Chapter 73 25 Let Us Solemnly Welcome the Next Victim of the Evil Alchemist Mason: Zhou Keer! [850]

Chapter 73 25. Let’s solemnly welcome the next victim of the evil alchemist Mason: Zhou Keer! 【850】

(Additional update for the brothers of "The Insolence of Midsummer")

Dr. Harley Quinzel finally decided to spend some time in Mason's shop, and not just because the ridiculously young shopkeeper was kind enough to waive the cost of her medication.

What's more important is that she did drink a little too much at the colleague's party, and staggering all the way here is already an extraordinary performance.

As an intern working in Arkham Asylum, work stress is bound to exist and is generally much greater than that of neurologists elsewhere.

It is indeed a good choice to relax with a drink after get off work.

But now, Hallie felt that she had found a more effective alternative to relieve stress than alcohol, such as the golden potion that Mason was placing in front of her. Just the smell made her feel happy.

"Come on, give it a try."

Mason took the elixir off the counter, took a dose with a medicine spoon, put it into Harley's water, and made a "please" gesture to her.

Of course, as an excellent psychology expert, Ms. Harley was alert enough even when she was drunk. She picked up the water glass, sniffed it and glanced suspiciously at Mason, who was full of expectations.

she says:

"There's nothing illegal here, right?"

"That's a good question. Girls should learn to protect themselves outside."

Mason leaned on his counter, folded his arms and said:

"But let's think about it with Miss Harley's wisdom. Would an upright Gotham City Police Chief recommend his colleagues to come to a place where filth and evil are hidden?

You know Gordon, right?

You know what kind of person he is, and the stores he can actively recommend should be as strong as his character and integrity. Of course, I won't be angry if you don't drink.

This is just a friendly alchemist who wants to show his colleagues in the scientific field the magic of mysticism, so that we can move to the next topic more smoothly. "

"What you said makes sense."

Harley shook her head, which was a little dazed due to drunkenness, picked up the water glass, raised it to Mason, and said:

"Well, here's to alchemy or whatever."

After saying that, she drank all the water in the cup.

This action has a hint of boldness like a drunkard's.

Then, the drunken girl blinked her eyes and felt a wave of excitement rising from the bottom of her heart that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

It felt like the joy I felt when I practiced gymnastics since I was a child and reached the national finals. It also felt like the sense of mission and accomplishment I felt when I entered society after graduating from medical school.

It's like all the good things in your past life have been awakened at this moment, crushing the haze in your heart with one punch and bringing the simplest and purest happiness back to yourself.

"I feel like I want to sing and dance now"

Dr. Zequiel covered his heart with his cheeks flushed and said to Mason:

"Is this normal? Or is it some sort of 'magical side effect'?"

"It's normal."

Mason rubbed his chin and said:

"But to be able to reach this level of happiness in such a short period of time, it seems that you are usually really depressed. I heard that many doctors at Arkham Asylum couldn't stand the working environment and left their jobs. Is it really that bad?"

"It's not bad except that it's really bad."

Driven by the inner excitement, she began to complain to Mason:

"You know that the mildest patients in Arkham have the most severe delusions, schizophrenia and antisocial personality are the norm there, and there are a lot of weird and unique specimens.

In the field of psychology and spirituality, Arkham Asylum is simply a 'mecca' for practitioners. As a doctor working in the Holy Land, what can I complain about? "

"It does sound interesting."

Mason looked at Harley Zequiel, who seemed to be cheerful all of a sudden, and said:

"So based on your professional knowledge, is the medicine I just provided you that can cheer up the spirit and produce positive happiness useful to your patients?"

"Well."

The young man's question immediately stopped Dr. Harley.

She stopped where she was and frowned, taking a closer look at her current state.

As a professional psychiatrist, she could easily tell the difference between the chaotic happiness brought about by chemical drugs and the positive uplifting feeling that filled the soul at this time.

But she couldn't draw conclusions easily, so she said:

"I need to confirm that this magical potion is not addictive, and why are you asking this question?"

"Because I'm doing my own experiments too, Dr. Harley."

Mason took out several potions of different colors and shapes from the counter and placed them in front of the doctor. He introduced them from left to right:

"Joy potions, sedatives, palliatives, refreshing potions, confusion potions, and the most exaggerated potions, these are the same series of magic potions. Their common feature is that they all work on people's emotional and mental states. .

The vitality potion that you and Gordon obeyed before also falls into this category, but it is instantaneous, while the potions I took out are all medium to long-term.

Take for example the elation potion you just drank.

