Chapter 1947 U Transcendence Event (38)

Chapter 1921 U Beyond Event (38)

Schiller put his hands on the table between the two of them and looked at the female doctor with a very serious face.

After a moment of hesitation, Dr. Ivello showed that familiar helpless expression again, and also put his hands on the table, looking into Schiller's eyes and answered.

"Bandura mentioned in the social learning theory..."

As soon as she said this, Schiller sighed deeply.

Bruce shuddered involuntarily outside the screen.

Lord Superman, who had been paying attention to Bruce's condition, immediately noticed his abnormality. He looked at the young man with some confusion and asked, "Why are you shaking?"

"Nothing, conditioned reflex, which means that this female doctor must have answered incorrectly."

"But she hasn't even started to answer!"

"That means she opened her mouth and was wrong."

Dr. Ivello also stopped with some confusion.

After sighing, Schiller tapped the table with the tip of one finger and said, "Social interaction determinism in social learning theory is a relatively independent theory. There is no need to verify it with any social learning mechanism. What do you want to answer?"

Dr. Ivlo's face turned ugly.

"And the chain determinants are interpersonal factors and "non-social" environmental factors. You don't really want to explain social environmental factors?"

Dr. Ivlo's face became even uglier.

"And the most important thing." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "Do you know what a systematic review means? It means that if this is really a proposition worth discussing, you can't finish it here for three days and three nights, and you have to publish at least three papers. Do you think this is a short-answer question in a college exam?"

Dr. Ivlo's face has completely sunk.

Schiller sighed again and said, "If you really think that I am a mental patient, not a true master of psychology, then you don't have to answer my question at all."

"You will answer my academic question so seriously because you know that the accurate answer can convince me, which means that you know that I have relevant knowledge. So answer me, why do you think a mental patient has such knowledge?"

Schiller lowered his eyes and said softly, "Maybe I just saw this question in a newspaper in the entertainment corner and read it out casually, and I don't know the answer to this question at all."

"But you will answer, assuming that I know the answer, And think that if you give the right answer, I will really believe that you are an excellent psychiatrist, Miss Avello, why do you have to trust me? "

Just as Dr. Avello was about to speak, Schiller's face became darker than hers. He said: "Didn't all your teachers teach you that the first principle of internship in a psychiatric hospital is never to listen to what the mentally ill say?"

After Dr. Avello's face froze for a while, she said in a low voice that was completely unlike hers: "Okay, Professor Schiller, I think we can..."

Suddenly, Schiller's body twitched, he propped one hand on the table, leaned forward suddenly, and took a deep breath as if he was lying on the table.

In the Mind Tower, the Superego stared at the rapidly increasing mental excitement readings and shouted, "Calm down! Otherwise, we'll have to..."

"Boom!"

The entire tower ground shook violently, and countless Schillers in the corridors and rooms were knocked down. Greed rushed out of the room, lying on the patio railing and shouting down, "What's going on? Why is there an earthquake again?! Batman broke in???"

"Sick! I was too morbidly excited before!" The Superego shouted outside the door and said, "They are hitting the ceiling, which is our foundation!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Gray fog! Lower your heart rate!"

"It can't be lowered! I can't get out!"

"...Arrogant! Arrogant! Go find medicine!"

With a "bang", Schiller's shaking hands directly smashed the table, and he suddenly crashed to one side until he hit the wall on the side of the clinic.

Dr. Ivello was stunned. She trembled with her hands and shouted, "Are you okay? You..."

"What do you mean by me? Didn't your teacher teach you?! Take diazepam!!!" Schiller shouted.

With another "bang", Schiller's shoulder hit the wall, creating a hole. Then, the chandelier shook suddenly and slammed in front of Dr. Ivello's feet.

Dr. Ivello staggered to the door and said to the outside, "Nurse, prepare diazepam, hurry up!!!"

"Call the nurse! Bring a straitjacket and a fixed bed! The teacher who signed your internship certificate should run for president of the United States!"

A few seconds later, the treatment staff finally arrived, but the bed they brought was one size larger than the door and could not be pushed into the treatment room at all.

When they pushed it in, they didn't notice that the four strong men pushed it in hard, and the bed was stuck in the door directly, so now no one could get in.

Schiller, who was leaning against the wall, groaned in pain and shouted, "You really should form a political party to participate in this year's election, so that you can jam the hospital bed on the door of the House of Representatives and let them know what the benefits of raising the medical insurance standards are!"

"What should we do now?!" Dr. Avello shouted.

