Chapter 821: Batman Behind Enemy Lines (Part 2)

"The second round of internship will no longer be a simulated internship on campus. You must go to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and familiarize yourself with the diagnosis and treatment process there..."

In the classroom of Gotham University, Schiller, who was explaining the requirements of the second round of internship, coughed lightly. Evans, who was sitting in the front row, immediately woke up with a confused look on his face. Seeing Schiller's gaze on him, he cleared his throat and lowered his head.

Schiller continued, "The next two months will be the best time for you to get in touch with this society. If you want to find a relatively decent job in this city, then the 15 hospitals in this city with mental and psychological diagnosis and treatment qualifications are your way out..."

"Next, I will introduce the specific information of these hospitals to you..."

Schiller stopped just after he finished this sentence, because he saw that Evans fell asleep again. He sighed and did not call him again. Instead, he called Evans to the podium after class and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so sleepy?"

"Well, sorry, professor..." Evans rubbed his eyes and said, "I've been a little busy recently and slept a little late..."

Evans sighed in his heart. He knew that Schiller must be unhappy. Schiller hated people sleeping in his class the most.

And Evans has always been a diligent and hard-working image for the past four years and has never fallen asleep in class.

But Evans also had a hard time. Internship at Gotham University was not a compulsory course, but because Schiller was there, no one dared not take it. The first round of internship was called internship, but in fact it was a simulated case analysis, more like a group assignment.

However, in Gotham, there were not many people who studied seriously, and even fewer who had some skills. Basically, the entire major assignment was done by Evans alone.

Moreover, as the logistics industry gradually recovered, the original logistics management center of the Falcone family was a little insufficient, and the godfather handed over the construction of the sub-center to his son.

At the beginning, it was still very smooth. All kinds of warehouse hardware facilities were built and the traffic was sorted out. But unexpectedly, as soon as the first batch of goods arrived, an uninvited guest broke in.

Alberto was a perfectionist. He could not accept that his plan went wrong at the final stage, so he hurried to investigate the background of this Vandal Savage.

Even if they have two personalities, they only have one body. Working day and night, the mental consumption is very serious. Now Evans walks a little shaky.

He explained: "Alberto told me that a weirdo broke into our territory. His identity is a bit complicated. He is investigating. I am responsible for the day and he is responsible for the night. We haven't rested for a long time..."

Schiller looked at his tired face and didn't say much. He just said: "If you are really tired, take a few days off. The requirements for the second round of internship are here. Take it back and take a good look."

After Evans left, Schiller shook his head.

Soon, it was afternoon. In the classroom of Gotham University, Schiller was flipping through a textbook and making annotations on it. After a while, he looked up at his watch and frowned.

He knew that it rained heavily last night, and Gotham's drainage system encountered severe tests. There was a lot of water on the road, so there were many traffic problems and traffic jams were normal. But now, an hour has passed, and Jason, who was originally scheduled to come to class, has neither come nor called. Schiller thinks that Jason should not do this.

Even if he was stuck in traffic or delayed by the kids, he would have found a place to call instead of disappearing for no reason like now. Schiller stood up from his seat and planned to look for Jason.

Schiller knew where the Curly Tail Gang's territory was. Jason told him, but when he came to this street with an umbrella, there was no trace of Jason. Schiller had to stop a child and ask him: "Do you know Jason Todd? Where is he now?"

The child immediately showed a vigilant look. Schiller waved his hand and said: "I am his teacher. I don't know if he told you that he is studying with me now, but he didn't come to class today, so I want to find him."

The child looked Schiller up and down. Judging from his dress and speech, he should not be fake. After all, in Gotham, well-mannered people are very popular. The kid was a teacher or doctor, so he said, "Jason is injured and is in the hospital now."

Schiller frowned immediately and asked, "Injured? How?"

The kid shook his head, but quickly looked around and said in a low voice, "Yesterday... or the day before yesterday, a weirdo with a red hood came. He went out with Jason and got injured when he came back."

"You may not know, there was a big mess yesterday, I was scared to death..."

Schiller didn't pay attention to what he said later, he only heard the words "Red Hood".

But he didn't understand. Red Hood was obviously Jason's future form. Jason was only eleven years old now and hadn't even become Robin yet. How could he become Red Hood?

Moreover, the man with the red hood and Jason are two different people, so who is this red hood? The Joker?

Thinking of this, Schiller decided to go to the hospital first. After arriving at the Central Hospital, Schiller found the ward where Jason Todd was.

When Schiller entered the ward, Jason was still sleeping soundly. He was lying on his side with a bandage wrapped around his waist. His hand, which was exposed from the quilt, was tightly holding a red hood.

Schiller walked over and leaned over to check the wound on his waist. Judging from the shape of the bandage, the wound should not be deep and did not endanger the internal organs. It was just an external injury, but the smell of blood could still be faintly smelled.

Schiller walked over and checked the hanging bottle on the shelf. There were antipyretic and analgesic drugs, which meant that Jason should have had a fever last night. Just when Schiller was fiddling with the infusion bottle, Jason woke up.