I'm only giving you a third of the normal dose, but it's still going to keep you feeling positive and happy for four hours. "

The young man said to Dr. Harley Quinzel, who was stunned, in a very professional alchemist's tone:

"I have tested the effects of these potions on ordinary people and normal people, but I still lack some strong evidence to prove that my potions can be effective for individuals in any situation.

I mean those with extremely extreme emotional and mental disorders, commonly known as "mental patients".

Where else can be more suitable than the regular residents of Arkham?"

"Shua"

Harley was completely sober.

She stepped back a few steps cautiously, looking at the young Mason with the eyes of a big villain, then grabbed something in her handbag and said fiercely:

"You want to use my patients for experiments? Do you think I will help you? Do you know that this is against medical ethics!"

"I know, I just don't care."

Mason leaned on the counter and shrugged, saying:

"Because Arkham Asylum is the new drug testing site of the medical department of Wayne Industries, this kind of thing has long been known to the whole Gotham, no, the whole country.

When there is no news to write, the Daily Planet in Metropolis will publish a few real-time interviews to scold you.

I also heard from Gordon that you will cooperate with some government departments to select those hopeless prisoners in the asylum for some "inhumane" experiments.

If I remember correctly, the project is called "Suicide Squad."

Mason's words made Dr. Harley's face dim. Obviously, she knew some dark inside stories about Arkham Asylum.

But she still shook her head and refused, saying:

"That's the behavior of my superiors, I can't control it. But at least I can control my own hands. I won't cooperate with you to use these medicines without production dates, or even specific formulas and precautions on my patients!

Although I admit that it is indeed very effective."

"Okay, you are a doctor with medical ethics, I admire you very much."

Mason nodded and seemed to give up, but the next moment, he changed the subject, took out his ID card from Dr. Leslie's clinic and waved it, saying:

"As you can see, I am actually a nursing practitioner. My superiors in the clinic often told me that the doctor's duty is to save the dying and the wounded, and to be able to cure the patient is the only way to be a good nurse. It is the most basic professional ethics of a doctor.

If you can't even do the most basic surgery properly, then no matter how good your medical ethics are, you are still a quack.

Then Dr. Harley, I have to ask you a question.

How many patients have you cured in the long time you have worked in Arkham Asylum? Or let's extend it, how many patients have been discharged alive since the establishment of Arkham Asylum?

Although Arkham Asylum is not the "famous" St. Elizabeth's Asylum in history, I think there is no difference between the two in terms of treatment efficiency.

They are all offices of the devil in hell set up on earth. "

Harley Quinzel was stunned by this question.

Generally speaking, patients who can be sent to Arkham basically don't expect to be discharged. Being sent there means life imprisonment, even she, a doctor, thinks so.

Cure your own patients?

What a joke!

On her first day at work, the director told her that her and all the doctors' job is to ensure that the patient's condition does not deteriorate.

There was no mention of treatment at all.

If Arkham's patients were so easily cured, that place wouldn't have become a "holy land" in the fields of criminal psychology and mental science.

When she was silent, Mason spoke again:

"I know that in the field of mental science, you 'scientific alchemists' also use chemical synthetic drugs to treat patients' mental disorders.

So in terms of methodology, there is actually no difference between us.

I can at least guarantee that my potions are extracted from pure natural substances and absolutely do not contain any harmful substances.

Of course, if you insist on the formula and FDA license, I can't get one for you. But Dr. Harley, do you want to be a quack with medical ethics?

Or do you want to fulfill the oath you made to your patients when you became a doctor?

Anyway, modern medicine has proved that you can't cure Arkham's patients, so why not draw some inspiration from ancient wisdom?

Just give your patients a chance, and give yourself a chance."

The young man curled his lips and whispered:

"How much worse can it be? Their condition can't get any worse, and you know this very well. How about this."

Mason unscrewed the stopper of the demulcent he had finally prepared, and dripped a drop into his mouth in front of Dr. Harley.

As the potion flowed into his throat, he quickly felt his mind calm down rapidly, and his emotions quickly soothed to the most peaceful state.

He said:

"I drink a little of all the drugs before giving them to you to prove that they are harmless. It only takes one try, just like the medical department of Wayne Industries uses them to test new drugs.

If it doesn't work, I will apologize to you.

If it works, I can provide these drugs to you for a long time to help your patients and complete my experiments.

Other than that, I won't take a penny."

"I"

Harley was moved by what she said.

She thought of a patient friend of hers. Since she joined Arkham Asylum, she has been witnessing that poor man struggling with an uncontrollable desire for destruction.

She really wanted to help the girl who was about her age.

