Chapter 1137 Schiller Is Not at Work Today (Part 2)

Schiller opened the door of his office again, and when he found Mrs. Miller still standing inside, he slammed the door shut and turned away.

Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, and a high-pitched shout came from inside the door. She said, "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me right away why you gave the newsboy double the tip, I will call your housekeeper..."

Schiller opened the door, sighed, looked at Mrs. Miller and said, "Good lady, can't I pity those homeless little guys?"

"But your generous behavior will only make them not deliver other people's newspapers properly. Someone has complained to me that he just forgot to tip one day, and the ink on the newspaper was smeared into a ball."

Schiller pursed his lips, crossed the desk, reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and then said, "But if I don't give it now, the ink on my newspaper will also be smeared into a ball tomorrow."

"I will go Teach them a lesson, let them send the best quality newspapers to every subscriber every day. If they don't want to do this, then get out of here. "

Suddenly, she looked down at the watch again, and then said: "It's time for Dr. Brand to prescribe again. I have to go and see if there are any mistakes in his spelling... This is really your two's specialty!"

Mrs. Miller turned and left after she finished speaking. Schiller whispered to himself: "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham, so terrible..."

Schiller had just sat on the sofa for a while when the phone behind the glass screen wall rang again. He picked up the phone, but a strange voice came from the other side: "Hello, Professor Schiller, I have some psychological questions and want to ask you for advice. "

Schiller hung up the phone with a snap, looked up at the ceiling, and said, "Three, two, one..."

The phone rang again just after the word "one". After he picked it up again, the other party said, "Excuse me, professor, I know this is the hospital's internal line, but I just hope to get your help."

"Okay, what's your question?"

"Can I meet you and talk?" The other party's voice was not urgent. Although it was a question, it always gave people a sense of confidence that they would get a positive answer. Schiller paused, glanced at his watch, and then said, "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening now. You know, late-night talks are not good for your body and mood, right?"

"Sorry, but I really only have one answer. "There is a time to come" for a while. "The tone of the other party is also slow, not as if it is anxious to ask for help. Schiller sighed slightly and said," The nurse has been off work, and the hospital is close. Let's talk on the phone. " At a glance, you said, "This is not normal. You need to be treated. Do you have time tomorrow? I think we can talk, no matter what you have, you can talk to me." "Sorry, tomorrow I have no time, I have to do what, and what must be done." The tone of the other party suddenly said to Siller quickly, "Is this not normal? "Don't be excited, think about the consequences before doing things." Schiller said to the phone on the phone: "Everyone must be responsible for what he does for himself, and impulses will only bring evil results." Suddenly, there was a slight disappointment with a sound. "Yes, judging from your voice, you should still be young. Don't go astray. Think about your friends and family, and don't let down those who love you." Schiller said slowly and forcefully, "No matter what the hatred is, violent means will definitely bring the worst results." "Every psychiatrist says so. "

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "That means we all hope you can live a better life. Believe me, we..."

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone. Schiller slowly put down the receiver. At the moment he put the receiver back on the phone, his hand exerted a little force and made a crisp "click".

Then he squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and pulled down the telephone line connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone never rang again, and no one came to inform that someone wanted to make an appointment for treatment.

Schiller sighed and sat back behind his desk. He turned around and found that the leaves on the ground had been cleaned up. His complexion was better, but after a while, the door was knocked again. This time it was Jason who walked in.

He looked like he had run a long way. His cheeks were a little red, but he looked energetic. When he saw Schiller, he waved and said hello.

When he ran to the desk, Schiller reached out and touched his head, then said, "What's wrong? Why are you here so late? "

Just as Jason was about to speak, he showed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "Just say what you want to say. What's wrong?"

"Well, I... I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." Jason's expression was a little tangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would be angry. He immediately explained: "It's like this. Dick's condition has not been very good recently. The tires told me that he seemed a little irritable and seemed to quarrel with Bruce frequently."

"I went to his house to visit him. Bruce told me that he had a lot of things to do and there was often no one at home. Dick might be too lonely, so I wanted to accompany him. Of course, I heard that the butler Alfred is a master of guns, and I want to learn some skills from him."

"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller did not question Jason's decision, but asked. Unexpectedly, Jason sighed deeply and said, "I think he may have reached his rebellious period."

"He has been investigating his grandfather's case, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he had begun to assist Batman in investigating the case, but recently, Batman has been busy making antidotes and has not been out much to investigate the case. ..."

"He doesn't know chemistry or mechanical engineering, so he can't help at all. Even Aisha is in kindergarten. He may feel that no one pays attention to him and no one values ​​him, so he went to the rooftop of Gotham for several nights in a row."

