Chapter 1135 Schiller Is Not at Work Today (Part 1)

The candlelight in the glass lampshade flickered, and the moonlight poured into the room through the high French windows, leaving long traces on the crimson checkered floor.

The dwarf pine next to the desk had fallen needles all over the ground. A hand holding a pair of scissors passed between the dark green leaves, and with a "click", a small branch was cut off and fell next to the leather shoes.

Schiller gently rolled up the shirt exposed by the cuffs of his suit. He moved the office chair with wheels with his feet, slid to the side of the desk, picked up the broom that had been prepared long ago, and took care of the branches and leaves he had cut.

The previous Arkham Asylum had been destroyed by a group of Green Lanterns and was completely uninhabitable.

The Falcone family and the Wayne Group jointly funded the renovation. At the same time, Schiller, the former attending physician, finally had his own office and no longer had to squeeze in the old office with Brand.

The newly built office has brown floors, dark red wallpaper and dark brown wooden structures. The whole office is divided into two parts, separated by a screen wall made of wood and glass.

The half where the desk is located occupies two-thirds of the area. There are two bookcases that are from the entire wall to the ceiling. At this time, it is filled with various books. In front of the desk, there is a sofa for meeting guests and a small round coffee table with two bottles of wine and several cups on it.

On the other side of the glass screen, there are some medical examination instruments and a bed, but compared to the cold white diagnostic and treatment instruments in other departments, the stethoscopes and blood pressure monitors here are all placed on the wooden table. The bed is also covered with dark red flannel sheets and tassels, which does not look like a medical bed at all.

But in fact, most psychologists' clinics are like this. They must look comfortable and warm, so that patients can relax their minds involuntarily. If they are too cold, no one will open up.

Opposite the medical bed, there is a common chest of drawers. On the wall of the chest of drawers, there is a small door for delivering newspapers. The newspaper boy does not need to knock on the door or come in. He can just put the newspaper on the cabinet.

At this time, there was a stack of newspapers there, which were obviously not read yet. Next to the newspapers was a small silver phone.

Suddenly, the receiver of the phone vibrated and a crisp ring rang. Schiller, who was about to take out the garbage, was stunned for a moment, put down the sanitary ware in his hand, and walked over to answer the phone.

But before he walked to the phone, Mrs. Miller pushed the door in and said to Schiller: "Professor, you don't have to answer the phone. I just want to tell you that Professor Victor will be here in ten minutes. Now is not time for coffee. Do you want some tea?"

Seeing Mrs. Miller coming in, Schiller quickly walked to the side of the desk and blocked the broom he had just put down with his body, but Mrs. Miller's eyes were very sharp. She moved to the side and stuck her head out, just seeing the handle of the broom.

"Oh my god, professor!" Mrs. Miller screamed, "Why did you bring the broom downstairs here again?! Didn't I remind you that sanitary utensils in different areas cannot be mixed?!"

"Uh, I just want to sweep the leaves." Schiller explained awkwardly.

"Leaves?" Mrs. Miller took a few steps forward in confusion. Seeing the pine needles all over the ground, she didn't show any surprise, but when her eyes fell on the scissors next to her, she screamed even louder.

"Professor Schiller!!! This is the scissors from the inpatient department, right? How could you bring it to the clinic?!!!"

Mrs. Miller held her forehead and said, "Oh my God! You doctors! You will never understand us nurses! You always take and put things casually, and never know how to put them back!! Even Beatrice is neater than you!"

Schiller put one hand on the table and sighed softly. He knew that Mrs. Miller, the head nurse who retired and was re-employed, could not stand this kind of thing the most. He had to find a way to change the subject, so he asked, "Who is Beatrice? Is she a new nurse?"

"Beatrice is a cat I raised!" Mrs. Miller glared at Schiller, walked over quickly, put away the broom first, then went behind the glass screen, took a piece of newspaper, wrapped the scissors, and then used the newspaper to wrap the scissors and the handle of the broom together.

Schiller stretched out a hand, trying to stop her, but seeing Mrs. Miller's murderous eyes, he took his hand back and whispered, "...I haven't read that newspaper yet."

Mrs. Miller walked to the door with the things wrapped in newspapers. As she walked, she turned back and said, "Hot water will be delivered in 5 minutes."

"Wait, what about the leaves on the ground?" Schiller turned back and looked at the pine needles he had cut off and asked.

"I'll send someone to clean it up." Mrs. Miller said as she closed the door. Schiller was about to sigh when the door was pushed open again. Mrs. Miller leaned in and said, "Don't touch that poor tree again! Isn't it enough to have Beatrice trimming it?"

With a "bang", the office door was closed. Schiller sighed, sat back in his chair, took out a pen from his pocket, and started playing with it.

After a while, the door was knocked again, and Victor's voice appeared outside the door: "Hello, I'm Victor, can I come in?"

"Come in." Schiller adjusted his tie, put his hands on the table, looked at Victor who came in and asked: "Why are you here, where is Cobert? He said he would come to get the medicine later today, so I waited until now."

"Don't mention it, he doesn't have time to come." Victor shook his head. As he walked in, he looked at the environment of the new office and his eyes fell on the bed.

He walked over, sat on the bed, stroked the sheets with his hand, and sighed: "No wonder you don't want to live in the dormitory of Gotham University. The conditions here are much better than there."

