Emma could not help laughing, then realized it was rude, but still could not hold back another chuckle. It was not until Charles's helpless voice echoed through the room that she stopped:
"Schiller, I'm not losing hair because Erik and I had a falling-out. There's no scientific basis for that."
"Yes, it merely has no scientific basis."
After speaking, Schiller turned his gaze back to Emma and said, "In psychiatry, Propranolol is generally used to relieve the somatic symptoms caused by depression or Anxiety Disorder, most commonly irregular heartbeat or elevated blood pressure. This indicates that it is a coping medication. In other words, it can only ease physical reactions; it cannot treat psychological symptoms and may even cause drug dependence. So, out of responsibility toward my patient, I cannot prescribe it to you."
"But this so-called psychogenic arrhythmia is utter nonsense. I know perfectly well whether there's anything wrong with my mind. And Professor Xavier has never said there was anything wrong with me, either. Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe him, right?"
"Having no problem before does not mean you have no problem now," Schiller said. "When did your arrhythmia symptoms begin?"
"About a few days before the war started." Emma pursed her lips. "I don't remember exactly which day, but lately it happens almost every other day. Sometimes I even wake up in my sleep because my heart is racing."
"So you wanted to buy some medicine?"
"Yes, but the Earth happened to fly away, and I couldn't abandon my post to chase after it. The field hospital examinations said there was nothing wrong with me, and my medication request was rejected three times. The last one was forwarded to you. No matter what, I have to get the medicine today."
"All right,