Hearing Stark's scream, Schiller, who had turned away to rummage through the cabinet for medicinal ingredients, smiled.
Tony Stark was someone every hospital in New York was helpless against, including Presbyterian Hospital, where Schiller and Strange worked.
There was no doubt that Stark was rich—very rich. Stark Industries invested an astronomical amount in medical funds every year, making him a major benefactor no hospital could afford to offend.
But he was just as difficult as he was wealthy. Under Schiller's intervention, Stark's Anxiety Disorder had improved considerably, but he had merely recovered from his illness; he had not become a different person.
It could even be said that because he was no longer ill, his personality had a bigger stage upon which to perform. Stark had never been Mr. Nice Guy. The obnoxious playboy side of his character often came out to play, sometimes irritable, sometimes melodramatic.
If Strange was the kind of Doctor Schiller found most intolerable, then Stark was undoubtedly the kind of patient he found most intolerable. To date, the main reason no one had objected to Stark paying Schiller such exorbitant consultation fees was that anyone who came into contact with Stark, upon learning that he actually had a psychologist, would mostly offer the Doctor a moment of silence.
Stark had made far too many unreasonable demands at hospitals. Take Pepper's case, for example. At the time, the tumor in Pepper's uterus had been so faint in the imaging data that it was practically invisible to the naked eye, yet he had insisted that the Doctors provide a complete treatment plan.
In theory, he did have the capital to be unreasonable. After all, he almost never used insurance when seeking treatment, which was an incredibly terrifying thing in the United States. But Stark did not care