In the dim corridor, only the light strip beneath the bar counter cast a faint, cold glow. The metallic walls, brimming with technological flair, seemed excessively indifferent in this atmosphere.
When footsteps sounded, Peter, who had been sitting by the wall, immediately sprang to his feet and headed toward the source of the sound.
Schiller strode up to Peter and asked, "What happened? Why did Steve suddenly have an episode?"
"I don't know either." Peter looked somewhat at a loss. He thought back for a moment, then said, "This morning, we ran into each other in the cafeteria. He was fine then. We talked for a while about Speeders, and I was going to take him to get a transit card. You know, he's still not quite used to all these fully automated procedures..."
"Didn't S.H.I.E.L.D. issue him an assistance phone?" Schiller pulled his own phone from the pocket of his white coat. It looked vastly different from modern smartphones, more like an intelligent terminal.
Though it was also a thin metal slab, this intelligent terminal could float on its own. As long as its tiny side earpiece was placed in the ear or hooked over the outer ear, it could provide real-time intelligent assistance.
Schiller's assistance terminal was connected to Ultron, making it easier for him to create electronic medical records for all his patients. Ultron could also constantly remind him of his daily schedule and occasionally provide theoretical support.
Most importantly, Schiller had prescription authority. Ultron could review his prescriptions and ensure there were no mistakes in the medications or dosages.
Beyond that, intelligent robots working together with intelligent terminals could do much more. However, due to the special nature of intelligent robots, they could not provide much help during psychological consultations, so Schiller did not need so