Chapter 712: U: The Infinity Event (Part 28)

"... I looked at your physical examination report, the physiological data are all fine. You said you have had some migraines recently. This may be caused by mental tension. Have you encountered any annoying things recently?"

Schiller held a physical examination report in his hand, pushed his glasses, and looked at Steve opposite. When Steve sat in the chair of the psychological clinic, he appeared a bit restrained. He put his elbows on the table and said: "Yes, I have been a bit nervous recently, that is..."

Seeing Steve's hesitant appearance, Schiller smiled and said: "I guess, you should have met a beautiful female agent at S. H. I. E. L. D., and then you two..."

"No, there's no such thing." Steve denied it immediately and said: "We only met in a coffee shop once, and we haven't known each other for even a week, it's completely out of the question... out of the question..."

"Do you know? From the moment you walked in, I guessed it. Our famous Captain America should be in love." Schiller put down the physical examination report in his hand. Steve rubbed his hands and said: "Is it that obvious?"

"You shaved your beard extra clean today, and you didn't wear that slightly old-fashioned motorcycle jacket. Instead, you wore a trench coat that was still fashionable. Your hair should have been taken care of too..." Schiller pointed out Steve's differences one by one. Steve groped the side of his cheek, appearing a bit embarrassed.

"Welcoming a new life always makes people feel a bit nervous and anxious, plus your anxiety disorder hasn't fully recovered before, so it's normal to have physiological manifestations. If it hurts badly, you can take some painkillers."

"No, it's just occasionally a bit sore and swollen, and it's fine in a few minutes. By the way, how is my anxiety disorder?" Steve asked with some worry and said: "If I still have mental illness, it's better not to deal with her..."

"You know, your thinking is still stuck decades ago. Not all mental illnesses make people aggressive. Anxiety disorder is not a very rare disease, and now you are almost better. The last re-examination next week, if there is no problem, you can announce your recovery." Schiller smiled and said.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from his seat, and then said to Schiller: "Thank you, doctor, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do... By the way, I'm going to move out of the S. H. I. E. L. D. dormitory. When I finish moving, I'll invite you over..."

"Don't worry, I'm waiting for your invitation." Schiller sent Steve out of the door.

Leaving Arkham Asylum, Steve stretched hard, feeling much more relaxed.

Even for a super soldier, moving is still a bit tiring. But fortunately, the work has reached the final stage. If he cleans up a bit today, it will be almost done.

Thinking of this, Steve quickened his pace. He planned to finish the moving work today, and maybe he could ask that female agent out for a meal tomorrow.

Soon, he returned to the S. H. I. E. L. D. dormitory. After the last big box was packed, he held the box and walked out, meeting Schiller head-on. Steve tried hard to free a hand and waved at him. Schiller nodded at him, and the two brushed past each other.

Walking to the end of the corridor and getting on the elevator, Steve was just about to press the number for the first floor when another figure walked in.

"Oh, Dr. Schiller, are you going down too? Is there something you forgot to bring?" Steve asked.

"No, I'm going back to the asylum, there is another patient waiting for me there. Which floor are you going to?"

"First floor, thank you."

Schiller helped Steve press the button for the floor, but soon, Steve found something wrong and asked: "Back to the asylum? But didn't you just come from the asylum?"

But just at this time, the elevator reached the first floor, the elevator door opened, Schiller walked out first, Steve shook his head with some doubt, held the box, and found Coulson in the parking lot.

"Hey, Captain, good noon, come on, put it in the trunk, I'll send you there." Coulson greeted Steve, took the box from his hand, and put it in the trunk.

After the two got in the car, Steve asked with some doubt: "Did you see Dr. Schiller just now? Why does he have to run back and forth between S. H. I. E. L. D. and the asylum?"

"Ah, this matter..." Coulson dragged a long tone and said: "I have been going out for missions more often recently, you have to ask Natasha."

Until he got off the car, Steve didn't know why Coulson's attitude was a bit strange.

But soon, the joy of moving into a new home diluted this doubt. Steve held the box, walked up the elevator with quick steps, and came to the apartment he had just rented.

The location here is quite good, and the lighting is also good. At noon, the sunlight shines in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and when it falls on the sofa, it becomes mottled light and shadow. Steve put down the box and then sat on the sofa relaxedly, making a satisfied sigh.

beqege.

But just at this time, his phone suddenly rang. After he answered it, it was Schiller's voice on the opposite side.

"Yes, doctor... what? Go over for a re-examination? But, isn't the re-examination next week? Is there any change in the situation?... Okay, I know, I'll go over right away."

Steve "swished" and bounced off the sofa, obviously feeling that he was a bit nervous. He took a few deep breaths, relaxed his mood, bypassed the somewhat messy items in the house, and took the elevator downstairs.

Coulson had already left, Steve could only take a taxi over. Arriving at Arkham Asylum, Steve went to the 3rd floor familiarly, but when he arrived at the psychological clinic where he usually saw a doctor, he found that the door of this room could not be opened.

Steve sighed in front of the door, and looked up at the doorplate again, looking left and right with some doubt. But at this time, a nurse walked over and asked him: "Hello, Mr. Rogers, what are you doing here?"

"Dr. Schiller just called me and asked me to come over for a re-examination, but I can't get in at all. Where did he go?"