"Once, he was bumped by Selina, and Selina told Bruce about it. Bruce felt that it was unsafe for him to do so, so he wanted me to help keep an eye on Dick."

Jason said helplessly: "Dick wants to help everyone. If he can't help, he will feel anxious. He especially wants to help Batman and seek a peace of mind to enjoy his current life."

"It seems that he has reached the rebellious period." Schiller concluded: "Or it is not accurate to say that it is a rebellious period. It should be said that it is an emotionally sensitive period in growth, and rebellion is just one of the manifestations."

"Have his biological parents come to visit him?" Schiller asked again. He did not forget that Dick's biological parents are still alive and living a peaceful life in Blüdhaven.

Jason shook his head and said, "His grandfather's case has not been solved, and the shadow has always been hanging over their heads. He doesn't want his parents to show up too much and attract the attention of possible enemies."

"When do you plan to move there?" Schiller asked.

"Well, professor, I know that you don't like me to get too close to Batman. I also know that he has a lot of troubles and too many people are watching him." Jason's face was full of thoughtfulness that he shouldn't have at his age.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Schiller and asked, "Will you be unhappy if I move there?"

Schiller shook his head and looked at him and said, "If you want to save Gotham, you can only follow his pace. I can teach you some theoretical knowledge, but I don't want to and can't save Gotham."

"What do you want to do?" Jason's eyes flashed with a strange light, that kind of pure curiosity can only be seen in the eyes of children.

"Me?" Schiller smiled and said, "Maybe I want to save the world."

After Jason left, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, but then he put one hand on the armrest, squinting one eye and opening one eye, looking bored, as if he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the telephone line he cut through the glass screen wall. After thinking for a while, Schiller walked to the door and called the nurse, pointing at the phone and said, "Please call a repairman to help me connect the telephone line."

Suddenly, he paused, his eyes turned, and then said to the nurse, "Forget it, no need... Help me hide the telephone line in the cabinet, don't let Mrs. Miller find it, I'll go to the ward upstairs."

After saying that, Schiller raised the corner of his mouth, walked sideways from the nurse, and watched him leave quickly. The nurse shook her head in confusion and went to pick up the telephone line.

When Schiller pushed open the door of Jonathan's ward again, Jonathan was making the bed. He looked Schiller up and down again. Before he could speak, Schiller said, "I won't be teaching this semester, so I have a lot of free time. I just found something interesting. Do you want to see it?"

"I'm not as free as you." Jonathan paused for a moment, then continued to make the bed. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the middle of the room and sat down. He tilted his head and looked at Jonathan and said, "Are you really not interested?"

Two minutes later, the two sat on chairs on both sides of the table, staring at the phone in the middle of the table with bright eyes.

Schiller leaned forward and said, "He just found my office and connected to the internal line there. I cut the phone line. According to the time, he should call again."

Jonathan pursed his lips and said, "Creating a sense of ubiquitous surveillance? Such an old-fashioned routine, is there anyone who still uses it? Could it be those bumpkins in the Metropolitan?"

"Shh." Schiller made a "silence" gesture again, and the two continued to stare at the phone. About 30 seconds later, a shrill phone ring sounded.

Schiller counted down about five numbers, then picked up the phone and said to the other end, "Hello, patient's family, I am Schiller, the doctor who is making rounds. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"

After saying this, Schiller placed the telephone receiver horizontally in the middle of the table. He and Jonathan leaned over and listened to a pretentiously deep voice coming from the phone.

"Hello, Professor Schiller, it's me. I just couldn't get through to your office, so I can only call here to find you. I'm sorry to bother you during your rounds."

Jonathan immediately gestured to Schiller, meaning for me to come. Schiller gestured to him "OK". Jonathan picked up the receiver and said to the phone in an aria-like tone:

"Marilyn! Are you okay? I really miss you. I really didn't expect that my family would be so opposed to our marriage! Every day I spend here, I am tortured by missing you!"

"Oh my God! Mr. Klein! Don't get excited. I know that hearing your fiancée's voice again makes you feel very sad, but please take a deep breath immediately!"

"What are you talking about?" The voice on the other side revealed a hint of doubt.

"I'm sorry, Marilyn! Don't cry! I know you miss me too! Although we are thousands of miles apart, the moonlight can make us talk to each other. My dear love, please don't forget me--"

"I'm sorry, family members of the patient, the patient is too emotional! I'm sorry to disturb you from talking about your feelings, but I have to hang up the phone."

"Finally, I want to say that your fiancé really loves you. Goodbye, Miss Marilyn!"

With a "click", the phone was hung up, and then a burst of unbridled laughter came from the ward, as happy as an innocent child.

In a mysterious room, a figure listened to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, standing there in a daze, with a big question mark above his head.

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