After Jean left, Polaris came in awkwardly. The moment she saw Schiller, she rolled her eyes, slapped her physical examination report onto the desk, sat down, and said, "They insist I have mental problems that caused my arrhythmia. What mental problems could I possibly have? I'm perfectly fine!"
"Don't rush. Fill out the form first." Schiller handed her another form.
By dusk, a thick stack of reports had piled up on the other side of the desk as well. Looking at the medical record in his hand, Schiller said to Gray Mist inwardly, "You've worked hard lately."
"It's nothing, a piece of cake." Gray Mist's voice was as lively as ever. "But Professor X's move was really ruthless. If Nick were half as unscrupulous as him, you wouldn't have to keep nagging those Avengers superheroes to submit psychological assessment reports."
"Different monkeys need different leashes," Schiller said. "These Mutants are ridiculously tough. Even after you gave them arrhythmia, every one of them was still bouncing around full of energy. Ordinary people would've been laid up in hospital beds long ago."
"True. But this is good too. Those people who avoid doctors at all costs are finally willing to see a Doctor and take medicine. What are you planning to do next? Treat every Mutant in the Multiverse?"
"That won't be necessary," Schiller said. "As long as the trouble wasn't caused by people from the Central Universe, it's no big deal. Besides, we deliberately caused the arrhythmia, but I performed the assessments and diagnoses seriously. If I had to bring all those people over for treatment, wouldn't that exhaust me to death?"
Schiller sighed. Even dealing with just these few people had worn him out enough. If Charles hadn't repeatedly begged him, he never would have done something so unscrupulous.
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