"Okay, I can try, but only this once!"

Harley Quinzel gritted her teeth, glared at Mason, looked at the various potions in front of her, and asked:

"How to use these things?"

“Very well matched.”

Mason immediately showed a very friendly and gentle smile. He patiently explained the usage, and then watched the doctor leave with the medicine.

He is very confident in his potion,

Because wizards in the world of Hogwarts have a long history of using these drugs to treat mental illness, this is ancient wisdom that has stood the test of time.

"I wonder if Zhou Keer can still go crazy after drinking a bottle of sedatives and palliatives every day?"

Mason lay on the counter and thought maliciously:

"If I can cure that bastard, maybe Batman will give me a one-ton solid gold medal? Of course, even if I can't cure it, there is no loss. It's not anyone else who suffers anyway.

For what that bastard has done, using him as a guinea pig is an advantage. "

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Dr. Harley soon returned to Arkham Asylum.

The vitality potion kindly gifted by Mason is very effective and keeps her energetic even when she stays up late at work.

But she was not a fool who could be played with by others. Before actually giving these potions to patients, she took them to find her "good friend" in Arkham.

"Ivy."

Harley walked into a single "VIP" ward and said to the slender figure sitting cross-legged with her back to her and facing the green wall:

"How are you today?"

"If you think it's normal for me to be eager to burn down all the chemical plants and nature-destroying bastards in Gotham, then I have to admit that I'm having a great time today."

A hoarse voice with a hint of mania answered Dr. Harley's question.

The latter sighed and walked forward without being as fearful as the other doctors. She took out the potion in her arms and placed it next to the patient who was marked as "extremely dangerous".

She whispered:

"Ivy, I need your ability to sense toxins to do me a favor and help me see if these drugs are harmful?"

"Another miserable compound?"

The woman with long fiery red hair but weird green skin and unique scales said in disgust:

"I told you, Harley, these pathetic industrial artifacts are of no use to anyone in this prison, and everyone here deserves to die!

including me. "

"Just think of it as doing me a favor, Ivy."

Dr. Harley, who had always been very cold and independent in front of outsiders, begged like a coquettish person in front of her good friends.

The dangerous patient sighed as if he could not refuse this request, so he picked up the medicine bottle containing the palliative and twisted it open under his nostrils and took a sniff.

"Huh? The fragrance of the plants is extracted and boiled using a unique method, and some power I don't understand is used to enhance the healing effects of the plants used as materials.

Not adulterated with even a trace of the disgusting chemicals of modern industry.

It comes from nature.

This is a gift from nature, no doubt about it! "

The tone of the green-skinned woman who was full of disgust for everything became extremely soft at this moment.

She held the potion in her hand and said:

"Harry, it is not only harmless but also full of wisdom. Just smelling this pure, natural and pollution-free fragrance makes me intoxicated. Tell me!

Where did you find these goodies?

I can feel it working for me.

Yes, the consciousness left in the plant is telling me that it can soothe my anger and mania. "

The next moment, Dr. Harley didn't even have time to stop him when he saw his good friend raised his head and drank most of the potion in the bottle. It was like drinking the most mellow wine, and even made a hoarse and comfortable moan.

After just ten seconds, this patient with severe mania and a terrifying antisocial personality calmed down.

She opened her eyes.

Those green jewel-like pupils have never been so calm.

She looked at the surprised Harry with gratitude and said:

"Thank you, Harley. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long time and I think I'll have a good night's sleep tonight."

A few minutes later, Dr. Harley closed the door of the ward gently and looked into the room again.

His good friend, the top villain in Gotham known as "Poison Ivy", was lying on the bed and sleeping quietly like a baby, with the corners of her seductive mouth even curling up into a smile.

Dr. Harley wonders what Poison Ivy was dreaming about.

But she was certain that it was definitely not a dream of destroying all the heavy industries in Gotham City and burning the villains who disrespected nature with fire from the sky.

"Is it really that magical?"

Dr. Harley looked at the medicine bottle in her hand in surprise. She pursed her lips and decided to try again. Then she quickly came to another single VIP ward.

Through the iron door, she said to the thin figure inside who was playing cards with his back to her with a strange and joyful sharp laugh that even she was not aware of:

"Hi, Mr. J, I brought you something good for your physical and mental health."

"Ha, my Harley baby, you brought me Batman?"

The guy in the iron gate made a joke, which made Dr. Harley laugh.

But she shook her head seriously as if flirting, and while opening the iron door, she said:

"Of course it's not the Batman who makes people sick, but it's really good for your physical and mental health. Promise me that you will take the medicine tonight."