OBS Chapter 2351 Psychic Assault (6)
Chapter 2351 Psychic Assault (6)
Chapter 2351: Psychic Assault (VI)
Back in the office, Schiller began to check Charles's file that had just been sent to him, which was of course transferred from his original universe.
Many people think that the United States does not have an identity system and that the ID card is the same as the driver's license, but in fact that only exists among ordinary people at the bottom. People who have received elite education attach great importance to their education files. Things like academic qualifications, academic achievements, outstanding performance, and letters of recommendation will all be placed in their education files. It can be said that this is the pass to the upper class.
Before applying for a teaching teacher as a supervisor, one must first submit the educational file. Only after selection can one become the teacher's student. The 12 interns before Schiller were also carefully selected by him and are very likely to become the mainstay of the psychology field in the future.
But Charles got on the bus first and bought the ticket later. Schiller knew that he had psychic abilities, so his education file didn't matter to him. However, he still wanted to get the file. After all, there were 11 seniors ahead of him, and he was the youngest. If his resume was not enough, it would easily give other interns ideas.
After opening the thick file, Schiller was still surprised. Graduating from Harvard at the age of 16 was already the most unremarkable part of his resume. The earliest journal Charles published was at the age of 11, and it was in the core area, mainly studying the relationship between psychology and brain science.
As we all know, brain science is still mainly a pie-in-the-sky subject for humans. Most of the arguments come from certain experiments, and there is almost no completely universal theory that can connect all mental disciplines.
Moreover, the schools are very complicated, with various theories holding different views. Publishing a journal is like having a debate. Except for the unity when fighting against the soul doctrines of religious studies and theology, the rest of the time they are just fighting against their own people.
However, Charles can be regarded as a leader in the 21st century in terms of unifying psychology, psychiatry, neurology and brain science and developing a unified system and theory for them. Although the monographs he published did not explore the issues in depth, there is already such a trend.
As Schiller read on, he stopped reading the files and turned to reading Charles's paper through the Doujie system's ladder to the universe's network. He frowned, smiled, had a complicated expression, and seemed to be thinking about something.
"Doctor... Doctor, Doctor, are you listening?"
"Uh, what did you say?"
Charles said helplessly, "Just now a senior brother called and said that the royalties for his last article have arrived, but he hasn't picked it up yet from the mailbox at the hospital. He wants to give it to you as the funding for our next dinner party."
"I don't need this little money from him." Schiller stared at the screen intently and said, "Go to the mailbox downstairs and take it for him. Give it to him when he comes back from his business trip."
Charles nodded. Seeing that Schiller didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't stay in the office, but turned around to do other things.
In fact, he wanted to go downstairs and take another look at the lady. After all, he could sense that her condition was indeed not good.
Although Charles was a bit crazy during this period, he was a good man after all. He felt that it would be fine if he didn't know, but if he knew, he would have to be more careful, otherwise if an accident happened, it would be too late to regret.
The Presbyterian Hospital is very large, and because of the once vigorous movement to make the psychiatric department independent of other departments, the entire psychiatric department was given a separate building, which is some distance away from the obstetrics and gynecology inpatient department. It is now very late.
Charles decided to stop by the previous ward on the way to dinner. After making sure that everything was fine, he ate in the cafeteria next door. After dinner, he went to the mailbox in front to get money.
Arriving at the corridor of the inpatient department, Charles heard the husband named Oaks making a phone call, apparently helping his client solve some electrical problems.
Charles tiptoed over from the other side, looked inside through the observation window, and found that the lady was standing in front of the window, staring blankly out.
Of course, the inpatient department was on the second floor and the windows were locked tightly, so there was no possibility of jumping off the building. The newly prescribed medicine had already arrived and was placed on the table. When the moonlight shone in, it cast a long shadow, and the shape of the medicine bottle was stronger than the lady's body.
Charles heard the deep sorrow in her heart echoing again and again, resisting but completely unable to disappear, like a music disc that was completely out of control.
Charles knew that this was a compulsive manifestation of anxiety disorder. The specific manifestation was that a picture would be played repeatedly and uncontrollably in the mind. Other thoughts would flash by, and then this picture would appear again. No matter how hard he tried to forget it, he could not. This would lead to severe insomnia.
In Charles's opinion, the human brain was not that mysterious. It was a machine that could be completely analyzed. He saw that something was wrong with the lady's brain, and the uncontrolled twitching nerves were constantly torturing her.
What controls these nerves is not some physiological disease, but the painful memories are so painful that Charles can't bear it.
He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, but at this moment, the sensor light came on, and the footsteps showed that it was Oaks who came back. Charles simply fled in panic.
Charles kept thinking on the way to the cafeteria. He began to recall the fragments playing in Lisa's mind. The beautiful life she imagined and the painful memories were intertwined, which was the saddest thing.
Soon Charles arrived at the cafeteria. Many people believe that there are no cafeterias abroad, but in fact it is just the opposite. Many cafeterias abroad are more like cafeterias than those in China, and are more in line with the temperament of grabbing a bite. In short, it is about eating.
