Chapter 4055

Emma couldn't help but laugh, then realized she was being impolite, but still couldn't help laughing again. Until she heard Charles's helpless voice echoing in the room:

"Schiller, I didn't lose my hair because I had a conflict with Erik; this has no scientific basis."

"Yes, it just has no scientific basis."

After Schiller finished speaking, he put his gaze on Emma's face again, and then said: "In the field of psychiatry, Propranolol is usually used to relieve somatic symptoms brought about by depression or anxiety; the common manifestation is arrhythmia or high blood pressure, indicating that this is a coping medication. That is to say, it can only alleviate somatic reactions but cannot treat mental symptoms, and may even produce drug dependence. So out of an attitude of responsibility to the patient, I cannot prescribe medicine for you."

"But the so-called psychogenic arrhythmia you mentioned is completely nonsense. I know very well whether my own psychology has problems. And, Professor Xavier has never said that my psychology has problems; even if you don't believe me, you have to believe him, right?"

"No problems before doesn't mean no problems now," Schiller said, "When did your arrhythmia symptoms start appearing?"

"Probably a few days before the war started," Emma pursed her lips and said, "I don't remember which day exactly, but anyway, it has been happening every other day recently, and even when I sleep, I am awakened by tachycardia."

"So you wanted to buy some medicine?"

"Yes, but it just happened to catch up with Earth flying away, and I couldn't leave my post to chase Earth. And the result of the examination at the field hospital told me there was no problem; my written medication application report was returned three times, and the last time it was transferred to you. In any case, I must get the medicine today."

"Okay, calm down, ma'am; it seems this matter is indeed a bit complicated. I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying: today I prescribed medicine for you; whenever your heart rate rises, you take it once, and it will make your heart rate become calm. But if you have other somatic symptoms besides high heart rate, and then come to me for treatment, your recent medication experience will seriously interfere with my judgment, making me unable to determine whether this is a side effect of the medication or if you indeed have some illness. Besides me, it is the same for other psychologists. Every time you take medicine in violation of regulations, it is an obstacle to you obtaining successful treatment; no doctor would suggest you do this."

"Come on, that's just medicine to lower heart rate, not drugs," Emma said, "The hospital couldn't find it; I just want to make myself feel better; is that not okay?"

"If you want to make yourself feel better, then you should accept further psychological assessment to determine if this is a somatic symptom brought about by mental problems. If so, psychiatric drugs might make you feel better."

Emma showed an impatient expression. She reached out and flipped through the psychological assessment reports on Schiller's table, and then said: "I haven't filled out this thing; didn't you see any problems?"

"I said no problems before doesn't mean no problems now. Moreover, I don't have complete trust in any psychological assessment process that didn't happen in front of me. If you indeed want to solve the problem, then fill it out again."

"Okay," Emma waved her hand and said, "Where is the form? Fill it out quickly and prescribe the medicine for me!"

Schiller took a form, and Emma started to fill it out. After a while, she slowly frowned, and the speed of filling it out slowed down a lot. After filling it out for a long time, she finally finished; Emma simply let out a long sigh of relief.

Schiller took it over and frowned, flipped a page, his brows frowned even tighter, flipped another page, and already started shaking his head and sighing, even asking the air: "Charles, what do you think?"

Emma was inexplicably nervous. She thought she filled it out without any problems; how come it seemed like she had a terminal illness?

As soon as she got nervous, she felt her heartbeat speed up again. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mood, but could still clearly feel her heart was uncomfortable.

After a while, Schiller put down the form and then said: "Do you have a history of anxiety, ma'am?"

"I... haven't been diagnosed," Emma said, "In that era, if you said you had anxiety, you would be treated as a madman; my father would immediately send me to a mental hospital; that's how he treated my brother."

"Okay, since you said so, there is a high probability of severe anxiety. Now I want to tell you an unfortunate news: your anxiety might have recurred, and arrhythmia is very likely a somatic symptom caused by mental problems."

"Absurd," Emma said, "I am not that little girl back then; what in this world can make me anxious now?"

"Really none? According to you, this symptom appeared a few days before the war started; this might be anxiety caused by environmental changes."

"You make it sound like I'm the kind of child who would cry to death a few days before moving, but in fact, I'm not. Even Professor Xavier cannot shake me in terms of psychic ability; no one can hurt me; what do I have to be anxious about?"

"Is your brother okay?"

"What?"

"You said you had a brother sent to a mental hospital; is he okay?"

"I don't know. If there is any mental hospital that can really cure homosexuality, maybe he has been discharged; if not, then he is still staying there."

Schiller sighed. He said: "Who sent him in? Your father? Just because he is gay?"

