Chapter 2342: Mind Assault (Part VI)

Returning to the office, Schiller began to check the files of Charles that had just been sent over. Of course, they were transferred from his original universe.

Many people think that the United States has no identity system, and the driver's license is the ID card, but in fact, that only exists among ordinary people at the bottom. People who have received elite education attach great importance to their educational files, such as academic qualifications, academic achievements, excellent performance, and recommendation letters, which will be placed in educational files. It can be said that this is a pass for the upper class.

Before applying for a teaching teacher as a supervisor, you must send your educational files first. After selection, you can become a student of this teacher. The 12 interns Schiller had before were also carefully selected by him, and they were very promising to become the pillars of the future psychological community.

But Charles was boarding first and making up the ticket later. Schiller knew he had mind ability, so educational files didn't matter, but he still had to ask for them. After all, there were 11 senior brothers and sisters in front of him, and he was the youngest. If his resume wasn't enough, it would be easy for other interns to have ideas.

Opening the thick file data, Schiller was still taken aback. Good guy, graduating from Harvard at 16 was already his most unremarkable resume. Charles published his first journal at 11, and it was in the core area, mainly studying the relationship between psychology and brain science.

As everyone knows, for humans at present, brain science is still mainly a pie-drawing discipline. Most of the evidence comes from certain experiments, and there is almost no universal theory that can connect all spiritual disciplines.

And the schools are also very complicated. Various theories have their own opinions. Publishing a journal seems to be debating. Except for uniting when fighting against the soul theory of religious studies and theology, they are fighting their own people at other times.

But Charles is simply a discipline leader in the 21st century in terms of unifying psychology, psychiatry, neurology, and brain science and formulating a set of unified systems and theories for them. Although the monographs he published don't explore deeply, there is already such a trend.

Schiller looked at it and changed from looking at files to hanging on the Internet of that universe through the Doujie system to look at Charles's papers, frowning for a while, smiling for a while, complex expression for a while, thoughtful for a while.

"Doctor... Doctor, Doctor, are you listening?"

"Uh, what did you say?"

Charles said helplessly, "Just now a senior brother called and said that the manuscript fee for the article he published last time has arrived. He hasn't picked it up in the mailbox downstairs yet, and wants to give it to you as the funding for our next dinner activity."

"I don't care about his little money." Schiller said while staring at the screen intently, "You go to the mailbox downstairs to pick it up, hold it for him first, and give it to him when he comes back from his business trip."

Charles nodded. Seeing that Schiller didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't stay in the office, but turned to busy with other things.

In fact, he wanted to go downstairs to see that lady again. After all, he could feel that her situation was indeed not good.

Presbyterian Hospital is very large, and because of the vigorous movement of psychiatry to be independent from other departments, the entire psychiatry department was given a separate building, which is some distance from the inpatient department of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department. It is also very late now.

Charles decided to take a look at the previous ward on the way to eat, and after confirming that it was okay, he would eat in the cafeteria next to it, and then go to the mailbox in front to pick up the money.

Arriving at the corridor of the inpatient department, Charles heard the husband named Oakes was on the phone, seemingly helping his client solve some circuit problems.

Charles walked past on the other side, looked through the observation window, and found that the lady was standing by the window, staring blankly out the window.

Of course, the inpatient department is on the second floor, and the windows are locked tightly, so there is no possibility of jumping off the building. The newly opened medicine has arrived and is on the table. When the moonlight shines in, it drags out long shadows, and the shape of the medicine bottle is stronger than the figure of this lady.

Charles heard the deep sorrow in her heart echoing constantly, echoing again and again, resisting but completely unable to disappear, just like a completely out-of-control music disc.

Charles knew this was a compulsive manifestation of anxiety. The specific manifestation is that the brain uncontrollably plays a picture repeatedly, other thoughts flash by, and immediately it is this picture again. No matter how you forget it, you can't forget it, which will lead to severe insomnia.

In Charles's view, the human brain is not that mysterious. This is a machine that can be completely parsed. He saw that some parts of this lady's brain were broken, and those uncontrollably twitching nerves were constantly torturing her.

And the nerves controlling these are not some physiological lesions, but those painful memories are too painful, making Charles feel the same, unable to bear.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, but at this moment, the induction light turned on. Listening to the footsteps, Oakes was back, and Charles simply fled in a panic.

Charles kept thinking on the way to the cafeteria, he began to recall those fragments playing in Lisa's mind, her imagined beautiful life and painful memories intertwined, which was the saddest thing.

Soon Charles came to the cafeteria. Many people think that there is no cafeteria abroad, but in fact, it is the opposite. Many cafeterias abroad are more like cafeterias than domestic ones, more in line with the temperament of dealing with it casually. In short, it's not good to eat.

There are not many windows to choose from, and in fact, it is useless to have many. It is not like what many people imagine that hospitals abroad are not busy. That is basically a relatively small or regional hospital. Big hospitals are busy not because there are many patients, but because most medical centers are medical and educational integration.

