Chapter 1429 New Arkham (Part 1)

Perhaps because the short sunny day had just passed and the dark clouds had not yet completely closed, the dusk in Gotham was particularly rich and colorful. The golden-red sunset light that no Gotham people had ever seen went all the way north along the Gotham River to the deserted island near the North District, shining brightly on the old fence that was being dismantled at the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

The workers were dismantling the old guardrails, erecting new solid fences and pounding them heavily into the ground. The damp smell of the turned soil mixed with the smell of paint, and was soon blown away by the sea breeze.

This weathered old lunatic asylum finally ushered in a new life. It was moved from the mainland in the southwest of Gotham's North District to an island on the north shore of Gotham, and the area was expanded by 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 for psychiatry, brain science, psychology, etc. At the same time, there are research and laboratories for chemistry, cryogenics, botany, human life science, mechanical dynamics, etc. on the island.

Of course, their official name is not a scientific laboratory, but "Arkham Hospital Patient Communication and Activity Center".

Why did the newly renovated Arkham Asylum move so quickly and expand to this extent? It all started with the turning point of Schiller's career.

Before, Schiller temporarily suspended his teaching position at Gotham University and became the attending physician of Arkham Hospital and resumed his practice.

Bruce's view on this is that this is a rare opportunity, and it's time for Schiller to lead all the mentally abnormal villains in Gotham to study.

So he personally 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 the gangs and delivered on the same day to ensure freshness.

The days of making a fuss for experimental equipment and raw materials and killing people for illegal human experiments are gone. Batman uses his money power to support all the villains in Gotham. As long as there are results, everything can be discussed.

So, following the grand scene of the gangster bosses rushing into Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, another spectacular scene appeared. The overly mental evil villains in Gotham City actively admitted to the hospital, but they could not get a ward at all.

In the office of the attending physician of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller unbuttoned his suit jacket, hung up the suit jacket he took off, put on a white coat, and brought a stethoscope and a notebook.

The nurse outside the door took out a list from the folder in her hand and handed it to Schiller who walked out of the door, and said: "Professor, you are responsible for the rounds on the first and second floors today, and there are three separate conversations. This is the schedule. Do you have any questions?"

Schiller glanced at the schedule in his hand, took out a pen from his pocket, signed it and handed it back to the nurse. The nurse turned to the other side at the next intersection, and Schiller walked straight forward to the elevator.

The newly built Arkham Psychiatric Hospital still adopts the retro style that the Wayne family likes best, with dark blue wallpaper and brown-red walls, the top is decorated with naturalistic plaster lines, the wall lamps imitate Victorian candlesticks, and except for the carpet on the elevator floor, the rest are paved with fine diamond-shaped black and red floor tiles.

The metal walls around the elevator are painted luxurious gold. When Schiller was observing the patterns on the wallpaper, the elevator shook slightly, and the first floor arrived, and Schiller walked out.

He happened to meet Mrs. Miller in the corridor. Seeing Schiller's neat dress, Mrs. Miller nodded with satisfaction, and Schiller also nodded slightly in return, and the two passed by.

In addition to higher specifications for buildings and facilities, the new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has also become more professional. The Wayne Group has hired more than 20 experienced psychiatrists, some of whom are Schiller's old classmates, former colleagues, and some are his students. At the same time, a group of experienced nurses have also been hired.

With more staff, standardized management is naturally needed, including doctor's code, medical uniforms, time arrangement, and work allocation. No matter from which angle, the newly built Arkham Asylum is already a modern mental hospital.

Therefore, Schiller renewed his license as a psychiatrist and psychologist, and wore doctor's uniform during diagnosis and ward rounds. Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary psychological suggestion and pressure, he did not wear it when talking to patients alone.

After returning from the ward rounds, Schiller changed into his suit again. Just as he was buttoning his clothes, the nurse knocked on the door of the office and said outside the door: "Mr. Sionis applied to complete today's conversation in his personal care ward. If you approve, I will go to get the key."

Schiller paused in buttoning, and the nurse opened the door. Schiller looked at her and asked: "Roman Sionis? Is his trial over?"

"Yes, six charges including murder, guilty but insane defense, and finally sentenced to twenty years in prison in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital."

"Is he not in the special care ward?" Schiller asked.

The nurse shook her head and said, "Mrs. Miller said he was just a hot-tempered young man and didn't need special care. And his crime wasn't serious enough to warrant a place 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. He also wanted to know Bruce Wayne's movements, but we didn't talk to him."

