Chapter 1934 U: Beyond the Big Event (Thirty-Eight)

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

After Dr. Avello was stunned for a moment, he showed a slightly familiar expression of helplessness, put his hands on the table, looked into Schiller's eyes and replied.

"Bandura mentioned in social learning theory..."

As soon as she said this, Schiller sighed deeply.

Bruce outside the screen shivered involuntarily.

Because Lord Superman had been paying attention to Bruce's condition, he immediately noticed something unusual about him. He looked at the young man with some confusion and asked, "Why are you shaking?"

"It's nothing. It's a conditioned reflex. This means that the female doctor must have answered it wrong."

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

"That means she made the mistake of opening her mouth."

Dr. Avello also stopped with some doubts.

After Schiller sighed, he tapped the table with the tip of one finger and said: "The social interaction determinism in the social learning theory is a relatively independent theory, and there is no need to corroborate it with any social learning mechanism. What do you want to answer?"

Dr. Avello's face turned ugly.

"And the interlocking determinants are interpersonal factors and 'non-social' environmental factors. You don't really want to address socio-environmental factors, do you?"

Dr. Avello's face turned even darker.

"And the most important thing." Schiller pushed up 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 talk about it here for three days and three nights. If you don’t finish it, you have to send at least three essays. Do you think this is a summary question in the university exam?”

Dr. Avello's face has completely darkened.

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

"You answer my academic questions so seriously because you know that accurate answers can win my trust, which means you know that I have relevant knowledge. So answer me, why do you think a mentally ill person has such Where’s the 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, without knowing 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 Avillo, why do you want to win my trust?"

Just as Dr. Avillo was about to speak, Schiller's face became darker than hers. He said, "None of your teachers have taught you that the first rule of practice in a psychiatric hospital is to never listen. Did the mental patient say anything?”

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

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

In the tower of thought, the superego stared at the long mental excitement readings and shouted: "Calm down! Otherwise, I will..."

"boom!"

The ground of the entire tower shook violently, and Schiller in countless corridors and rooms were knocked down. Greedy rushed out of the room, lying on the patio railing and shouting below: "What's going on? Why is there another earthquake?" ? ? Batman came in? ?

"Sick! Sick was too excited!" the superego yelled toward the door and said, "They are hitting the ceiling, which is our foundation!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Gray mist! Lower your heart rate!"

"I can't surrender! I can't get out!"

"...arrogant! Arrogant! Go find the medicine!"

With a "bang", Schiller's trembling hands directly smashed the table, and he slammed to one side until he hit the wall on the side of the consulting room.

Dr. Avello was stunned. She shouted with trembling hands: "Are you okay? Are you..."

"What am I! Didn't your teacher teach you?! Go to Anding!!!" Schiller shouted.

There was another "bang", and Schiller's shoulder hit the wall, creating a crater. Then there was another bang, and the chandelier swung suddenly and hit Dr. Avello's feet.

Dr. Avello staggered to the door and said to the door: "Nurse, prepare the tranquilizers, hurry up!!!"

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

The treatment staff finally arrived dozens of seconds later, but the bed they brought was one size larger than the door and could not be pushed into the treatment room.

They didn't realize it when they pushed in. Four strong men pushed in hard and the hospital bed got stuck in the door. As a result, no one can get in now.

Schiller, who was leaning against the wall, let out a painful groan and shouted: "You should really form a political party and run for election this year, so that you can block the hospital bed on the door of the House of Representatives and let them know whether improving medical insurance standards will help." What a benefit!”

"What now?!" Dr. Avello yelled.

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

"Then what should we do?!"

Schiller let out another low growl of pain, 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 rolled down and entered the room, rushing straight towards Schiller.

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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 rolled 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 my left side, ma'am?"

Just as the black nurse was about to speak, Schiller said, "My dominant hand is my right hand, and my left hand is not very strong. And if the chest strap is not removed, I can't get up or break free. You just need to raise the bed so that I can drink some water."

It seemed that the black nurse heard this for the first time. After hesitating for a while, she still said, "We have a rule 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 subconsciously looked down, and then he saw his hand fixed in the straps, and he sighed deeply.

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

"Nothing, I was just thinking, the hospital even stipulates that it is not allowed to untie the straps on one hand, 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 confused, 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 was puzzled by his action again. "Nothing, as long as I don't look at it, there is no problem with the prescription and the method of dispensing medicine, which can significantly increase life expectancy." The nurse handed the medicine over, and Schiller poured it into his mouth without even looking at it. After drinking a big sip of water, he swallowed the medicine. The nurse seemed to be a little shocked that he took the medicine so happily. Schiller fell asleep again after taking the medicine. He slept very deeply and rested well. When he was about to wake up, he vaguely heard the voice of Dr. Ivlo coming from outside the door, and the name of Bruce Wayne was mentioned 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 at this time, and 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, and at this time, he was explaining to the doctor opposite why he was not a mental patient with extremely clear logic, extremely 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 come out this afternoon. If there is no problem, you can untie the restraints."

"Okay, I know, thank you."

Schiller swallowed all the medicine in one go, drank a few sips of water, and closed his eyes again 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 you?"

"Yes, please..."

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