In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1138: Professor (1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

There was a knock on the door of the office, and Schiller looked up from the desk, flipped through the appointment record next to him, and said, "Please come in!"

"Schiller! Schiller! You really have to help me!

" Gordon, covered in dust, rushed in immediately. He lifted the hem of his windbreaker, looked at Schiller and said, "Save Gotham! Professor Schiller! Especially save me and your colleagues! "

Schiller looked through the appointment records unhurriedly, and then said: "Why didn't you call the appointment department in advance? I have a full appointment today, so I can't talk to you for a long time... Otherwise, I will make the appointment first Return?"

Gordon frowned, waved his hand and said: "No, there's nothing to talk about, I just hope you can agree to let Arkham Asylum accept patients who need antidote injections, we really don't have any beds! "

Gordon pointed out the window and said: "Gotham Central Hospital has less than 500 beds in total, and it is completely full now. Wayne Hospital is bigger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, which can barely make up for it." Enough for 1,000 beds, but they are all full!"

"Aren't there many private hospitals in each district? If they don't treat patients, will the twelve families have no objection?" Schiller asked.

Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head, and explained with some helplessness: "Usually, people in Gotham don't like to be hospitalized, so the inpatient departments of various private hospitals are reducing the number of beds. Oriented, if you don’t make money, you won’t invest, and no one will predict the crisis of medical resources.”

"The Wayne Group and several well-known engineering groups in the city are covering up non-stop, but most of the frozen patients need at least three days of infusion and a four-day observation period before they can be thawed , instead of jumping out and continuing to go crazy.”

Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because the beds are tight, there are not enough nurses, many people's infusion time is not enough, the antidote has not fully worked, and after thawing, they are still unconscious and violent. , I hope to borrow Arkham Asylum, the nurses here are more professional."

Without waiting for Schiller to agree, Gordon walked to the sofa and said to himself: "I discussed with Victor, shortening the cycle of infusion, and recovering patients who are not in good condition or still have mental problems , sent to Arkham Asylum."

"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but in fact, the probability is not high. About one out of twenty or thirty people will encounter one. I think, considering the load level of Arkham Asylum, it is completely enough. .”

"They can be provided with stable drugs here, or they can also be given a short-term restraint treatment, and then supplemented with infusion."

"After the patients are diverted, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it lasts for a while, the emergency medical facilities can be built. By then, the crisis will be completely over."

After Gordon finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair a little decadently. He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it down, and let out a satisfied sigh. Judging from his appearance, he must have It's sleepless again.

Schiller put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, looked at Gordon and said, "You want to use a bed in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, I have no objection, I think Brand should also have no objection .”

"But the problem is... the nurses here, in terms of caring for ordinary patients, should not be as experienced as other nurses."

"On top of that, the doctors here are all psychiatrists who haven't prescribed anything other than psychiatric medication for a long time, no one who can do internal medicine, and no one who can deal with serious trauma."

"I didn't report my expectations at all." Gordon shook his head, stood up and looked at Schiller and said, "We will screen patients, and those with serious trauma or other diseases will not be sent over, but will be sent in Other hospitals for treatment.”

"As for the nurses, don't even think about professional nurses. They are almost crazy busy. We can send some nurse apprentices who are not bad. They are only responsible for injections, and other nursing care can only rely on you. nurse."

"I can testify to this." Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded by the door, and Pamela pushed the door open and said, "Sorry, I saw the door was open, so I didn't knock."

"It's okay, come in quickly, it's your appointment time." Schiller pointed to the chair across the desk, and then continued: "Sheriff Gordon is my friend, we are almost done talking, no It will delay our next conversation."

Pamela's tone is always very flat, and she has no expression. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and after sitting on the chair, she looked at Sergeant Gordon and said:

"Selena and I complained that it has been a long time since she was arrested as a nurse, and even Bruce was worried that she would be overworked, and no one should be working. After working for 12 hours, continue working overtime for 5 hours.”

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Pamela's tone, Gordon touched his nose and said, "The situation is special now, Selena is a kind girl."

Pamela rolled her eyes and said, "Anyone who can't hide from you is a kind girl."

Schiller looked at Gordon with interest, Gordon was even more embarrassed, he coughed twice, and then said: "We are really short of nurses! I have to admit that young ladies are indeed more suitable If you do this kind of work, you have to understand me, I almost called Barbara!"

"Well, the matter is so serious that you want to call your ex-girlfriend? Pamela, understand this sheriff, he has paid enough."

Pamela curled her lips and said, "If Professor Victor hadn't asked for leave for me, I should be practicing injections in the hospital now."

Schiller laughed. He didn't expect that Gordon would actually catch the strong man for this purpose.

Gordon was completely impatient this time, otherwise, he would not have been able to catch Catwoman to become a nurse. He must have been scratched a lot these days.

For an old-fashioned police detective, going around contacting young ladies and introducing them to jobs seems like hooliganism. Gordon is very uncomfortable with this, but there is nothing he can do about it.

In order to quickly end this embarrassing topic, Gordon kicked the heel of the other foot with a leather shoe on one foot, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and turned around and said, "Don't bother you!" I'm leaving now, the patient and the nurse will arrive tomorrow, thank you, Professor Schiller."