"Oh, he is in a clinic on the 2nd floor, go find him there." The nurse smiled and said to him.

Steve stood in place, looking blank. He didn't understand why Schiller had to change a clinic in just one hour?

Maybe the original clinic needed to be organized and disinfected, Steve thought this way, and came to the 2nd floor, and then he found that it wasn't just the clinic that changed, Schiller even changed his clothes.

The Schiller he saw in the morning wore a common white coat, while this time the Schiller who appeared in the room wore a dark suit.

"Good noon, doctor, are you going to participate in any activities tonight?" Steve walked to the chair opposite the office desk and sat down, asking like a joke.

Who knew, Schiller didn't answer, but took the physical examination report, sat in front of the office desk, pushed his glasses and said: "Tension-type migraine, have you been dealing with Stark again recently? Did he talk to you about Bucky?"

Steve was stunned in his seat. The Schiller in front of him still said expressionlessly: "How long do you guys intend to tangle with this problem? If everyone in the world has to develop such a triangular relationship, then those so-called psychological doctors who make a living by cheating will all make a fortune."

After speaking, he threw the physical examination report on the table, looked into Steve's eyes and said: "I would suggest you be hospitalized for a period of time, but the purpose is not to treat you, but to let you not go to those meaningless social activities, including finding Tony Stark, and then having some ethical disputes that have no meaning at all."

"I..." Steve was choked, he had indeed had a fight with Stark recently, and was very angry about it, but he didn't realize at all that his migraine would have anything to do with this.

"I think, it's better not to, that... doctor, I still have things to do, my house hasn't been moved yet, I'll go first." Steve smiled nervously and stood up, then turned and left the room.

After leaving the room, he let out a long breath. I don't know why, the Schiller just now made him feel a lot of pressure. Was it because he didn't rest well during the lunch break? How did Dr. Schiller's air pressure become so low?

After leaving the hospital, Steve took a taxi again and returned to his apartment. He just sat on the sofa, his butt hadn't been hot yet, and his phone rang again.

"Hello? Oh, Dr. Schiller, re-examination???? But I have already re-examined twice just now?? Is that so?... Okay, then I'll go again."

Putting down the phone, Steve stood in place and scratched his head, looking at the sky outside the window.

At this time, it was already dusk, and the warm light shone into the new apartment, appearing very warm, but Steve had been here for less than ten minutes all day, and the rest of the time was in the car.

He sighed, but still chose to go out, took another taxi, and came to Arkham Asylum, but who knew he ran into Stark at the door.

The two were still in a cold war, and neither of them paid attention to the other. Stark snorted coldly, walked quickly to the elevator, and then stretched out a finger and pressed the close button hard.

Steve, who was locked out of the elevator, shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and curled his lips at Stark in the elevator, as if saying he was really childish.

After Stark went up, Steve walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor, only to find that the office on the 2nd floor was also closed.

He found a nurse to ask, and Schiller had actually returned to the room on the 3rd floor. He had no choice but to walk up another floor, and sure enough, he found Schiller in the clinic on the 3rd floor.

Schiller changed his clothes again. This time he wore relatively daily sportswear, looking like he was about to get off work, and, I don't know if it was Steve's illusion, he found that Schiller seemed to be a bit younger.

Before Steve could speak, Schiller, who was holding the physical examination report, said: "Mr. Rogers, other characteristics of the physical examination report are fine, but what's going on with this brainwave item? Why didn't you do this check?"

"Uh... that machine seems to be unable to scan my brainwaves, I don't know why, so the physical examination doctor wrote blank there..."

"It doesn't matter, you can try the machine here. Oh, it's a bit late now, the nurse in charge of the check has already gone off work, come back tomorrow morning." Schiller said.

"Besides that, there is no problem. Tension-type migraine, you can take painkillers common on the market, but because your physique is different from ordinary people, the dosage may need to be recalculated."

"Let me see..." Schiller looked at the data on that physical examination report while writing with a pen, and he said: "You take this prescription, go downstairs to get the medicine, and take it according to the dosage I wrote. If the pain is more severe, then come find me again. If you feel any adverse reactions such as dizziness and nausea, you can appropriately reduce the dosage..."

Steve opened his mouth. He found that the tone of this Schiller had become gentler. Could it be that he took a nap in the afternoon and his temper became better?

And Steve knew that Schiller generally would not suggest patients use medicine. He preferred to use pure psychological therapy, unless the physiological symptoms had reached a very serious level, just like when Steve's anxiety disorder was at its most serious before, Schiller only prescribed him a course of medicine.

Could it be that the treatment style of powerful psychological doctors is so unpredictable? Steve scratched his head again, took the prescription, and left the clinic.

At the place to get medicine on the 1st floor, Steve found that Stark was also standing here. He walked up and hit Stark, asking: "What's wrong with you? Do you also need to get medicine?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Stark said, took the medicine box and left.

The next morning, Steve came over for a check, and ran into Stark again. The two quarreled a few times and then separated.

At noon, Steve had just finished eating and received a call to go see the check results. When he was walking into the hospital, he ran into Stark coming out.

And when he came out, he ran into Stark coming in again.

In one day, Steve ran back and forth to Arkham Asylum six or seven times, and according to his observation, Stark ran at least six or seven times too.

What on earth is going on? Are they both terminally ill??? ===== CHAPTER 713 =====