Schiller said as he walked out: "That's right, Sionis may have serious violent tendencies, don't get close to him."

Take the elevator again, this time the nurse followed him and said: "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

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 made me lose my job."

"Because we know this, we want to ask whether we should give him some extra 'preferential treatment'?" The nurse said this expressionlessly and calmly, and Schiller looked into her eyes.

The nurse shook her head and said, "This is the imperceptible rule of the mental hospital. If there is a patient who is difficult to deal with, we will give him enough medicine and try not to cause trouble to the doctor and others."

"Did Mrs. Miller ask you to come here?" Schiller turned his head back and said, "I will give you a list later. Don't give too many sedatives to the people on the list, and use as few tranquilizers as possible to avoid affecting their brains."

The elevator door opened, and Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "After all, Mr. Wayne, who paid for the construction of the new hospital, is not doing charity. They still have academic indicators 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 mental hospitals will accommodate guilty but mentally ill criminals. They do not live in wards with multiple beds, where they can communicate and move freely like other patients, but live in nursing wards with iron railings and guards, and need regular conversations and examinations.

After Schiller walked in, the entire ward was divided into two halves, separated by a waist-high wall and an iron railing in the upper part. At the end of the room, there was a small half-person-high door with a lock for patients to enter and exit.

There was a security guard standing in the room. When Schiller came in, he nodded and said, "Doctor, the registration form is over there. Both the first and second pages need to be signed. The conversation time must not exceed two hours. When the time is up, I will knock on the door to signal you. Call me loudly if there is any unexpected situation."

Schiller nodded and sat down on the single chair outside the railing. After the security guard left, Schiller stood up, tapped the railing with his fingers, and shouted, "Roman?"

Roman, who was lying on the single bed at the end of the room, turned over. Seeing that it was Schiller, he immediately sat up and rushed to the railing, holding the railing with both hands and shaking it non-stop and shouting.

"You are fine! Did Bruce Wayne help you get out of the crime? You are following him because he is rich enough! He can help you solve all kinds of problems! You are all like this!!"

Schiller put one leg on top of 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 are looking forward to meeting me. I thought you had something more valuable to tell me."

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 saying.

"I don't care about your accusations. For a mentally ill patient, any outrageous behavior can be traced. But for me, your behavior of instigating my students is still unforgivable, and obviously you don't accept the fact that I was not tried for your accusations."

"In this case, we don't have to embarrass each other. I will transfer the work of talking to you to Dr. Brand. After about forty minutes of basic questioning, you will never see me again."

"Wait." Roman shouted, "You can't, you can't... You ignore me so much because I am not as valuable as Bruce Wayne! But this is not fair at all. Am I not your student? Wayne is not so good in academics!"

"Yes." Schiller did not deny it. He still sat there, his hands He put his hand on his leg and said, "But excellence is not the only criterion for judging a person. You focus too much on Bruce Wayne and forget that the most urgent task is to cure your own mental illness."

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm afraid your defense lawyer won't like what you say." Schiller straightened his body, leaned forward, and put his elbows on his knees and said, "Mr. Sionis, I hope you understand one thing. I am not a savior. 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 this world." Schiller stood up as if he had completely lost interest in talking, adjusted the edge of his suit, and looked at Roman and said.

"I will treat 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 stay here for long."

Schiller's tone of voice sank to the bottom of the valley in the last sentence, trying to give Roman some hints. This was the limit of what he could do.

Black Mask Roman Sionis and Silent Thomas Elliot had previously accused Schiller of mental control and abuse of students. Apart from this point of view, neither of them was very talented, at least not suitable for the current Gotham.

Bruce has taken over the secret communication channels of serial killers. Various lunatics and killers frequently exchange information about the abundant scientific research resources provided by Arkham Psychiatric Hospital for natural lunatics in newspapers. Those who come from poor backgrounds want to come in and enjoy luxury, and those who are not short of money also want to come in and fight with masters.

Personal nursing wards mean more private space, and the quota is even more precious. If Roman does not hurry up and do something, someone will soon make this wasted ward vacant.

Schiller has done his best. He opened the door of the ward in advance, walked out amid Roman's shouting, nodded to the security guard, and then set 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 newspapers during working hours. You must help me hide it from Mrs. Miller. I'm going in."

After that, he stuffed the newspaper to Schiller. Schiller did not refuse any more, but unfolded the newspaper to read the news written in bold on the front page.

"Bandage Killer Thomas Elliot was arrested at 2 pm today and has been taken to Florence Super Prison for detention, awaiting legal judgment."