Chapter 2340: Mind Assault (Part IV)

Charles, sitting in the chair, narrowed his eyes. He could feel the brain waves of the doctor in front of him constantly changing, with quite large ups and downs. Obviously, he was thinking about some things that required him to make decisions, but it didn't look like a good thing, because the smile on the corner of his mouth reminded Charles of a seasoned fox.

But sometimes Charles thought that the difference between a hunter and a fox wasn't that big. Perhaps he wouldn't know that the person sitting in front of him was a hunter, a hunter with amazing talent, born superior and extraordinary.

Before coming here, Charles had investigated Schiller's background, not just learning about everything about him from Nick Fury's mouth. In fact, he could also hear many rumors about this doctor in the complex voices in the hospital.

Rumors were mixed, but most of them had one thing in common: no matter how the medical staff viewed Schiller Rodriguez, they were completely full of awe and affirmed his professionalism, believing that he was an excellent psychologist.

But this wasn't what Charles wanted. This kind of general praise couldn't give him any advantage in the subsequent conversation. What he wanted was some more private information, simply put, gossip.

Unlike the gentle appearance this doctor showed, there were never few rumors about him in the hospital, and what Charles was most interested in were some rumors about Schiller's personal style.

Is Schiller a good doctor? Of course, but is he really a good person? Most of the voices reflected that it might not be certain.

After summarizing all the voices, Charles found that everyone's evaluation of Dr. Schiller was mixed. What was criticized was that when he worked at Presbyterian Hospital before, he missed several very important consultations several times and was often late, delaying many big and small things.

Regarding the rumors of being late, the direction of speculation wasn't too friendly. More than one nurse had said that they had smelled alcohol on this doctor, and some more professional doctors had seen signs of his pupils dilating, believing that he might have a history of drug addiction.

But in fact, in hospitals on the East Coast, as long as your professional level is solid, no one cares about what your private life is like. On the contrary, what is most criticized is that this Dr. Schiller seems to have no psychologist of his own, which is completely inconsistent with professional norms.

Although it sounds like a nesting doll for a psychologist to have his own psychologist, this is actually very necessary, because there is an important judgment indicator in the process of psychological treatment called self-perception. You must first be able to anchor yourself before you can treat others.

If you are not comprehensive and focused enough on your own feelings, you cannot use yourself as an anchor to judge whether others' situations are normal. The harm caused by a sick psychologist may be more serious than letting the patient's condition continue to deteriorate.

Because in the doctor-patient relationship of psychologists, the status of the two is completely unequal. A psychologist whose mental state is not normal is very likely to have manipulative tendencies, which not only cannot solve the problems the patient is facing now, but may create more and worse problems for him.

Many psychiatric colleagues who worked with Schiller had reported this problem to their superiors. Schiller was uncontrolled and unpredictable. Even if he was stable and normal now, it didn't mean this would continue.

However, everyone's view of Schiller had improved recently because he finally had his own psychologist. This person was none other than Professor X of this universe.

Because Charles knew himself very well, he also considered himself to understand the old Professor X. Since he discovered his mutant ability, he found that this ability seemed to grow with age. He couldn't imagine how strong a Charles Xavier who had lived for more than half his life would be.

After discovering that the old Professor X of this universe had become Schiller's psychologist, young Charles had to reconsider his plan for Schiller.

That's right, he had his own response plan for this Dr. Schiller Rodriguez, rather than simply and rudely prying into psychology and manipulating the brain.

Judging from the words and phrases Nick Fury gave him, this doctor occupied an extremely important position in the solar system development plan of this universe. Young Charles believed that his universe would sooner or later go down such a path, so influencing a pivotal figure would inevitably be able to improve the status of his family and the mutant group.

This kind of influence couldn't be rude manipulation, because the other party was also a psychologist. Once he noticed something wrong, it would inevitably be counterproductive, but it had to be delicate, subtle, and not easily discovered.

Even just simply winning favor wasn't without gain. If you could add one point to the impression score, you would add one point. Of course, if there was an opportunity to go further, Charles would never give up.

Many people said that from the plot shown by Marvel, mutants seemed to have popped up suddenly. There was no plan to deal with them in society, and no attempt to solve the problem. Many plots looked too idealistic.

