Chapter 4: Stark's Sky-High Psychological Consultation

The Stark that Shiler saw was indeed on the verge of madness. His psychological state was a mess. With telepathy, Shiler could feel a headache just from his chaotic and tangled thoughts through the wall.

Shiler took a deep breath and walked in. Stark raised his eyes, rolled them, and gave Shiler a big eye-roll.

Although he looked a bit haggard, he wasn't in a sorry state. And the consequence of being obsessed with face was that Shiler could feel he was already on the verge of collapse, just unwilling to show it in front of Pepper.

Shiler coughed, Pepper glanced at Stark worriedly, then turned and left. Shiler sat opposite Stark. Shiler said: "Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question?"

"What are you going to ask? Pretend to be a god or ghost and talk to me about philosophy? Or chat about those useless psychological theories?"

"Cough, neither. I want to ask what my hourly rate is."

Stark was obviously stunned by this question. He said with extreme surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said I want to know the price of my psychological consultation because I was drunk when Ms. Pepper talked to me about the price, and I forgot everything when I woke up," Shiler said.

Stark's mother tongue was speechless at this time. He waved his hand and said: "You shouldn't choose an abstract topic that you psychiatrists commonly use... for example, the meaning of life, the object of sorrow, and such topics..."

"Yes, that's the next step, after the consultation officially begins. But I have to confirm whether you can afford my psychological consultation fee first."

Stark widened his eyes and said in shock: "What did you say?! Do you know who I am! God, are you some kind of primitive man? Don't you know me? Don't you know this is Stark Tower?"

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

"... How much do you want?"

"One million dollars an hour, no bargaining."

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

"I vaguely heard someone say he was very rich."

Stark was really rendered speechless by Shiler. He said: "Are you sent by Pepper to mess with me? Good! Go tell her! She succeeded! I have already explained that the party I held last time was just to say goodbye to those ex-girlfriends, absolutely not wanting to do anything else. Why does she just not believe it!"

Shiler said: "A dozen beauties on a yacht won't make you feel better, sir, especially when you feel like you're dying."

Stark's exaggerated body movements stopped. He stiffened for a moment, turned to look at Shiler, his eyes suspicious.

Shiler sat there calmly and said: "You are very afraid of death now, but perhaps what you fear most is not death, but not having the opportunity to undo your mistakes..."

"Bullshit. Who are you? Who the hell are you?" Stark's emotions began to get agitated. He said: "Did Pepper tell you something... No, she doesn't know either. You..."

Stark stared straight at Shiler. He said: "Don't play these tricks with me. I don't believe there is any damn mind-reading in this world."

"There is no mind-reading in the world, only psychology," Shiler said.

He stood up and said to Stark: "You can continue to prevaricate. Anyway, my consultation fee is one million dollars an hour. If we waste time for a while longer, I can buy a new car."

Stark had a headache from Shiler's erratic talk. He said: "How did you see it? By that ridiculous psychology?"

"That's not important. What's important is that the only advice I can give you is to solve the problem of death first. Of course, you might think what I said is simple."

"But the method is..."

Shiler stopped. Stark stared at him with wide eyes. Shiler said: "Prepay 50% deposit, and then we will start the next treatment."

Stark was simply smoking from his head and spraying gas from his nose. He was even laughed at by Shiler. He picked up the phone and called Pepper, saying: "My sweetheart, where did you invite a vampire doctor from?... Yes, he charged me a consultation fee of one million dollars an hour..."

Shiler grabbed the phone directly and said: "Ms. Pepper, Mr. Stark's calculation unit for one million dollars is a yacht full of beauties..."

Then he hung up the phone, shook his phone, and said: "It will arrive 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 avoiding?"

"What? What have I been avoiding?"

"You'd better ask yourself. The answer is hidden in here. I don't mean Ms. Pepper's life-threatening calls, or the ambiguous text messages from ex-girlfriends. I'm serious..."

Shiler leaned on the table, hugged his arms, pushed up his glasses, and said: "I have never seen such a strange case. It's unique, very rare..."

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

"You are not as absurd as you appear. I know someone who is very similar to you. He disguises himself as a playboy, like a fool who lives day by day and never thinks about tomorrow."

