Chapter 2339: Mind Assault (Part III)

Schiller looked at the busy doctors and nurses and said, "I can't see her medical records now, but if I'm not mistaken, the fetus in her belly is neither completely good nor completely bad. It is very likely to be repeated."

Schiller lowered his voice and said, "In my experience, at first, it might indeed be that the state of the fetus had some problems, and this mother had some worries and anxiety because of this, and then it intensified, but it wasn't treated in time."

"So the problems shown by the fetus in the second half are very likely the external manifestation of the mother's emotions and hormonal fluctuations. Because hormones and emotions fluctuate, the situation is repeated, and no reason can be found."

"This group of people in the gynecology department is always like this. They feel that a pregnant woman carrying a big belly across half the hospital to see a psychiatrist, and if something goes wrong, no one can be responsible, so they don't make active treatment suggestions." Schiller said with some anger, "After the surgery, I will go to the Women's Federation to complain about them."

Suddenly, the operating room became busy. From Schiller's perspective, it seemed that the child had left the body. Logically speaking, the nurse should step forward, and the child should quickly make a sound.

But the doctors and nurses busy around the lower body, although their movements were still fast, didn't make any noise, quiet as if dead.

"The heartbeat has stopped." The nearest nurse said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry. The child had no heartbeat 30 seconds before birth, and now breathing has completely stopped."

They were still operating some instruments, but obviously, the couple had completely collapsed. The husband wailed first, but Schiller didn't even look at him, squeezing past him and the nurse.

He took advantage of people not paying attention and squeezed the wound on the pregnant woman's arm slightly hard. This part hadn't been anesthetized, and because it was inflamed and swollen, it was hurting.

The physical pain made the pregnant woman unable to hold back, and she let out a cry of pain. Immediately after, she was like being choked by something, and dry sobs squeezed out of her throat.

Her husband threw himself over, tears and snot rubbing all over her face, his whiskers scraping her neck. Schiller heard the husband vaguely say, "Great, great, you're still alive! The surgery was successful!"

When the pregnant woman's sharp crying came, Schiller let go. He found that the nurse next to him saw his action, but didn't say anything.

After the patient was pushed out, it was another scene of chaos. The head nurse was like a door god, her sharp eyes sweeping over everyone present, as if anyone who dared not put the equipment back in place would be swallowed alive by her.

"The benefit of being a psychologist is here." Schiller said to the intern in a low voice, "In any situation other than completing your own work, you are the one who can watch the fun with peace of mind."

Then he heard the head nurse say, "Didn't I ask you to treat the pregnant woman's wound synchronously before? When she was pushed out, why did I see her arm still swollen?"

"Excuse me, let me pass, ma'am. There are interns waiting for answers in my office, I'll go first."

Schiller ran away, and the intern followed him quickly. As Schiller walked, he didn't forget to say, "Don't be too focused when watching the fun. Once the trouble you caused is mentioned, run quickly."

"Is this really okay?" The intern said uncertainly, "What if the patient finds out and complains later?"

"It's okay. In the years you can live as a psychologist, you shouldn't be very afraid of complaints, because there is no one else without you."

The intern was speechless, but actually felt that what Schiller said had a bit of truth. He had been unable to get supervision for a long time, and had been delayed for more than a year, and hadn't accumulated 100 hours. Thinking about it, he knew why.

As soon as Schiller walked in, he saw a familiar figure, Professor X, but he wasn't in a wheelchair and wasn't bald.

This was a young version of Charles Xavier, with a pair of deep blue eyes, a straight figure, and no trace of time.

But Schiller didn't show surprise. He let the intern leave first, and then invited this young Charles to sit down.

"Hello, Dr. Schiller, I've heard about you from Director Fury." Young Charles smiled. His appearance was almost perfect, making people completely unable to question why he could become a romantic.

"I've also heard your story." Schiller said.

The reason he didn't feel surprised was that Nick had greeted him. Even if he didn't greet him, Schiller could imagine that this universe lacked psychologists, and what Nick would do. In short, wool from other universes.

If you lack Spider-Man, you pluck Spider-Man; if you lack Iron Man, you pluck Iron Man. Then if you lack psychologists, you can only pluck Professor X, right?

But this Professor X was exceptionally young, looking like he might have just graduated from Harvard University. By the way, Charles Xavier graduated from Harvard University at the age of 16.

This Charles actually came from the universe of Spider-Man Noir. Spider-Man Noir was that left-wing Spider-Man who was active during the Great Depression in the 1930s. In order to avenge his uncle and aunt who promoted left-wing ideas, he would use guns and kill people.