Seeing a figure appear in front of him, he first leaned back vigilantly, but then found that it was Schiller. He breathed a sigh of relief and squinted his eyes, looking a little sleepy.

Schiller moved a chair and sat at the head of the bed. He looked at Jason and asked, "What happened last night? Why were you injured? And why are you in the hospital?"

Jason shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just a little thing, Professor. I'm sorry that I couldn't call to ask for leave because I got caught in the rain yesterday and I seemed to have a fever and fell asleep directly..."

Schiller shook his head, touched his forehead, and said, "You don't have a fever now? Does your throat hurt?"

Jason swallowed his saliva and said, "My throat still hurts a little, but I don't have a fever anymore. Maybe I can get up and go to class in the afternoon.·

Schiller looked at the bandage on his waist and asked, "How did you get injured?"

"It's really just a little thing. It was done by our children." Jason didn't want to say it, but he found that Schiller was staring at him, so he said, "The higher-ups asked us to find someone. I found some clues and thought of a way to sneak in, but because I was not skilled, I was discovered and then I was cut..."

"But it's actually nothing serious. "Jason hurriedly emphasized: "I was just scratched by a knife when I was running away..."

"Why did the gang above ask you to find someone? Who did they ask you to find?" Schiller asked.

"Well, it was actually a very simple job. There was a foreigner named Vandal Savage who offended the Godfather's son and made him very angry, so the higher-ups assigned the job to us. If he was found by a group of children, it would be very embarrassing..."

"So, it was Savage who hurt you?" Schiller asked, stroking his wrist.

"No, no, it was just a security guard in the Zocovos Hotel. I didn't deal with Savage in person. I just took a look from a distance and got the house number..."

"You said he offended Little Falco," Schiller asked again, "How did he offend Evans?"

"I heard that it seemed that he ran into the Falcone family's territory in the middle of the night. That piece of land is very important. The Falcone family wants to build it into a secondary storage center..."

"At that time. Falcone has already rested. He was busy with internships in those days and seemed very tired. He was called up in the middle of the night, so he was a little angry. "

Seeing Schiller's face getting worse and worse, Jason swallowed his saliva and said, "Professor, don't be angry... Well, I'm really fine. It's normal to be injured as the leader of a gang in Gotham..."

Schiller smiled falsely and said, "Originally, I thought that as long as a quiet atmosphere was maintained inside Gotham University, you would have a good learning environment. Now it seems that I haven't considered it carefully enough."

"As a teacher, all I can do is to ensure that my students can have a pure environment to study hard and display their talents. I think Gotham University is enough. "

"But now it seems that the home-school co-creation project is not without reason. If the family atmosphere and social atmosphere are not in place, even if you are very diligent and talented, like you and Evans, you will be troubled by all kinds of weird problems, either disturbed by sleep or lying directly in the hospital..."

Schiller's tone was very gentle, but Jason broke out in a cold sweat. He stammered, "Professor, I think Gotham University is enough. I will live on campus for the next few days. I will study hard..."

But Schiller took out an injection, grabbed Jason's arm, and injected it into him. Just as Jason was about to ask, he felt that his wound was a little itchy. At this time, Schiller leaned over and untied the bandage on Jason's waist. Jason hurriedly said, "Professor, wait a minute! The doctor won't let me remove the bandage now! "

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the wound under the bandage had healed. The wound was not big to begin with, and a whole bottle of lizard potion was used, which was like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito, so it healed in an instant.

Jason widened his eyes and looked at his waist in shock, but Schiller pulled up his clothes directly, then handed him the coat hanging at the head of the bed and said, "Put it on and follow me."

"Wait a minute, professor!" Jason hurriedly put on his coat and said, "What are we going to do?"

"Study the rectification movement."

Half an hour later, in the mayor's office, Mayor Roy, who was looking at the financial statements, looked up at the secretary who came in hurriedly and asked: "What's wrong? What's the hurry?"

"A professor named Rodriguez wants to come in, but he doesn't have an appointment, so..."

"Let him in." Roy immediately put the documents in his hand aside and stood up.

Roy shook hands with Schiller who came in. Schiller said straight to the point: "I think the learning atmosphere in Gotham is not strong enough recently. I plan to carry out a learning rectification activity. What do you think?"

"Well, learning atmosphere?" Roy paused, as if he didn't understand, and asked: "What is learning atmosphere?"

Schiller pushed Jason next to him forward and said: "This is my student. He is studying basic grammar recently, but because of something, he was injured, which will cause his learning progress to be delayed. I think this is a very bad thing."

"Of course, he is a street child, and it is normal to encounter some difficulties, but my other student Evans Falcone also couldn't rest normally due to some interference, which led to a decline in learning quality."

Schiller propped the umbrella in his hand on the ground, looked into Roy's eyes and said: "Mr. Mayor, for this reason, I want to rectify the learning atmosphere in Gotham. What do you think?"

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