"You may not know this, but psychology and psychiatry are really young disciplines." Steve sighed, "When I was a boy, I heard many horrifying stories about insane asylums."
"So of them were exaggerated, but so had indeed happened. In many European asylums, they even exhibited ntally ill patients with rare conditions like animals, selling tickets to create a sensation."
Steve folded his arms and bowed his head, a expression of struggle etched on his face. Stark took off his battle armor and moved next to him. When he turned to look at Steve, he saw a shadow of Howard in his expression.
Stark rembered clearly how his father, when he was drunk and slumped over his workbench, had shown the sa expression. The good old days Steve was talking about were overshadowed by a layer of gloomy grey that nobody could penetrate.
Looking at the light that had co on in the ergency room, and the shadowy figures venturing forth through the door, Steve gathered his courage again. He took a deep breath, and then said:
"The level of dical knowledge in that era may seem ridiculously primitive to you now, even down to the level of early humans. If general dical treatnts were likened to primitive humans, then treatnts for ntal illnesses were more like amoebas."
"If soone went mad, they were made to take sedatives to calm down. If soone tried to attack another person, they were knocked out and tied up until they regained their composure. And this was even considered a civilized thod used by ntal hospitals. As for the less civilized ones..."
Steve pursed his lips. He seed to be uncomfortable revealing the darkness of a bygone era, but he persisted, "If Schiller really is from my era, then this kind of dical accident would be quite normal."
"Initially, the doctor hadn't given him enough dication, leading to him losing control and hurting soone who was good to him, leaving him with even deeper psychological scars. In that era, this couldn't even be called a dical accident, after all, he had still received so treatnt."
Steve's face showed a sadness, and he concluded with so weariness, "That was a ti that didn't permit weakness."
"If you expressed opinions against the public consensus, you'd be considered mad. If you behaved abnormally, you'd be sent to a ntal hospital, and true ntal patients would only get to spend their lives in a dark cell. Schiller was considered lucky."
Steve, a bit pained, closed his eyes and said, "All the motivation that I had acquired from that era, all the nostalgia I had for it, was actually because I was lucky to have undergone a transformation, acquiring abilities far beyond those of ordinary people."
"In that backward era, the suffering of too many ordinary people didn't even get recorded. I'm well aware of this, so I feel guilty for my nostalgia..."
Steve took a deep breath, ready to utter the next sentence, but Stark patted him on the shoulder and cut in: "So you're saying, Schiller was left with a ntal scar due to certain accidents, but why did he never show it before, yet it suddenly erupted this ti?"
Strange narrowed his eyes and said: "No, maybe it's not that he'd never shown it before, but rather, we didn't notice."
Having said that, he reminded himself: "The first ti I t Schiller was at a very important joint consultation at the Elder Council Hospital. The patient not only had neurological issues but also certain psychological problems, so a psychiatrist was needed for the consultation."
"I got there early, but even when it was ti for the consultation, it hadn't started yet. I asked an assistant there, and they said soone was late."
Strange knitted his brows; clearly, it wasn't a fond mory for him. He sighed, "I wanted to find out who dared to be absent from a consultation I participated in, didn't they know that my ti was more precious than gold?"
"Just then, Schiller walked in..." with a wry smile on his face, Strange continued,"Nobody could imagine how terrible a state he was in — reeking of alcohol, it was clear he'd been drinking all night. He was slovenly dressed, his na tag reversed, and his glasses were sared with so powder...he looked like a complete drunkard!"
Stark glanced at the door of the ergency room, making sure that Schiller wouldn't suddenly co out to punch him. Lowering his voice, he said:" The first ti I t him, it wasn't much better either. Although I wasn't in a great state, neither was he."
"He looked like he had been up for several nights in a row, even worse than , and clearly not a fitness enthusiast, he emanated an air of decadence." Stark shook his head and continued, "This isn't slander, for quite a while his condition wasn't great."
"So, you're saying that Doctor Schiller had a drinking problem before?" asked Peter, knitting his brows. "That's so different from the Doctor Schiller I know! He has always been a great physician since I first t him."
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