Chapter 1138 Professor (I)

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

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

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

Schiller flipped through the reservation record leisurely, and then said: "Why didn't you call the reservation department in advance? I have a full appointment today and I can't have a long talk with you... Otherwise, should I cancel the reservation first?" "

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 have no 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 larger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, and can barely make up 1,000 beds." The beds are all full!”

"Aren't there many private hospitals in each district? If they don't admit patients, wouldn't the Twelve Families have any objections?" Schiller asked.

Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head, and explained helplessly: "Normally, people in Gotham don't like to be hospitalized. Therefore, the inpatient departments of various private hospitals are reducing beds. They are all profit-oriented. If If you don’t make money, you won’t invest, and no one will anticipate the crisis of medical resources.”

"Wayne Group and several well-known engineering groups in the city are working non-stop to add cover, but most of the frozen patients require at least three days of infusion and four days of observation before they can be thawed. Will jump out and continue to go crazy.”

Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because the beds are tight, there are not enough nurses, and the infusion time for many people is not enough, the antidote is not fully effective. After thawing, they are still unconscious and violent, so I I hope I can borrow Arkham Asylum, the nurses here are more professional."

Before Schiller could agree, Gordon walked to the sofa and said to himself: "I discussed with Victor to shorten the infusion cycle and send patients who are not recovering well or who still have mental problems. Arkham Asylum.”

"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but in fact, the probability is not high. About one in 20 to 30 people can encounter it. I think that based on the capacity of Arkham Asylum, it is completely sufficient."

"They can be provided with tranquilizers here, or they can be restrained for a short period of time, and then given additional infusions."

"After the patients are triaged, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it is sustained for a period of time, the construction of emergency medical facilities can be completed. By then, this 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 in one gulp, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Judging from the appearance, he must have been sleepless in the past few days. endlessly.

Schiller put his hands on the table, intertwined his fingers, looked at Gordon and said, "I don't have any problem with you wanting to use the beds in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I think Brand should have no problem with it either."

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

"On top of that, the doctors here are all psychiatrists who haven't prescribed anything other than psychiatric medications in a long time. No one can do internal medicine or treat severe trauma."

"I had no hope at first." Gordon shook his head, stood up and looked at Schiller and said: "We will screen the patients. Those with severe trauma or other diseases will not be sent here, but will be received in other hospitals. treat."

"As for the nurses, don't even think about professional nurses. They are almost crazy busy. We can send some nurse apprentices who are pretty good at school. They are only responsible for injections, and for other care, we can only rely on your nurses here. ”

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

"It's okay, come in, it's your appointment time." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite the desk, and then continued: "Chief Gordon is my friend, we are almost done talking, it won't delay us for the rest of the conversation.”

Pamela's tone was always calm and expressionless. She shrugged indifferently, sat on the chair, looked at Chief Gordon and said:

"Selena complained to me that she hadn't been out in Gotham for a long time since she was taken to be a nurse. Even Bruce was worried that she would get sick from overwork. No one should be working 12 hours a day. After that, continue to work 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-hearted girl."

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

Schiller looked at Gordon with interest, and Gordon became 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 for this kind of job." Live, you have to understand me, I just have to call Barbara!”

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

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Pamela curled her lips and said, "If it weren't for Professor Victor asking for leave for me, I would be practicing injections in the hospital now."

Schiller laughed. He didn't expect that Gordon would catch such a strong man.

Gordon was completely furious this time, otherwise, he would not have been able to catch Catwoman to be a nurse. He must have been tickled these days.

For an old-fashioned detective, contacting young ladies everywhere and introducing them to jobs is like being a hooligan. Gordon is not used to this, but there is nothing he can do.

In order to quickly end this embarrassing topic, Gordon kicked the heel of his other foot with one of his leather shoes, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and turned back to say: "I won't disturb your conversation. I'm leaving first. The patient and the nurse will arrive tomorrow. Thank you, Professor Schiller." Schiller lowered his head, smiled and shook his head, then set his eyes on Pamela. At this time, he noticed that Pamela's eyes had turned emerald green, and the green was a bit weird. Pamela leaned back in her chair, folded her hands on her legs, lowered her eyes and said, "As you can see, this is the consequence of accepting the power of the Green of All Things. I have a pair of demon children."