Schiller walked out from behind the desk, came to the sofa area, sat on the sofa with relaxation, shook his head and said: "Thanks to those green-glowing psychopaths, I finally have a decent office."

After speaking, he turned around, looked at Victor across the glass screen wall, and asked: "What happened to Cobblepot? How can he be so busy that he doesn't even have time to get medicine for his mother?"

"Remember the last time Gotham citizens went crazy?" Victor lay on the bed, put his hands on his chest, looked at the ceiling and said: "I donated the freezing weapons to the Gotham Police Department, and led the students to subdue those crazy citizens. Now, most of them are frozen in the cold storage, waiting for the antidote to be thawed after it is developed."

"Batman quickly developed the antidote. He added the antidote he developed to Gotham's water circulation system."

"But, Relying on skin absorption and oral administration alone is not effective enough. The best way now is to melt some of the ice and inject them. "

"But there are thousands of crazy patients. The nurses in Gotham are so tired that their hands are about to break, and they can't finish the injections. The Wayne Group has hired nurses from other places at a high price, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

"Gordon wants to organize nurse training, or injection training, but the infusion operation process is not complicated, and you can practice it, but most Gotham people are used to it. Can you let those big and strong gang members practice injections?"

"There is no way. Cobblepot can only take the children to help the older children in the training. If he is not here, these children will not concentrate on learning. So in the past few days, he has been working overtime to train nurses and really has no time to come and get the medicine."

Victor stood up from the bed and walked to the sofa opposite Schiller and sat down. At this time, Mrs. Miller just came in with a kettle, and she naturally took up Victor's topic.

"Those kids are naughty, but they are much more skillful than adults. Many of them have folded lunch boxes or take-away bags in the kitchen, which is a very rare work experience."

Schiller asked in confusion: "Why is our hospital still empty? Our nurses seem to be idle too?"

Mrs. Miller rolled her eyes and said: "Because psychiatric nurses are not good at giving injections. What they are best at is fighting wits and courage with patients who want to hide medicine, fighting with patients who suddenly go crazy, and the most important and most troublesome thing that nurses all over the world have to do. Work - remind the doctor to put things back in place. "

Schiller shrugged slightly, and after Mrs. Miller left, he raised his chin towards the door and said, "This is the biggest shortcoming of this new office. I get scolded at least three times a day."

Victor laughed with gloating and said, "When we were in the office, you often scolded me and Anna for not putting things back after taking them. Now, it's your turn, right?"

"Because you took my things." Schiller said unhappily, "Do you want me to tell you again about you and Anna losing six of my pens in a week?"

Schiller took a sip of water, looked at Victor and asked, "Bruce, what's wrong with you?" Ruth reported to you? What did he study? Physics or chemistry? "

"Physics." Victor answered, he picked up the finger biscuits in the metal bucket on the table, broke them into two pieces, and said while eating, "Why do you remember to ask? He has participated in a group meeting."

Schiller also broke a piece of finger biscuits, put it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Only you and his group meeting?"

"Didn't I tell you? I have accepted a few new graduate students."

"Master Han Han was the first one. He took the wrong path when he was young and taught himself in prison, but he has always been eager for campus life and also wanted to receive systematic education. "His research path is somewhat similar to mine, but not exactly the same. To be precise, he cannot be considered my student. He is fully capable of leading a research group on his own."

"However, he is very humble and contacted a professor he met in prison before, who wrote a recommendation letter for him. He has officially become a graduate student at Gotham University."

"Another one is Pamela. I don't know if you still remember her. She is a junior student in the Department of Biology at Gotham University. She was about to graduate, but in the disaster when the citizens went crazy, her classmates abandoned her and used her as bait, which made her very sad and angry."

"Bruce's girlfriend saved her, and they became good sisters. Pamela was a little discouraged and didn't plan to study anymore, but Selina dissuaded her and wanted her to cherish her time on campus."

Victor shook his head and said, "Her psychological trauma is still quite serious, or in other words, she may have some psychological problems herself, and her mood has always been bad, but she still listened to Selina's advice and did not drop out."

"But she didn't want to see those classmates in their department again, so she applied for graduate school in advance and wanted to come to the Department of Physics."

"Although I think she is more suitable for the research direction of life sciences, Gotham University does not have a mentor in this direction, so I will let her register with me first to conduct free research, and then go to Metropolitan University when she studies for a doctorate."

Victor sighed and said, "She is a very talented girl, just like being able to talk to plants. I have seen her research results during her undergraduate studies, which are amazing. Those classmates treated her like that, perhaps because they were jealous of her. She is a genius. "

Schiller nodded and said, "It would be a pity if she didn't study. You can persuade her when you go back. If she feels sad, she can see a psychiatrist. She should know better than anyone that drugs are effective."

"Let's talk about Bruce." Schiller looked at Victor and said, but he didn't see any irritation on Victor's face. On the contrary, when Bruce's study was mentioned, Victor's eyes were shining. He said excitedly:

"He is also a genius! A complete genius! Moreover, he has a strong interest in physics and a high enthusiasm for research!"

"I have to say that in the first group meeting, from the thesis proposal to the group discussion, he was the best performer!"

Schiller was stunned.

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