But in fact, in the 1930s when young Xavier lived, they had made countless attempts. Even after discovering that his son was a mutant, Charles's parents had used their money and power to influence the formulation of certain policies.

But unfortunately, mutants were indeed a completely uncontrollable bomb. If they were too weak, they would be bullied; if they were too strong, they would be feared. This was the law of society since ancient times, and no one could change it. Xavier wanted to walk his own path, but he was still exploring.

So he asked, "What do you think of mutants?"

Schiller stopped writing medical records. He looked up at Charles, looked at his deep blue eyes, and the doubt in them didn't look fake, so he said very cautiously, "I can't say that the mutant problem in our universe has been completely solved, but I think from the average situation of all universes, we are relatively good."

"What did they do?" Charles referred to the leader of the mutants. He thought it might be himself, but perhaps there were others. Currently, he hadn't checked it, and didn't have time to check it.

"They walked out." Schiller emphasized to him, "As Earth's steps to explore the universe advance, mutants must make changes. They have their own advantages, so they are one step ahead."

"Are they satisfied with this situation?"

"There are still differences, but the direction of what most people think and strive for is basically the same." Schiller sighed softly, stood up from the chair, walked to the bookshelf behind, and began to check the books.

"At least most mutants are not satisfied with everything they have now. In the past, they didn't know what they wanted, nor did they know how to make changes, but now they at least have a general path to choose. If Earth doesn't work, then Andromeda Galaxy."

Charles nodded. He could understand what Schiller said. In the era he lived in, many mutants were sad and indignant, and even used actions to resist, but they actually had no choice.

Either choose to endure, or choose to resist, either die or live. If they didn't fight to the end, they couldn't choose to leave, because they were strangers in their hometown and aliens among their own party.

Perhaps separating ordinary people and mutants would be a good way, Charles thought, but specifically, it must depend on whether the new home of mutants is better than Earth.

Just as he thought of this, he heard Schiller say, "This is not a division and racial segregation. All mutants who can leave Earth must first identify with the identity of the pan-human civilization circle and identify that they are a member of humanity, not some new race living in the solar system."

Charles frowned. He shook his head and said, "But I think we are very different, too different, and there is almost no basis for finding a sense of identity."

"Really?" Schiller turned his head and looked at him with a smile. Charles felt some doubt because he didn't know what Schiller was laughing at.

Was he laughing at his youth? But most young mutants held the exact opposite view to him. They believed that there was a possibility of seeking common ground while reserving differences between mutants and humans, rather than being extremely pessimistic and feeling that they were not the same race at all.

This kind of thinking of Charles would only appear in some old mutants who had experienced many storms. The more they saw clearly, the more pessimistic they were, and Schiller should also understand this truth.

"Let's talk about your internship problem first." Schiller changed the subject and said, "I think blindly reducing supervision hours is undesirable, but too much delay is also not good. But we can make the standard for judging whether supervision hours are enough more flexible."

"You mean..."

"If you think you have learned enough, then come and apply for a test. You know it won't be a licensing exam. A certificate of qualification has no meaning for you."

"Then what do you plan to test?"

"Maybe a lot." Schiller said, "Or we can be optimistic. You will feel that you have never learned enough."

"This is impossible." Charles stood up from the chair and said, "I have full confidence to cure every patient in this world."

"I hope you can always maintain this confidence."

"Then come on." Charles looked eager to try. He said, "What should I do now? Go on rounds? Or do you have any difficult patients? Leave it to me, I'll help you fix him."

"I'm going to visit a patient now." Schiller lowered his head, his tone became heavy, and he said, "I just performed emergency psychological intervention on her, but she still lost her child."

The expression on Charles's face froze. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm very sorry, but what happened to her?"

Schiller handed him the medical record he had just written. The more Charles looked, the tighter his brows frowned. After a while, he put down the medical record and said, "The intervention measures you took are too few, Doctor. You should have taken more radical actions to ensure the safety of their mother and child."

"Do you think you could have done more?"

"At least I would have tried more actively." Charles looked at Schiller seriously and said, "Instead of just suggesting, hindered by those medical system rules and the eyes of others."

Schiller shook his head and said nothing. He turned and walked out the door, while Charles watched his back.

Those rumors might be partially true, especially those about private life, but the part about professionalism still needs to be considered. Charles currently doesn't fully believe it. ===== CHAPTER 2341 =====