There are not many windows to choose from, and in fact, it would be useless if there were more. It is not like what many people imagine that hospitals abroad are not busy. They are basically small or regional hospitals. Large hospitals are busy not because there are many patients, but because most medical centers integrate medicine and education.
Take Presbyterian Hospital as an example. In fact, few people would mention Presbyterian Hospital. They often mention their affiliated hospitals. Columbia University Medical Center and Weill Cornell Medical Center are both medical schools of the two universities and two hospitals. They both belong to Presbyterian Hospital and provide general medical services.
However, the doctors here not only have to perform surgery to treat patients, but more often they are doing research and supervising students. Students here not only have to do internships, but also have to attend classes. There are two large-scale seminars per week, lectures by famous teachers once a week, and group meetings almost every day. The rest of the time is spent memorizing and doing hands-on work, memorizing and doing hands-on work.
This can very accurately screen out those who are not good at memorizing and those who are not good at doing things. The former are suitable for working in hospitals, while the latter are suitable for staying in medical centers to do research. This diversion process is often completed within these medical centers.
They can freely choose their own teaching teachers and change them if they find that their direction is not suitable. After finding a suitable teaching teacher, there is a high chance that they will join the department where the teaching teacher is located in the future and become a surgeon or researcher.
Because the passing rate of Columbia University Medical School is so low, even at 9 o'clock in the evening, Charles can still see many students in the cafeteria looking at information on the tablet while stuffing food into their mouths.
Charles didn't even need to read their minds to know that their minds were full of theoretical knowledge. Turning on the mind-reading skill was like exploring the ocean of knowledge.
Charles ordered a sandwich and ate it while thinking about the lady today. At this time, a young man came over, sat down opposite him and said, "Hello, is anyone here?"
Charles shook his head and looked up at him. He was an extremely ordinary black-haired young man, a little thin, but with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Then Charles looked around and found that there were indeed not many seats left, so it was understandable that the other party wanted to share the table.
He saw a hamburger and a plate of boiled vegetables on the other person's plate. The cheese on the hamburger was almost overflowing, but the boiled vegetables seemed a bit bland. He also ordered two drinks, one of Coke and the other of orange juice, and it was obviously freshly squeezed sugar-free orange juice.
How strange, Charles thought, this person is so contradictory. It is hard to imagine that a person who would eat a triple cheeseburger would order an extra portion of boiled vegetables to supplement dietary vitamins. He also doesn't think that someone who drinks Coke would like the bitter orange juice squeezed with the skin.
The person next to him stopped talking after he sat down. He bit into his hamburger and ate some vegetables with his brows drooping, looking a little listless.
"Are you okay?" Charles could clearly feel that this young man's brain waves were much weaker than those of ordinary people.
Unless something unexpected happens, Charles will not use his psychic abilities the first time he meets someone. He is not a voyeur. Moreover, the things in most people's minds are really unremarkable and there is nothing to see. If he does not have to understand them, he will not waste his abilities.
"I'm fine, I just transferred here." The young man sighed and said, "My name is David, what's your name?"
"Just call me Charlie. You look a little sleepy. Did you study late last night?"
"Don't mention it." David immediately opened up, "I don't know why people here can study so late. When I was in Paris, I never studied until 3:00 in the morning. But those people in the library just won't leave. They are almost killing me."
Charles immediately laughed and said, "There are too many misunderstandings about American college life. They always think that we play basketball, have parties, and spend four years either picking up girls or hanging out in bars, and then these bastards will suddenly transform into elite talents one day."
"Is it not?"
"Of course not. There have always been scoundrels, but most of them cannot graduate and go back to find a simple job to support their families. Elite talents are all learned. The structure of the human brain determines that any learning is boring and hard, and no one is immune to this."
"But you have to take it easy." Charles looked at David's pale face and said, "One of our patients was carried away two days ago. He died of overwork. It's just a pity for his instructor. This guy only has 20 hours of internship left before graduation. I don't know why he is in such a hurry."
David immediately shuddered, with an embarrassed expression on his face. He said, "To be honest, I didn't want to come here. I originally wanted to study for a master's degree and just get a diploma, but my... one of my relatives insisted that I had a talent in this area and insisted on sending me here. I'm really exhausted."
Charles paused. He keenly felt that something was wrong. It was not that there were no people with connections in the Presbyterian Hospital, but that this guy who seemed to be a person with connections was actually learning, and although he said he was tired, he seemed to have really kept up.
If he really couldn't learn anything and just wanted to get by, he wouldn't have exhausted himself to this extent.
The threshold for studying medicine in English-speaking countries is very high. For those who have not even started, they don't know any professional words and can't even read them, let alone memorize them. Everything they read seems like a mystery to them. There is no place for them to put in effort, so naturally they can't tire themselves out.
At the moment when he subconsciously turned on his mind-reading ability, Charles was stunned. In an instant, the storm of thought seemed to be real and blew away the paper in the hand of the student next to him.
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(End of this chapter)