Chapter 4056: MU: The Super-Body Event (Part 147)

After Jean left, Polaris came in awkwardly. Seeing Xiller, she rolled her eyes first, then slapped the physical examination report on the table, sat down, and said, "They insist that I have mental problems, which caused my arrhythmia. What mental problems do I have? I'm fine!"

"Don't rush, fill out the form first." Xiller gave her another form.

By the time the sun set, a thick stack of reports had piled up on the other side of the table. Xiller looked at the medical record book in his hand and said to Gray Mist in his heart: "You've worked hard recently."

"It's fine, a piece of cake." Gray Mist's voice was still as lively as ever, and he said, "However, Professor X's move is really ruthless. If Nick were as mean as him, you wouldn't have to urge those Avengers superheroes to hand in psychological assessment reports every day."

"One monkey, one way to tie it," Xiller said, "This group of mutants is incredibly strong; even if they are made to have arrhythmia by you, they are still jumping around. If they were ordinary people, they would have been lying in hospital beds long ago."

"True. But this is also a good thing; those who were afraid of seeking medical treatment are finally willing to see a doctor and take their medicine. What do you plan to do next? Cure all the mutants in the multiverse?"

"That's not necessary," Xiller said, "As long as it's not the trouble caused by people in the central universe, the problem isn't big. Besides, arrhythmia is something you and I deliberately caused, but the assessment and diagnosis are all done by me seriously. If I were to bring all those people over for treatment, I would be exhausted."

Xiller sighed; in fact, just a few people like this had exhausted him. If it weren't for Charles begging him again and again, he wouldn't do this kind of mean thing.

There aren't many things in this world that make Xiller feel mean, and this plan is one of them. It was probably a few days before the war started, that is, when everyone's responsibilities were determined, that Charles suddenly found him.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Xiller was packing things in the nursing home, asking without looking back.

Charles, wearing a camel-colored turtleneck sweater with autumn casual suit, leaned against the door frame, looking like a proper British rich young master. He had one hand in his pocket, smiling and saying: "There is something I want to ask you for help with."

Xiller turned his head and saw that Charles's blue eyes looked even bluer in his brown and orange-toned outfit, like the sky behind a maple forest in September.

"You really have become young again," Xiller couldn't help but sigh, "Why? Planning to watch the Wimbledon final?"

"I'm afraid I won't make it this year," Charles smiled again and said, "But I plan to watch it with David next year to make up for the regrets of his childhood."

"Okay, what do you want from me?"

"I don't want any problems to occur with the mutants of the central universe in this war, so I hope you can do a psychological assessment for them, and if there are problems, discover and treat them in time."

"You know, Charles, I am very happy to do you this favor, but the primary problem is how to get them to walk into my clinic; I can't kidnap them, right?"

"Kidnapping is of course not okay; this is too impolite. Let's change to a more gentle and polite way—you use Gray Mist to create some somatic symptoms for them, and they will sooner or later come to you for medical treatment."

"What?" Xiller was a bit shocked and said, "You mean, you want me to make your group of students and colleagues sick, and then let them come to you for treatment? Charles Xavier, do you still remember that you are a doctor and a teacher?"

"Of course," Charles said lightly, "But I am also a mutant leader. This war is crucial, and I will not allow any mutants in our universe to become a breakthrough point."

Xiller hesitated for a while and said: "What do you want to do?"

"Depression and anxiety have many somatic manifestations; you think which one is safe, then use it. Anyway, they are not ordinary people, and they won't really get sick because of this. As long as there are some manifestations, they will sooner or later go to you for prescriptions."

"How about short-term arrhythmia?" Xiller asked, "This is very simple for Gray Mist, and very easy to control, completely within the range that the myocardium can withstand, and there will be no sequelae."

"You look at it and do it. Be sure to focus on those who love to go crazy normally. Oh, by the way, you haven't met Emma yet, right? Her psychological problems are relatively serious among mutants, but her psychic power is too strong, and I can't do anything about her, so I can only rely on you to break through from the side."

"Emma? Emma Frost? White Queen?" Xiller had some impression and said, "Isn't that group of people in the Hellfire Club always striving for congressional seats? What's wrong with her?"

"Her background and experience are quite miserable. Although she feels that everything is in the past and she has become stronger, in reality, her spirit is still not stable enough, and she has had a history of severe anxiety. I am worried that she will recur, so you'd better take a look at her."

"Okay, Charles. But let's say it first, I will make a diagnosis according to my professional level; if there is a problem, I will treat it, and if there is no problem, they will leave. I will absolutely not prescribe medicine blindly just because I want them to be quiet. Okay?"

"Of course, doctor, I believe in your medical ethics." Charles turned and left before specifically poking his head back and saying, "Better prescribe Emma more medicine; the drug resistance of psychics is relatively strong, you know."

"Did you prescribe Emma more medicine?" Charles asked in the office in the Andromeda Galaxy.

"Psychiatric drugs are prescribed according to standards, but I prescribed her some magic drugs to adjust the energy and endocrine balance in the body; many patients have reacted quite effectively."

"Oh, that kind of mushroom, right? I heard that many health products have been launched."

"Yes, you can buy some for anti-hair loss." Xiller said while organizing those psychological assessment reports, "How is Erik? I think he is the one who needs psychological treatment the most; those four little demons are about to drive him crazy."