"I suggested to Victor that you come to my place. I don't just want to chat with you. I also want to express my gratitude to you. If you hadn't accepted the power of the Green of All Things and turned those terrible broccoli back to their original size, I might still be freezing in the snow and ice in Moscow."

"Nothing." Pamela seemed unconcerned. She turned her head aside and said, "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli as tall as a building... Professor, am I sick? Do I need medicine?"

Pamela's straightforward question made Schiller stunned for a moment, but soon he replied, "Victor didn't tell you to come here. Go see a doctor? Oh my 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 no longer leaned tightly against her body. Schiller then comforted her: "Victor said that you are a little depressed and you seem to have no energy to do anything. I just want to confirm that this is not a side effect of the deal you made with the Green of All Things?"

Pamela shook her head gently and said: "It has nothing to do with that. The deal we reached is still quite fair. I became its spokesperson and helped it maintain the stability of the plant world. It gave me the power to control plants. "

After speaking, Pamela gently pointed to the dwarf pine next to Schiller with her hand. In an instant, the branches that were originally cut sparsely became lush again, and the shape became very beautiful and full of vitality.

"I am really amazed, miss. I am not referring to this ability, but your aesthetics. Yesterday, I trimmed here for half an hour, but it only made this poor tree look one step closer to death."

"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what state they are in to grow best, and this is what humans think of as vitality."

Pamela briefly explained and then continued to answer Schiller's previous question: "This is my old problem. About every two months, I will have a very depressed period of time. I feel that I have no energy to do anything. I have been like this since I was a child, and it has nothing to do with the green of all things."

"Will drinking coffee or tea make it better?" Schiller asked.

"That's not sleepiness. I am very awake. I just don't want to do anything. However, lying at home doesn't make me feel better. Instead, it makes me feel more uncomfortable." Pamela frowned slightly and said.

"I thought I was depressed. I went to the hospital to do those tests, but the results of the tests were high and low. There was no result after pathological examination." Pamela seemed a little helpless.

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

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

"This may be a sequelae of childhood depression." Schiller made a judgment and said, "Your childhood depression has healed itself with age and changes in the environment. In childhood, long-term low moods have become a part of your life."

Schiller dragged a long tail tone, then sighed and said, "Even if you are taking antidepressants now, , it's useless, because that kind of depression is actually just your illusion, the sequelae of the shadow of childhood, not any real physical disease. "Then, he looked at Pamela's green eyes and said, "If you feel uneasy, you can do another set of tests or check your brain waves, but I think it is unlikely to be treated with drugs. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can prescribe some placebo for you. " "No need, at least now, when I lie in bed, I can talk to plants. "Pamela shook her head gently and said, "These green little 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 tell her stories together. Being with the child will help you relieve your inner tension..."

Just when he said this, there was a rapid knock on the door. Schiller frowned and shouted, "Come in."

Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and walked in. She said seriously, "Sheriff Gordon just called. There was a murder case in Wayne Hospital. The deceased was an internist. Mr. Wayne hopes you can go there now."

"But I'm giving..."

Pamela immediately stood up and said, "I'll stop here. Professor, you go first."

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

Schiller sighed deeply, then looked at Mrs. Miller expectantly and said, "You should have told him that I'm busy, right?"

"On the contrary." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said, "I said, you're so idle that you're almost moldy, staying in the hospital every day, doing nothing!"

"Professor, what you do every day is to take the scissors from the inpatient department to the treatment room, and the pens from the treatment room to the inpatient department. I'll connect two carriages for you, and the transportation capacity is stronger than that of a train!"

Schiller covered his forehead. He was about to refuse when Mrs. Miller walked to the door, closed the door, and said, "You can't hide from your students for a lifetime like you hide from your enemies. No matter what mistakes he makes, you will always meet again."

After Mrs. Miller closed the door, Schiller glanced at the table, sighed deeply, and then said, "I really didn't expect that one day I would not want to see Batman so much... I'm really a clown, oh no, the clown only feels sorry for Batman."