"But he is very smart, too smart, so he has been waiting for someone to give him an answer. This answer comes from... his past."

Stark looked at Shiler, and Shiler also looked at him. Stark said in a low voice: "I'll give you two million dollars. Leave here. I'll tell Pepper your treatment is very effective. I..."

"If I'm not mistaken, Ms. Pepper is listening right now," Shiler said.

Stark was silent. Shiler said: "Two million dollars, I'll tell you a method that is indeed useful."

"Deal."

"Everything you want to know is hidden in the past you avoid most. I saw it on the news, the founder of Stark Industries, your father..."

"Enough," Stark said.

He turned away. Shiler couldn't see his expression. Stark's voice was trembling. He said: "Pepper will transfer the consultation fee to you. Leave here."

"... He would be willing to give you a second life. God bless you."

"LEAVE HERE!!!"

After Shiler left, Stark smashed the wine glass on the table. In the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, Nick Fury pressed his headset and said: "Investigate a psychiatrist named Shiler immediately. I want to get all his information right away."

After Shiler left, the account quickly received a large sum of money. He thought happily, although Stark is difficult to deal with now, but you get what you pay for, and he is still willing to help this rich guy solve his problems.

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

It turned out that this function wasn't a system failure before, but because Peter hadn't been bitten yet. Now that his spider ability had appeared, Shiler could naturally copy it.

Shiler clicked copy. He obtained "Spider-Sense (low-level)." Compared to the impact of obtaining telepathy, this time it seemed plain. Shiler felt his five senses had improved a little, meaning he could see further and hear more clearly. As for intuition, Shiler hadn't felt it yet.

He was a bit regretful. If he could have little Spidey's physical fitness, that would be great. But anyway, it was a weakened version, probably just slightly improving athletic ability, far from being able to fly to the sky or burrow into the ground.

Spider-Man didn't have such great power at the beginning either. His spider ability developed gradually. Currently, it seemed it just exceeded ordinary people, not too exaggerated.

But since Spider-Man's plot had started, Peter's uncle might also be in trouble. Shiler thought for a while and sent a message to Peter: "How are you? Do you want to come to the hospital for a check-up? I'm a doctor, I can introduce you to a reliable trauma doctor."

Peter's reply came quickly: "Wow! You are actually a doctor, that's cool. Which hospital do you work at? What kind of doctor are you? Are you an orthopedist? But I don't think I need a surgeon. I'm very happy now. I think Gwen will agree to my pursuit soon..."

Shiler said: "I advise you to come for a check-up. Being bitten by an animal is no joke. It just so happens we can meet..."

Peter was obviously hesitant. After all, meeting netizens wasn't a good idea at this time. He had just obtained spider abilities and was so excited he didn't want to do anything else. Shiler said: "I think you can bring Gwen with you. I'm at Presbyterian Hospital. I can let you have a free comprehensive physical examination, and then you can go to a cafe nearby..."

Peter was a bit tempted. Firstly, his family situation wasn't good, and he had no chance to do any physical examination. Moreover, there wasn't a New Yorker who hadn't heard of Presbyterian Hospital. He said: "Thank you, but I want to bring my uncle and aunt with me. They are old. Of course, this might be a bit too much. If it's not okay, just pretend I didn't say it."

Shiler thought for a while, this might be better. He said: "Okay, I'll help you make an appointment for this weekend. You can also try calling Gwen and her family. The quota I can get is very sufficient."

Peter happily went to call Gwen. He had always been helped by Gwen because his family conditions weren't good, and Gwen always brought him snacks and yogurt. Peter always felt he couldn't help Gwen with anything, so he had always felt guilty.

But this was a good opportunity for compensation. Presbyterian Hospital wasn't that easy to get into. Even if Gwen's father was the New York Police Commissioner, if you wanted to book a comprehensive physical examination, you would have to wait in line for a long time, or you wouldn't be able to book it at all.

Peter felt he had been very smooth recently. First, he had superpowers, and the friend he met online was a doctor at a big hospital, and it seemed he was an attending physician. Now his uncle and aunt wouldn't think his online chatting was a waste of time. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====