In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 654: Crimson Sea Rage (7)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

"This is an opportunity.

" Keira, a female agent of the CIA, said while controlling the steering wheel: "We have already lost a game about the Philby list. If we can get evidence of the collusion between the Quinn family and the Mexican drug lords , then we can submit satisfactory answers before the next congress.

" The black Lila sitting in the co-pilot sighed and said: "The black movement has failed. There are no other revolutionary forces on this land. We are fighting alone and struggling..." "Are you afraid? " Keira asked, Lila touched the corner of his brow, and he said: "Maybe, I have been disappointed too many times, and this time is not bad.

""I'm sorry, I can't shake Moscow's decision, the tragedy of the Black Panther Party shouldn't have happened, but..." Keira shook her head, obviously thinking of the black communists in this country. Oppressed, I am very sorry.

Lila showed no expression. He said: "Perhaps, we all know that something is different, but you don't want to admit it. I dare say that you will be extremely disappointed if you come to power after ten days.

""New changes represent new hope. Change is always a good thing, isn't it? "Kayla controlled the car and stopped on the side of the road. The two walked out of the car and looked up at the house number of the tall building in front of them, which said "Quinn Building".

In the guest room of the Beverly Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You have to find a way to help him, Oliver hasn't said a word since we came back from Mexico, no Communicating with anyone and not eating, if this continues..." Hal glanced outside the door, Arthur was sitting next to Oliver on the sofa in the living room, and kept comforting him, but it was useless, Oliver just stayed Sitting there blankly, saying nothing, no response.

"This state of stupor should be a state of self-protection that the brain instinctively produces after being mentally stimulated. If you want to break this state, you must undergo in-depth treatment, but are you sure he can accept this kind of treatment?" Schiller asked.

"As you said just now, this is an unsolvable problem. The Quinn family has cooperated with drug lords for so many years and has earned a huge amount of wealth from them, and Oliver is nourished by this wealth. I have grown up, and this cannot be changed.

" Schiller also looked at Oliver and said.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't let Gallardo talk so much.

" Hal sighed, but soon he shook his head and said: "No, sooner or later, he will know, if he returns to the Quinn family now and takes over the family business, then he will definitely find out These sinful deals.

""What do you think he thinks? Is he trying to accept this? asked Schiller.

"Because I found that he didn't intend to accept it at all, so I hope you can enlighten him. If this goes on, you and I know what the result will be.

" Hal put his hand on Schiller's shoulder and said: "From the performance along the way, Oliver is a good man, otherwise he would not feel deep pain for this, I really hope you Can help him, Schiller..." Schiller patted Hal's arm and said before walking out of the bedroom, "I'll do my best.

" When Schiller walked to the sofa, Hal pulled Arthur away, and the two of them left the room and went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. Only Schiller and Oliver were left in the room.

When Schiller was sitting opposite Oliver, Oliver raised his eyes and glanced at Schiller, his eyes were very dull, and then slowly lowered his eyelids and looked away.

"I know, you don't want to see a psychiatrist now, you think I can't answer your confusion.

" Schiller poured Oliver a glass of water and said, "However, before that, you should drink some water first, you should be a little dehydrated now.

" Schiller handed the cup to Oliver, but Oliver didn't respond. Looking at the clear water in the cup, rippling under the slight shaking, Oliver showed a frightened expression, and he leaned back hard. Start exhaling continuously.

"Calm down, Oliver, what you see isn't real, it's an illusion.

" Schiller stood up quickly, took the umbrella from the side, and the moment he turned back, Oliver pushed away the coffee table in front of him, fell to the ground, and struggled desperately.

He kept pumping his fists and roaring: "Get out! Get out of here! You **** criminals, don't come here!!" "No...no...I didn't...you are right, It's me, it's me, it's me who killed you... the sea, the sea, the red sea, bleeding..." Oliver began to tremble and cry, tears and snot kept flowing down, but he wasn't crying. It was physical tears, and he seemed to have lost control of his organs.

Schiller took a step forward, stood in front of him, slammed the handle of his umbrella on the ground and said: "Those are illusions, you are in a hotel, not the sea, overcome it, don't be controlled by it..." The veins on Oliver's neck were bulging. He kept curling up and relaxing on the spot, holding the wrist of the other with one hand, trying to stop his movements? Seeing this situation, Schiller sighed, took out the stored tranquilizer from Gray Mist, and planned to inject Oliver.