Take Presbyterian Hospital as an example. In fact, few people will say Presbyterian Hospital. They often say their affiliated hospitals, Columbia University Medical Center and Weill Cornell Medical Center are both medical schools of two universities and two hospitals. They both belong to Presbyterian Hospital and provide general medical services.

It's just that doctors here not only perform surgery to treat patients, but more often they are doing research and bringing students. Students here not only have to intern, but also have to attend classes. Large seminars are held twice a week, master lectures once a week, group meetings are held basically every day, and the rest of the time is reciting books, hands-on, reciting books, hands-on.

This can very accurately screen out those who are not very good at reciting books and those who are not very good at hands-on. The former is suitable for working in hospitals, and the latter is suitable for staying in medical centers to do research, and this diversion process is often completed within these medical centers.

They can freely choose their teaching teachers. Once they find that their direction is not suitable, they can change. After finding a suitable teaching teacher, there is a great chance to join the department where the teaching teacher is located in the future and become a chief surgeon or researcher.

Because the passing rate of Columbia University Medical School is too low, even at 9 pm, Charles can still see many students in the cafeteria looking at materials on their tablets while stuffing food into their mouths.

Charles doesn't even need to read minds to know that their brains are full of theoretical knowledge. Opening mind reading is equivalent to swimming in the sea of learning.

Charles asked for a sandwich casually, thinking about the lady today while eating. At this time, a young man walked over, sat opposite him, and said, "Hello, is anyone here?"

Charles shook his head, looked up at him. It was an extremely ordinary black-haired young man, slightly thin, but with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Then Charles looked around and found that there were indeed not many seats, and it was understandable for the other party to share a table.

He saw that there was a burger and a plate of boiled green vegetables on the other party's tray. The cheese in the burger was about to overflow, but the boiled green vegetables looked a bit bland. He also ordered two drinks, one was cola and one was orange juice, and it was the kind of freshly squeezed sugar-free orange juice at a glance.

It's really strange, Charles thought. This person is really contradictory. It's hard to imagine that a person who eats a triple cheese burger will order an extra portion of boiled green vegetables to supplement dietary vitamins, and he doesn't think that a person who drinks cola will like that kind of orange juice that is bitter to death with the peel.

After the person next to him sat down, he didn't speak. He bit the burger and ate the vegetables, drooping his eyebrows, looking a bit unspirited.

"Are you okay?" Charles could clearly feel that the brain waves of this young man were much weaker than ordinary people.

Without accidents, Charles wouldn't use mind ability at the first meeting. He wasn't a peeping tom, and most people's brains were really mediocre, nothing to see. If it wasn't necessary to understand, he wouldn't waste his ability.

"I'm fine, I just transferred here." The young man sighed and said, "My name is David, what's your name?"

"Just call me Charlie. You look a bit sleepy. Did you review until very late last night?"

"Don't mention it." David immediately opened the chatterbox, "I don't know why people here can study so late. I never studied until 3:00 am when I was in Paris, but those people in the library just won't leave. I was almost exhausted by them."

Charles immediately laughed and said, "The outside world has too many misunderstandings about American university life. They always feel that we play basketball, hold parties, and in four years, we are either picking up girls or picking up bars, and then these mixed boys will suddenly turn into elite talents one day."

"Isn't it like this?"

"Of course not. Mixed boys have always existed, but most of them can't graduate and go back to find a simple job to support their families. Elite talents are all learned. The structure of the human brain determines that any learning is boring and hard, and no one can be an exception."

"But you have to be careful." Charles looked at David's pale face and said, "One was carried away two days ago in our hospital, died of overwork, but it's a pity for his teaching teacher. This guy only had 20 hours of internship left to graduate, and I don't know what he was in such a hurry for."

David immediately shivered, and a difficult expression appeared on his face, saying, "To tell you the truth, it's not that I want to come. I originally wanted to read a graduate student casually and mix a diploma, but my... one of my relatives insisted that I have talent in this area and must send me in. I was really exhausted."

Charles paused. He keenly felt that something was wrong. It wasn't that there were no relationship households in Presbyterian Hospital, but this guy who looked like a relationship household was actually learning, and although he was shouting tired, he seemed to have kept up.

If he really couldn't learn anything and wanted to mix days, he wouldn't be so tired.

The learning threshold of medicine in English-speaking countries is very high. People who haven't entered the door at all don't know a professional word, and don't even know how to read, let alone recite. Looking at everything is like a heavenly book, and there is nowhere to work hard, so naturally, they can't be tired.

Just at the moment of subconsciously opening the mind-reading ability, Charles was dumbfounded. In an instant, the storm of thinking was like substance, blowing away the paper in the hands of the students next to him. ===== CHAPTER 2343 =====

Just at the moment he subconsciously opened his mind-reading ability, Charles was stunned. In an instant, the mental storm was like substance, blowing away the paper in the hand of the student next to him.