Surprisingly, in the era when Spider-Man Noir was active, Charles had just been born. Spider-Man Noir had been famous for a long time, while Charles was still an unknown soldier. His magnificent, lifelong adventure with his old rival Magneto hadn't started yet.

"I read two of your works before coming here." Charles indicated, "Especially the point of view on the reasons for the weakening of race relations in interstellar sociology, I think it's very interesting."

Young Charles was obviously sharp-edged, completely unlike the gentle and smooth old him, and he was also more talkative, his eyes filled with ambitious light.

"Of course, we have plenty of time to discuss all this later." Schiller said, "I heard that you are determined to finish all the courses for graduate students at Columbia University in one semester, and complete your internship at the same time."

"Yes, in fact, there was originally a gap year trip in the plan, but I think no trip can compare to coming to other universes to see the scenery. I think it's very good here."

"I think so too." Schiller smiled and put the teacup in front of him, and said, "Have you seen yourself in this universe?"

"In fact, not yet." Charles shook his head and said, "But I heard Nick say that he is a university professor, which is a bit hard to imagine."

"That's not an ordinary professor." Although Schiller said so, he didn't reveal more, obviously wanting Charles to discover it himself. He said, "Then I am honored to be your supervisor. Although a genius who can graduate from Harvard at 16 probably doesn't need 400 hours of supervision time, the regulations are like this. I can only let you study by yourself in some seminar sessions at most."

"I think we can be more flexible." Charles indicated, "400 hours is a complete waste of life for me, but I need a license. It would be great if it could be shorter."

It's really Professor X's dark history. Schiller was overjoyed in his heart. He had money at home, was a super genius, had a mission, and had an old rival who had been entangled for a lifetime. He could only say that our Marvel has its own Batman.

He said before that playing arrogant was troublesome, but this opportunity came, right? He didn't need to wear a black suit, didn't need to keep a straight face, but could also try the path of arrogance in the best, original, and classic way.

As a result, Charles said in the next second, "Why are you so happy, Doctor? Is there anything interesting I don't know?"

Wait a minute, he is Professor X. Schiller only just realized it. Even if he is young, sharp-edged, and ambitious, he is still Professor X, likely the most powerful psychic in the entire universe.

And he has now become the teaching supervisor for such a mutant. Schiller shouted in his heart, "Why is it so unfair! Why is it that Arrogance encounters an ignorant Batman, while I start off by fighting the final boss?!"

In this universe, the only person Schiller doesn't have 100% confidence in saying he leads in terms of professionalism is Professor X.

Professor X's mind-reading isn't the kind of mind-reading that reads thoughts as ordinary people understand it; it's more like a brain invasion, or rather, mind control. This means he doesn't just read a few thoughts and ideas; as long as he takes a look, he can fully understand every subtle thought this person has had since birth, and can even dig out thoughts the person themselves hasn't noticed.

This is on a completely different level from mind-reading. This means he is the person closest to the truth of the human soul, understanding you better than you understand yourself. Does such a person have any rivals in studying psychology?

It is often said that many students have read the textbooks written by Schiller. In fact, Schiller has been waiting for Charles to write textbooks. He told Charles, "In case you finish writing your book, don't send it to the printing factory yet. Everyone move aside, I'll study it first."

However, because of his identity as a mutant, Charles, this psychology expert, only held the title to gain social status. Due to his own personality, he was somewhat repulsed by deeper research into the human spirit.

Schiller guessed that it might be for this reason that Nick sent a younger Charles over. Human psychological theory really needs a major breakthrough; after all, every subsequent development is a major innovation. If one doesn't figure oneself out first, going out just means adding a group of cosmic terrorists.

How can one make this Charles have a stronger interest in psychology? It seems he is still in the superiority of using his talent to achieve results far beyond ordinary people.

He said he wanted to shorten the time; in fact, it's not that he really didn't want to learn, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to college. It seems he just wanted to show that he is different from ordinary people. Unlike the vast majority of mutants, he is not only not inferior about his abilities but actually feels quite proud.

In short, Charles at this period is likely also a mutant supremacist, believing that mutant abilities are God's gift, and therefore should be treated with favor.

The plot in the comics also shows that the early Professor X was somewhat tainted by Yuri; he would delete the memories of his own people as he pleased. It can only be said that being suspected and feared isn't entirely the fault of others.

To some extent, the accident that later caused him and Erik to break up saved them both, because if neither of them could learn to concede and continued to develop like that, it would inevitably lead to an earth-shattering battle.

Wait a minute, the Charles of this universe hasn't met Erik yet, Schiller thought, stroking his chin, and the Erik of their universe seems not to have met such a young Charles either.

Should I arrange for them to meet?