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, "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 flipped through the appointment records slowly, and then said, "Why didn't you call the appointment department in advance? I'm fully booked today, so I can't talk to you for a long time... Otherwise, I'll cancel the appointment first?"

Gordon frowned. , waved his hand and said: "No, there is nothing to discuss. I just hope you can agree to let Arkham Asylum accept those patients who need to be injected with antidotes. 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 now completely full. Wayne Hospital is larger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, which can barely make up 1,000 beds, but they are all full!"

"Aren't there many private hospitals in each district? If they don't accept patients, do 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 private hospitals are reducing beds. They are all profit-oriented. If they don't make money, they won't invest. No one will anticipate the medical resource crisis."

"Wayne Group and several famous engineering groups in the city are adding more beds non-stop, but most frozen patients need at least three days of infusion and four days of observation before they can be thawed and will not jump out and continue to go crazy."

Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because of the shortage of beds and insufficient nurses, many people do not have enough infusion time, and the antidote does not work completely. After thawing, they are still unconscious and have violent behavior. Therefore, 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 and decided to shorten the infusion cycle and send patients who are not recovering well or still have mental problems to Arkham Asylum."

"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but in fact, the probability is not high. It can happen to one in 20 or 30 people. I think that it is enough for the capacity of Arkham Asylum."

"They can be provided with tranquilizers here, or they can be restrained for a short time, and then supplemented with infusion."

"After diverting the patients, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it takes a while, the emergency medical facilities can be built. By then, this crisis will be completely over."

After Gordon finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair in a somewhat decadent manner. He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and sighed with satisfaction. From the outside, he must have been sleepless these days.

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

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

"The most important thing is that the doctors here are all psychiatrists. They haven't prescribed drugs other than psychiatric drugs for a long time. No one can perform internal medicine diagnosis and treatment, and no one can deal with serious trauma."

"I didn't expect it." Gordon shook his head, stood up and looked at Schiller and said, "We will screen the patients. Those with serious trauma or other diseases will not be sent here, but will be treated in other hospitals."

"As for 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 care can only rely on your nurses here."

"I can do this. Testify. "Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded at 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 opposite the desk, and then continued, "Sheriff Gordon is my friend, we are almost done talking, and it won't delay our next conversation."

Pamela's tone is always flat, and there is no expression. She shrugged indifferently, sat on the chair, looked at Sheriff Gordon and said:

"Selena complained to me that since she was arrested as a nurse, she hasn't been to Gotham at night for a long time. Even Bruce is worried that she will become ill from overwork. No one should continue to work overtime for 5 hours after working for 12 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 escape from you is a kind 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 work. You have to understand me. I am almost calling Barbara!"

"Well, things have become 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 it weren't for Professor Victor asking for leave for me, I should 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-school 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 his leather shoe, 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 devil eyes."

"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 to take 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 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 that, Pamela gently pointed to the dwarf pine next to Schiller. 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 aesthetic taste. 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 kind of state is most conducive to their growth, 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. On the contrary, it makes me feel more uncomfortable." Pamela frowned slightly and said.

"I thought I was depressed. I went to the hospital to do those test questions, but the test results 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 a checkup 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 up when I was a child."

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

Schiller dragged out a long tail tone, then sighed and said, "Even if you take antidepressants now, it's useless, because that kind of depression is actually just your illusion, a sequelae of the shadow of childhood, not really any physical disease."

Then, he looked into 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 that you can use drugs to treat it. If you really feel uncomfortable, I can prescribe some placebos for you."

"No need, at least now, when I lie in bed, I can talk to the plants." Pamela shook her head gently and said, "These green little guys are my best placebos."

"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 and talk to the child. Staying with your wife will help you relieve your inner tension..."

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

Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and walked in, saying seriously, "Sheriff Gordon just called and said that there was a murder in Wayne Hospital. The victim was a physician. Mr. Wayne hopes you can go there now."

"But I'm giving..."

Pamela immediately stood up and said, "I'll leave it to you, Professor. You're 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 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 and closed the door while saying, "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."

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