"It's fine, we unanimously said to the outside world that he was injured, so we pulled in two other Magnetos from other universes to help him take care of the children."

"Other universes? You'd better be careful; they didn't eat the Golden Apple. If they really get tired, we will have non-combat attrition."

"It won't happen; there are many counterparts in the multiverse. When they are about to be unable to hold on, we will change a batch, and they will definitely not be tired to death."

"Are the Supermen okay?" Xiller asked, "Shi Difen has already taken the mages over to exchange Superman back. Batman won't kill them, so they will be able to come back alive with intelligence and tell us who the guy who came to the opposite side is."

"I was just about to tell you this," Charles said, "They are trapped in the Dream Kingdom by the Dream-Power Doctor Strange, but their mental strength is too high, and their thinking activity is very strong, so they must be continuously given illusions to hinder them, otherwise it is very easy to break through."

"Let the Dream-Power Doctor Strange strengthen the defense and don't let them run out. I heard that the Prime Universe Superman is also inside?"

"Yes, he is the most indomitable one, causing us a lot of trouble. I was thinking about sending him back to the Battleworld."

"Don't, you think he is Batman's weakness, but in fact, he is Batman's limiter. If the Prime Universe Batman really received his news from the Battleworld, he would really turn on the overload mode."

"Okay, I won't move them for the time being, but I guess I won't be able to trap them for too long. I hope Batman comes early... wait, it seems there is news; I received Martian Manhunter's brain-wave communication."

"Go and negotiate terms with them; I still have to work." Xiller hung up the communication, started to review today's treatment, called to repeat the doctor's orders one by one, and then backed up the prescriptions, busy until late at night.

Finally finished, Xiller originally planned to go to sleep, but heard a knock on the door again. When he opened it, it was Tony Stark.

"What's wrong? Tony?"

"Uh, nothing, the laboratory side isn't busy, I came over to see you." Stark looked left and right and said.

"See me for what?" Xiller hadn't even finished speaking when Stark squeezed into the office through the door crack, saw the thick stack of psychological assessment reports on the table, and frowned deeply.

"Don't be like this, Xiller; if you are really sad, we can go to the bar for a drink."

"What?" Xiller looked at him suspiciously.

"I know, you felt sad after hearing the news of Shi Difen's sacrifice, so you used work to numb yourself. But this is not very good."

"Wait, Shi Difen sacrificed?"

"Uh, you don't know?"

"I know now." Xiller almost couldn't help laughing. He wanted to explain, but asked: "How do you know he sacrificed?"

"The energy signals of the mages disappeared, and the command center just announced it; it is likely that they were eliminated by the big shot on the opposite side." Stark pursed his lips and said, "Although their performance was poor, this is also a sacrifice worth lamenting."

"If he really sacrificed, why didn't he send us a Battleworld message?"

"You know, Shi Difen is a person who wants face; originally, Doctor Strange's performance was already bad, and he felt very ashamed. This time he was taken down in one fell swoop; how could he still send us a message?"

Xiller looked at him helplessly, the expression as if saying "Are you talking about yourself?"

Then Stark walked over, put his arm around Xiller's shoulder and said: "Alright, stop being sad here alone. Steve is already waiting for us, and Natasha is there too; she has been busy crazy recently, and it is not easy to have time to relax. Don't spoil the fun of our dear lady, let's go."

"Wait," Xiller said, "I'll go change my clothes; if I go in a white coat, you will have to fill out assessment reports in front of the bar."

Ten minutes later, they came to the base's bar. There were many people here, young superheroes dancing in the dance floor, and some sitting around the bar drinking and chatting.

The most lively dancer was the Party Thor from the "What If" universe, swinging his hammer while shouting, occasionally picking up a wine bottle and spraying it around. Stark and Xiller bypassed the dance floor and came to the booth on the side. Sure enough, members of the Avengers like Steve, Bucky, and Natasha were already waiting there, and Nick and Coulson were also there.

"... I originally wanted to find the President, but he hasn't answered the phone recently." Natasha was saying there.

"Why, do you two want to have a go on the battlefield?" Nick rolled his eyes and said, "It's wartime now; going on a date with people on the opposite side belongs to treason! You'd better be careful... oh, doctor, you're here. We were just talking about you, Shi Difen left us first, but don't be too sad."

Xiller rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain; anyway, the mages would be exchanged back soon, and facts speak louder than words.

"What do you think that President Batman went to do?" Bucky brought up this topic clearly with bad intentions; he glanced at Natasha and then said, "It's been so long without any movement; maybe he's causing destruction somewhere."

"I think so too," Coulson echoed, "That guy's Batmobile is very powerful, and his breakthrough ability is also very strong; now he knows magic, you guys better not be caught alone by him..."

"The Prime Universe Batman must have given him a very important task; I think it might be..."

Before Stark could finish, Nick's communicator rang. They also knew it was a special period, so they all closed their mouths and waited for Nick to answer the phone.

After Nick answered the phone, he stood up with a "swoosh," and the roar echoed in the bar: "WHAT?! THE BRAIN-WAVE AMPLIFIER WAS DESTROYED?!!!"

?? Charles "Mean but truly beautiful" Xavier ===== CHAPTER 4057 =====