"Also because after he put us under house arrest, Christian decided to commit suicide. But he failed, which was seen as a very shameful behavior, so he was sent in."

"Okay, do you have any other relatives?"

"The fact that my brother is gay was told to my father by my sister Adrienne. At the same time, she also secretly took photos of me kissing my first boyfriend, and then made my father fire him."

"Besides this?"

"My mother is a madwoman with a history of abusing psychiatric drugs; upon learning that my father was having an affair with someone, she unhesitatingly decided to forgive him, because then she could ask him for money to buy drugs."

"Do you have any friends or something?"

"I used to have a teacher who was very good to me, but after I went to college, I found out he was dating my roommate and hitting her, and after I confessed to this teacher that I was a mutant, he broke up with me."

"How about emotionally? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"After my first love was fired by my dad, I fell in love with a gangster, but he fought with a group of kidnappers for me and was beaten to death by them. Later, I met someone who also had psychic abilities. However, he manipulated my friends, teachers, and classmates to attack me together. After entering the Hellfire Club, I had some contact with Cyclops Scott; he is a good person; I thought I could develop an emotional relationship with him, but later I found out his girlfriend is one of the few mutants in the world I can't beat."

Schiller couldn't help but open his mouth, and then said: "Ma'am, I can't help but ask, why are you so convinced that you absolutely have no psychological problems?"

"Because even after experiencing these, I didn't go crazy. I don't think there is anything in this world that can crush me." Emma shook her head and said.

Schiller sighed again; he hadn't opened his mouth yet, and Emma interrupted him and said: "I know you want to say that the damage these things caused me can never be healed, and maybe at some point, it will drive me crazy, but I don't think that when these damages erupt together, the damage caused to me is just arrhythmia, so it's definitely not this reason."

Schiller was somewhat speechless. He had to say: "Have you never seen a psychologist?"

"If I have to say, Professor Xavier counts as one, but he didn't provide me with psychological treatment. Going further back, it's probably those doctors my dad found who claimed they could cure mutants into ordinary people."

"Do you think your mother's history of abusing psychiatric drugs had any impact on you?"

"The biggest impact my mother had on me was that she fell in love with my father and gave birth to four children for him; besides that, nothing else."

Schiller looked down and wrote and drew for a while, and then said: "How about this, I will prescribe some anti-anxiety drugs for you first to see if it works; if not, then try taking drugs to counter somatic symptoms. This list has the specific way of taking it; you must follow the doctor's advice for the first time, okay?"

Emma took the list and looked at it, couldn't help but widen her eyes, and then said: "You said you couldn't prescribe medicine for adjusting arrhythmia for me, but you can prescribe four prescription drugs for me? What kind of cocktail therapy is this?"

"Only one of them is an anti-anxiety drug in the traditional sense; the rest are magical drugs used to regulate the energy balance in the body. Many patients recently have had hormonal disorders because of energy imbalance in the body; I suspect you have similar symptoms, so you can take it and see first."

Emma looked unhappy. Schiller continued: "Becoming a psychiatric patient is not a bad thing; being a normal person who takes medicine in time is not shameful. If you feel that psychological treatment will lower your prestige in the Hellfire Club, then I advise you to leave this anti-intellectual club as soon as possible; this is good for everyone."

Emma sighed lightly and said: "I'm not worried about this. Forget it, I'll go ask the Professor."

She took the list and left. After she left, Charles's voice sounded in Schiller's ear again: "Thanks, doctor; if it weren't for you and the Gray Mist helping, there would be no way to make Emma see a doctor; her situation really can't be delayed any longer."

"I swear this is the last time I do this kind of thing," Schiller made a cross on his chest, and then said, "A psychic as powerful as this, having arrhythmia because of psychological problems, is indeed a bit too absurd; next time, let's change to another symptom."

"But this is the safest," Charles said, "If you really let her produce some mental symptoms, leading to ability explosion, that's even more troublesome."

Just at this time, the door was knocked again. Jean poked her head in with some messy red hair: "Doctor, you don't have a patient now, right?"

"It's fine, please come in, ma'am. What did you go do?"

"Uh, I wanted to chase Earth, but didn't catch up," Jean smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and then said, "In fact, I just wanted to go back to get the physical examination report, but I have already done a comprehensive physical examination just now; they said my body is fine, so they suspect my arrhythmia might be caused by psychological factors. Did you see my physical examination report, doctor?"

Schiller picked up a report from the fax machine next to him, looked at it pretentiously, and then said: "It looks like there is indeed no problem; sit down, fill out this assessment form first, and see if it is indeed a somatic symptom caused by psychological factors."

Jean walked over and sat down, picked up a pen, and started filling it out. After a while, Schiller took the report, frowning and sighing, and said to Charles in the air: "What do you think? Professor?"