on a yacht..."

Then he hung up the phone, shook his phone and said, "It will be available in five minutes."

Stark still stared at him.

Stark hugged his arms and said, "Say it, I want to see what you can say."

"What have you been escaping?"

"What? What am I escaping?"

"You better ask yourself, the answer is hidden here. I am not referring to Miss Pepper's deathly phone call or an ambiguous text message from my ex-girlfriend, I'll tell you the truth..."

Schiller leaned against the table and held his arm. He pushed his glasses and said, "I have never seen such a rare case. It is unique and very rare..."

Stark shivered and said, "Hey, I don't like men, stay away from me."

"You are not as ridiculous as you show. I know someone who looks a lot like you. He pretends to be a playboy, like a fool who just passes by and never thinks about tomorrow."

"But he is very smart, too smart, so he's been waiting for someone to give him an answer, and this 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 will tell Pepper that your treatment is very effective, I..."

"If I guess correctly, Miss Pepper is listening at this time," Schiller said.

Stark was silent, Schiller said: "Two million dollars, I'll tell you a way that really works."

"make a deal."

"The past you avoid most has all the answers you want. I have seen it in the news, the founder of Stark Group, your father..."

"Enough," Stark said.

He turned around, Schiller could not see his expression, Stark's voice trembled, and he said, "Peper will transfer you the consultation fee and leave 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, and in the office of SHIELD, Nick Fury pressed his headphones and said, "Go and investigate a psychiatrist named Schiller immediately, and I want to get all his information immediately."

After Schiller left, his account quickly received a large sum of money. He thought happily that although Stark is difficult to deal with now, he is still willing to help this big dog dealer solve his problems.

And soon, there was another surprise, that was that Schiller discovered that he could copy Spider-Man's abilities.

It turned out that the function was not without this before, but that Peter had not been bitten yet. Now his spider ability has appeared, and Schiller can naturally copy it.

Schiller clicked to copy, and he got the "spider sensing (low level)". Compared to the moment of telepathy, this time it seemed ordinary. Schiller felt that his five senses had been slightly improved, 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 great if he could have the physical strength of the little spider, but it was a weakened version anyway. It was probably just a little improved in athletic ability and was far from going to heaven and earth.

Spider-Man was not that powerful at the beginning. His spider abilities were gradually developing. At present, it seems that they are just a little beyond ordinary people and are not too exaggerated.

But since the plot of Spider-Man has begun, Peter's uncle may also be in trouble. Schiller thought about it and sent a message to Peter, saying, "How are you? Do you want to come to the hospital for a look? I am a doctor, and I can introduce you to a reliable trauma doctor."

Peter's reply came soon, and he said, "Wow! You turned out to be a doctor, so cool. Which hospital do you work in? What doctor is it? Is an orthopedic? But I don't think I need a surgeon anymore. I'm very happy now. I think Gwen will agree to my pursuit right away..."

Schiller said: "I advise you to check it out. Being bitten by animals is not a joke. We can meet you too..."

Peter obviously hesitated. After all, seeing netizens at this time was not a good idea. He had just obtained the spider's ability and was so excited that he didn't want to do anything else. Schiller said: "I think you can bring Miss Gwen with me. I'm in the Presbyterian Hospital. I can let you have a full physical examination for free. After that, you can go to the nearby cafe..."

Peter was a little moved. One reason was that his family was in a bad condition and he didn't have the chance to have any physical examination. And no New Yorker had ever heard of the name of the Presbyterian Hospital. He said, "Thank you, but I want to take my uncle and aunt with me. They are old, of course, this may be a bit too much. If it doesn't work, just pretend I didn't say it."

Schiller thought for a while, maybe this might be better. He said, "Yes, I'll make an appointment for you this weekend. You can also try calling Miss Gwen and her family. I can have plenty of places to make appointments."

Peter happily called Gwen. You know, he had been helping Gwen because his family was not in good condition, and Gwen always brought him snacks and yogurt. Peter always felt that he couldn't help Gwen, so he felt guilty.

But this is a good opportunity to compensate. Presbyterian hospitals are not that easy to enter. Even if Gwen's father is the director of the New York Police Department, he still has to wait in line for a long time to make an appointment for a full physical examination, or he can't make an appointment at all.
Chapter completed!