"Just stand there and wait for me to recover!"

"What else can we do?!"

Schiller roared in pain again, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Turn over from the bed!!! Are you mentally retarded?!"

The few people who were blocked by the bed remembered that the first two climbed onto the bed decisively, then turned down and entered the room, rushing straight towards Schiller.

Halfway through the rush, they remembered that they were nurses, not doctors, and they didn't know how to inject tranquilizers, so they turned back until the two nurses behind them also turned in.

The four people hurriedly held Schiller down and finally injected the medicine, and at this time Schiller's excitement had basically disappeared by himself.

He staggered to the bedside, without even looking at Dr. Avello next to him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Schiller found himself lying in the ward. He felt a little headache, but soon realized that this was a normal reaction during the recovery period of mental excitement.

At this time, a hand put a glass of water in front of him. Schiller looked up and saw a fat black female nurse. Schiller just wanted to get up and found that he was fixed on the bed.

"Can you help me untie the strap on the left, ma'am?"

The black female nurse was about to speak, and Schiller said: "My dominant hand is my right hand, and my left hand has no strength. And if the chest strap is not removed, I can't get up or break free. You just need to raise the bed and let me drink some water."

The black female nurse seemed to have heard this for the first time. After hesitating for a while, she still said: "We have regulations that we can't untie the straps at will, but I can help you raise the bed. I'll help you drink water, okay?"

Schiller nodded and said nothing more.

When the bed was raised, Schiller looked down subconsciously, and then he saw his hand fixed in the straps, and he sighed deeply.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" asked the nurse.

"Nothing, I was just thinking, the hospital even stipulates that one hand strap is not allowed to be untied, but I haven't cut my nails for seven years in the hospital, I think they can go to the Supreme Court."

The black nurse showed a puzzled expression.

"Don't be puzzled, ma'am, you are so good at listening, why don't you be a talk show audience."

Schiller drank two sips of water handed over by the black nurse, and then saw her take out the plate for dispensing medicine.

Schiller turned his head away.

"What's wrong?" The nurse expressed doubts about his action again.

"Nothing, as long as I don't look at it, there is no problem with the prescription and dispensing method, which can significantly increase life expectancy."

The nurse handed the medicine over, Schiller didn't even look at it, poured it into his mouth, drank a big sip of water, and swallowed the medicine.

The nurse seemed a little shocked that he took the medicine so readily, and Schiller fell asleep again after taking the medicine.

He slept very deeply and rested well. When he was about to wake up, he faintly heard the voice of Dr. Ivello outside the door, and mentioned Bruce Wayne's name in the words.

So, the first moment Schiller opened his eyes, he looked at Dr. Ivello at the door. Before Dr. Ivello could say anything, Schiller looked at her and asked, "Did you bring Batman here too?"

"Yes, Dr. Schiller, actually he..."

Schiller pulled one hand out of the restraint in the nurse's shocked eyes, quickly pulled the quilt under his body over his head, and then said, "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a mental patient, I want to sleep, you go quickly."

After that, he didn't move anymore, and soon there was a sound of even breathing under the quilt, indicating that Schiller had completely fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only the doctor and the nurse staring at each other.

In another clinic in the hospital, the lights were on. The doctors sitting opposite had changed several times, but the patient sitting on the other side remained the same.

He had a very handsome face. At this time, he was explaining to the doctor opposite why he was not a mental patient with very clear logic, very inflammatory words and a completely tireless mental state.

In the other two wards, a man who looked like his twin brother but was older than him and a red-haired woman had already fallen into a deep sleep.

At dawn the next day, Schiller, who had a good night's sleep, stretched his body. His restraints were not untied, but he was actually very good at making all kinds of movements he wanted with the restraints fixed.

The sound of a cart sounded outside the door, and Schiller knew that the nurse had come to deliver medicine again. Schiller yawned and turned his head to look out the window.

It was the black female nurse from last night again. She greeted Schiller as soon as she came in. Schiller did not respond to her, so she asked: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the scenery."

The nurse had nothing to say. She fed Schiller some water and told him: "The results of your last diagnosis and treatment will be out this afternoon. If there is no problem, you can remove the restraints."

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

Schiller swallowed all the medicine in one go, drank a few sips of water, and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door. Schiller squinted and looked out. Standing at the door was Batman from the main universe.

"Hello, nurse, my attending doctor suggested that I relax more. Can I come in and see?"

"Yes, please..."

"No, don't come in. I want to sleep."