Perhaps it was because the brief sunny day had just passed and the dark clouds had not yet had time to completely close, so the dusk in Gotham looked particularly bright. The golden-red sunset light, which no Gothamite had ever seen before, came all the way north along the Gotham River. Go to the deserted island near the North District and shine the old fence that is being demolished at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.
The workers were dismantling the old guardrail, erecting the new solid fence and hammering it into the ground. The moist smell of the turned-up soil was mixed with the smell of paint, which was blown away by the sea breeze after a while.
This weather-beaten old lunatic asylum finally received a new lease of life. It was moved from the mainland in the southwest of Gotham's North District to a small island on the north shore of Gotham, and its area was expanded more than ten times.
Just an ordinary psychiatric hospital does not need to occupy an entire island, but the newly built Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has research centers in psychiatry, brain science, psychology, etc., and there are also Research and laboratories in chemistry, cryogenics, botany, human life, mechanical dynamics, etc.
Of course, their official name is not a science laboratory, but "Arkham Psychiatric Hospital Patient Interaction Center."
The reason why Arkham Asylum, which had just been renovated, was moved in such a hurry and expanded to this extent has to start with the turning point in Schiller's career.
Previously, Schiller temporarily suspended his teaching position at Gotham University and returned to practice as an attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.
Bruce's view on this is that this opportunity is rare, and it is time for Schiller to lead the mentally abnormal villains in Gotham to study.
So, he took matters into his own hands and built a base camp for all the lunatics.
There are all kinds of high-tech laboratories, and expensive and scarce experimental materials are inexhaustible. Even the corpse materials for human experiments are provided by gangsters and delivered on the same day, ensuring freshness.
Gone are the days of making troubles for experimental equipment and raw materials, and killing people for illegal human experiments. Batman uses his money power to surrender all the villains in Gotham, as long as he can produce results , everything is negotiable.
So, after the grand scene of gang bosses crazily rushing into Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, another spectacular scene appeared. The overly mentally evil villains in Gotham City were actively admitted to the hospital, but they were completely unable to occupy the ward.
In the office of the attending physician at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller unbuttoned his suit jacket, hung up his suit jacket, put on his white coat, and brought his stethoscope and notebook.
The nurse outside the door took out a list from the folder in her hand and handed it to Schiller who walked out, and said: "Professor, you are responsible for the rounds from the first to the second floor today and have three separate conversations. This is the schedule." , do you have any questions?"
Schiller glanced at the schedule in his hand, took out the pen from his pocket, signed it and handed it back to the nurse. The nurse turned to the other side at the next intersection, while Schiller walked straight forward to the elevator.
The newly built Arkham Psychiatric Hospital still adopts the Wayne family's favorite retro style, with dark blue wallpaper and brown-red walls. The top is decorated with naturalistic plaster lines. The wall lamps imitate Victorian candlesticks, except for the elevator floor. In addition to carpets, the rest are paved with fine diamond-shaped black and red floor tiles.
The metal walls around the elevator were painted a luxurious gold. When Schiller was observing the patterns on the wallpaper, the elevator shook slightly. The first floor was reached, and Schiller walked out.
I happened to meet Mrs. Miller in the corridor. Seeing Schiller's neat clothes, Mrs. Miller nodded with satisfaction. Schiller nodded slightly in return, and the two passed by.
In addition to higher building and facility specifications, the new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has also become more professional. The Wayne Group has hired more than twenty experienced psychiatrists, many of whom are Schiller's old classmates and former colleagues. Some of them are his students, and a group of experienced nurses have also been hired.
When there are more people, it is natural to need standardized management, including doctor's rules, medical uniforms, time arrangements, and work distribution. No matter from which point of view, the newly built Arkham Asylum is already a modern mental illness hospital.
For this reason, Schiller renewed his license as a psychiatrist and psychologist, and wore doctor's clothing during diagnosis and ward rounds. Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary psychological implications and pressure, he did not talk to patients alone when talking to them individually. Need not.
Schiller, who came back from the ward rounds, put on his suit again. Just as he was buttoning the buttons, the nurse knocked on the door of the office and said outside the door: "Mr. Sionis applied to be under his personal care." Ward complete today’s conversation and if you approve, I’ll go get the keys.”
Schiller paused while buttoning, and the nurse opened the door. Schiller looked at her and asked, "Roman Sionis? His trial is over?"
"Yes, six charges including murder, plead guilty but insane, and finally sentenced to twenty years in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital."
"He's not in the special care unit?" Schiller asked.
The nurse shook her head and said, "Mrs. Miller said he was just a grumpy young man who didn't need special care, and his crime wasn't serious enough. There's no place for him in the special care ward."
"This is my first conversation with him, right? How is his attitude?" Schiller asked while adjusting his tie.
"He said he was your student and was looking forward to meeting you. At the same time, he wanted to know Bruce Wayne's movements, but we didn't talk to him."
Schiller said as he walked out: "That's right, Sionnis may have serious violent tendencies, don't get close to him."
He got into the elevator again, and this time the nurse followed him and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Schiller looked back at her and said, "You mean, if he is my student, should you give him some preferential treatment? Some time ago, he accused me of mental abuse of students, which almost cost me my job."
"Just because we know that, we want to ask if we should give him some extra 'preferential treatment'?" The nurse said this with an expressionless face and a calm tone, and Schiller looked into her eyes.