Without the restriction of not being able to use special abilities, Schiller directly turned into a gray mist, held Oliver down, and injected the tranquilizer into it, but Oliver's drug resistance was very strong, and the ordinary tranquilizer was injected into it, without any reaction , he is still in a state of stress.

This kind of situation is not uncommon. Sometimes, patients with mental illness will be in a state of extreme excitement. In this state, human muscle restrictions will be lifted, and the strength will become incomparable. The activity level will also be very high, ordinary tranquilizers will not work, and if overdose, it may be dangerous.

At this time, in order to prevent injuries and prevent patients from harming themselves, some anesthetic drugs will be used to anesthetize the patients, which can effectively slow down their actions, but this requires a professional anesthetist to determine the correctness of the medication. There is no harm in the dose.

Although Schiller has anesthesia, he does not have the knowledge of anesthesiology. If he uses chemical anesthesia, it may hurt Oliver. Therefore, he plans to adopt an older anesthesia method, which is physical anesthesia.

While Oliver was trembling on the ground, Schiller raised his umbrella and hit Oliver directly on the neck. He controlled the force well, and with a "bang", Oliver passed out.

Schiller sighed, and moved Oliver to the sofa. After about 20 minutes, Oliver woke up. Just after waking up, he was a little excited again. Schiller had to knock him out again, and repeated it three times. After that, Oliver finally regained a little sanity.

Baimengshu Schiller put the umbrella aside, sat on the sofa opposite, looked at Oliver lying on the sofa and said, "You are the most difficult patient I have ever seen. You not only need psychotherapy, Physical therapy is also needed..." Oliver opened his mouth, he wanted to speak, but his throat had become extremely dry and hoarse due to prolonged dehydration, what he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and it turned into a jerky dry cough .

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Oliver coughed vigorously, and finally turned into retching again. With his hands on the ground, he tried his best to turn over and return to the sofa, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes .

During this period of time, he experienced physical torture and mental exhaustion, and he was already extremely weak at this time.

"Thank you..." Oliver finally uttered the first syllable, he said: "But I don't need comfort, just leave me alone for a while.

""Yes, you don't need comfort, and I don't intend to comfort you, I'm here to treat you...""I don't need treatment.

" Oliver said again: "I'm not sick, it's not me, thank you, doctor, let's go.

" Schiller picked up the water glass again, handed it to Oliver and said, "Let's have a drink first, we can chat, and you can speak up if you have any questions, I am very patient to listen..." Oliver sat down from the sofa When he got up, he picked up the water glass, drank all the water in one go, coughed himself a few more times, and then said: "Thank you, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon..." Looking at him With arms still trembling, Schiller also took a sip of water from the water glass, and then said: "If you don't want to chat, then drink more water, and then go eat something to replenish your strength, you haven't eaten for too long .

"Yes, I will go to ~IndoMTL.com~ but I just want to be alone now.

" Oliver was very autistic, he kept responding, but he didn't give any answer, didn't initiate a topic, and didn't have any desire to talk. For a psychiatrist, this is the most difficult thing to do. situation.

"Can you tell me about your doubts now? Maybe I can give some different answers?" Schiller kept asking Oliver, but he just didn't say anything and often lost his mind. His attention was very scattered, and Schiller could tell that every time he was distracted, he was actually thinking about the previous events, which was a very bad sign.

All the states of stress and trauma are reflected in Oliver, including numbness, re-experiencing, panic, emotional closure, and refusal to communicate. for treatment.

However, Oliver might not be able to wait. First, he was seriously injured in the desert island survival, and he was deprived of water and hunger strike. If he waited another two days, he might go into shock.

At that time, the extremely depressed physical state will lead to an even more unstable mental state. At that time, the stress trauma may turn into permanent mental trauma, and it will be troublesome if you want to treat it.

After Schiller tried repeatedly to no avail, he sighed deeply and decided to change the way.

Schiller stood up, walked back to the room, and took out his suitcase. He took out a few books from it, and took out a file bag. When he returned to the sofa, he put the The stack of things was placed heavily on the coffee table, making a "bang".

Oliver on the opposite side looked at him dully, and Schiller sat down opposite Oliver again, put his hand on the pile of books and said, "Let me introduce you again, Schiller Rodriguez, the Soviet Union's National Security Council No. 16th Bureau secret intelligence personnel, KGB agents..." Schiller elongated his voice and said, "...a communist.

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