Schiller lowered his head, shook his head with a smile, and then set his eyes on Pamela. Only then did he notice that Pamela's eyes had turned emerald green, and the green was a bit seductive. different.

Pamela leaned on the back of the chair, folded her hands on her lap, lowered her eyes and said, "As you can see, this is the result of accepting the green power of all things. I have a pair of devil children."

"I suggest to Victor, let you come and see me, not only to chat with you, but also to express my gratitude to you, if you hadn't accepted the power of the green of all things, and put those terrible Broccoli, returned to their original size, otherwise, I might still be freezing in Moscow's ice and snow."

"It's nothing." Pamela didn't seem to care, she turned her head aside and said, "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli that is as tall as a building...Professor, am I sick? Do I need to take medicine?"

Pamela's straightforward question stunned Schiller for a moment, but soon he replied, "It's not Victor who told you to come here to see a doctor, right? God, Don't listen to him, you are far from mental illness!"

Hearing this, although Pamela's expression did not change, her arms relaxed a little, and she no longer leaned tightly on her body. Schiller then comforted: "Victor said, your emotions are a little bit I'm depressed, as if I can't lift my strength to do anything, I just want to confirm that this is not a side effect of your deal with the green of all things?"

Pamela shook her head lightly and said: "It's okay with that. The deal we reached is quite fair. I will become its spokesperson and help it maintain the stability of the plant world. It gives me the ability to control the plants." power."

After finishing speaking, Pamela lightly pointed at the dwarf pine next to Schiller. In an instant, the sparsely cut branches became lush again, and the shape became very beautiful. , appearing full of vitality.

"I'm really amazed, miss, I don't mean this ability, but your aesthetics, yesterday, I pruned here for half an hour, but it just made this poor tree look closer to death One step closer."

"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what kind of state they are in, which is the most conducive to growth, and this is what humans think of as vitality."

Pamela briefly explained a few sentences, and then went on to answer Schiller's last question: "This is my old problem. About every two months, I will have a period of depression. I have no strength to do anything, I have been like this since I was a child, and it has nothing to do with the greenness of everything."

"Coffee or tea, will it help?" Schiller asked.

"It's not sleepy. I'm awake, but I just don't want to do anything. However, lying at home doesn't make me feel any better. Instead, it makes me feel more uncomfortable." Pamela said softly He frowned and said.

"I thought I was depressed, and I went to the hospital to do those test questions, but the test results fluctuated, and there was no result after pathological examination." Pamela looked a little helpless.

Schiller tapped the table with his fingertips, thought for a while, and then said, "Did you have a test when you were a child?"

Pamela opened her eyes slightly, as if she had never heard of this question before, she recalled it, and then said: "No, of course not, I didn't have time to check when I was young."

"This may be the sequelae of childhood depression." Schiller made a judgment. Emotional lows have become part of your life."

Schiller drew a long ending, then sighed and said: "Even if you take antidepressant drugs now, it's useless, because that kind of depression is actually just your hallucination, it's your childhood The sequelae brought about by the shadow of the body, rather than any physical pathology.”

Then, he looked into Pamela's green eyes and said, "If you feel uneasy, you can do another set of test questions, or check your brain waves, but I think the possibility of being able to use drugs Not much, if you really feel uncomfortable, I can give you some placebo."

"No, at least now, when I'm lying on the bed, I can still talk to plants." Pamela shook her head lightly and said, "These little green guys are my best placebo." .”

"I heard that you became friends with Selena? She is a very cheerful girl, I think you can talk to her more, of course, she also has a lovely daughter, you can give her together Telling stories ~IndoMTL.com~ Staying with your children will help you relieve your inner tension..."

Just as I was talking here, there was a hasty knock on the door, and Schiller frowned and shouted, "Please come in."

Mrs. Miller opened the door and walked in, and said with a serious face: "Sheriff Gordon just called. There was a murder in Wayne Hospital. The deceased was a physician. Mr. Wayne hopes you can go there now." One trip.”

"But I'm giving..."

Pamela immediately stood up and said, "That's all about my situation, Professor, you are busy first."

Pretending not to see the retention in Schiller's eyes, Pamela quickly walked to the door, nodded to Mrs. Miller, and left.

Schiller let out a long sigh, then looked at Mrs. Miller full of expectation and said, "You should tell him, I'm busy, right?"

"On the contrary." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said, "I said, you are going to be moldy in your free time. You stay in the hospital every day with nothing to do!"

"Professor, what you do every day is to take the scissors from the inpatient department to the treatment room, and the pen from the treatment room to the inpatient department, and connect two carriages for you. The transport capacity is stronger than the train!"

Schiller covered his forehead, and just as he was about to shirk, Mrs. Miller walked to the door, closed the door, and said, "You can't hide from your student for the rest of your life like you hide from your enemies, regardless of his crimes." What's wrong, you always have to meet again."

After Mrs. Miller closed the door, Schiller glanced at the tabletop, sighed deeply, and said, "I really didn't expect that one day I would not want to see Batman so much... I am such a Joker, oh no, Joker only loves Batman."