The nurse shook her head and said: "This is an unspoken rule of the lunatic asylum. If a patient is difficult to deal with, we will give him enough medication to try not to let him cause trouble to the doctors and others."
"Mrs. Miller asked you to come here, right?" Schiller turned his head and said, "I will give you a list later. People on the list should not be given too many sedatives, and should use as little tranquillizers as possible. , to avoid affecting their brains.”
When the elevator door opened, Schiller pushed up his glasses and said, "After all, Mr. Wayne, who funded the construction of the new hospital, is not doing charity. They still have academic targets to complete."
The nurse nodded and led Schiller to the door of a ward on the second floor. The nursing ward, as the name suggests, is a ward that needs to be cared for, which is half a prison.
Many psychiatric hospitals house guilty but mentally disturbed criminals. They do not live in wards with multiple beds where they can communicate and move freely like other patients. Instead, they live with iron bars and guards and need to talk regularly. and inspection nursing wards.
After Schiller walked in, the entire ward was divided into two halves, separated by waist-height walls and iron railings in the upper half. There was a small, half-person-high door with a lock at the end of the room, which was used by patients for daily use. In and out.
There was a security guard standing in the room. Seeing Schiller come in, he nodded and said: "Doctor, the registration form is over there. The first and second pages need to be signed. The conversation should not exceed two hours. Once the time is up, I’ll knock on the door to let you know, and if anything unexpected happens, call me.”
Schiller nodded and sat down on a single seat outside the railing. After the security guard went out, Schiller stood up, tapped the railing lightly with his finger, and shouted: "Roman?"
Roman, who was lying on the single bed at the end of the room, turned over and saw that it was Schiller. He immediately sat up and rushed to the railing. He held the railing with both hands and shook it while shouting.
"You are indeed fine! Did Bruce Wayne help you get out of jail?! You only follow him because he is rich enough! He can help you solve all kinds of troubles! You are all like this!!"
Schiller crossed one leg over the other, his leather shoes faintly reflecting the light of the ceiling chandelier. He looked at Roman calmly and said, "The nurse told me that you were looking forward to meeting me. I thought you had something more." You want to talk to me about value."
Roman seemed to be choked suddenly, and the fire of anger in his heart was extinguished by a basin of cold water. Schiller stood up, picked up the registration form and began to sign, while lowering his head and speaking.
"I don't care if you accuse me. For a mentally ill person, any abnormal behavior is traceable, but for me, your behavior of instigating my students is still unforgivable, and obviously you are not Accept that I am not being tried for your accusations.”
"In this case, we don't have to embarrass each other. I will transfer the task of talking to you to Dr. Brand. After about forty minutes of basic questioning, you will never have to see me again."
"Wait." Roman shouted: "You can't, you can't... You ignore me so much just because I am not as valuable as Bruce Wayne! But this is not fair at all. Am I not your student? Wei. Well, he’s not that good at academics either!”
"Yes." Schiller did not deny it. He still sat there with his hands on his legs and said: "But excellence is not the only criterion for judging a person. You pay too much attention to Bruce Wayne. You forget that the first priority is to cure your own mental illness."
"I'm not sick!"
"I'm afraid your defense attorney won't like what you say." Schiller straightened his body, leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees and said, "Mr. Sionis, I hope you understand one thing. I am not a savior, and I will not feel that I have the responsibility to cure you just because you have personality trauma caused by domestic violence.”
"Aren't you a doctor?!"
"Yes, so I understand that I can't save everyone in the world." Schiller stood up as if he had completely lost interest in the conversation, straightened the edges of his suit, and looked at Roman.
"I will take other patients seriously because they have talent and value. Mr. Sionis, if you don't make yourself valuable enough, then I'm afraid you won't be here long."
Schiller's tone dropped to the bottom in his last sentence, trying to give Roman some hints. This was the limit of what he could do.
Black Mask's Roman Sionis, along with Silent Thomas Elliott, previously accused Schiller of mind-controlling and abusing students. Putting this aside, neither of them are very talented people, at least not suitable. Gotham now.
Bruce has fully taken over the secret communication channels of serial killers. Various lunatics and killers frequently exchange information in newspapers about the abundant scientific research resources provided by Arkham Psychiatric Hospital specifically for born lunatics. People who are born in poverty want to enter the luxury With a handful, even those who are not short of money want to come in and compete with the masters.
The personal care ward means more private space, and the quota is extremely precious. If Roman doesn't hurry up and do something, someone will soon make this wasted ward vacant.
Schiller had done his best. He opened the door to the ward in advance, walked out amidst Roman's yelling, nodded to the security guard, and then laid his eyes on the newspaper in the security guard's hand.
"Doctor, do you want to read the newspaper?" The security guard smiled and handed the newspaper to Schiller. Schiller wanted to refuse, but the security guard waved his hand and said, "You are not allowed to read the newspaper during working hours, please be sure. Help me hide it from Mrs. Miller, I'm going in."
After speaking, he handed the newspaper to Schiller. Schiller did not make any more excuses, but opened the newspaper and looked at a piece of news written in bold text on the front page.
"Bandage murderer Thomas Elliot was arrested at 2pm today and has been taken to the Florence Super Prison to await legal verdict."
(End of chapter)
