Chapter 149 Rainy Night Mystery (Part 2)

When he returned to the interrogation room, Schiller was the only one left. He did not let Gordon and Batman follow him.

At this time, the water on Cobblepot's body had been wiped clean, and the soaked coat had been taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room. Seeing Schiller coming, she said, "Are you a doctor, sir? This child seems to be very scared. I wanted to change his clothes just now, but he struggled too hard and almost bit me."

"Thank you, ma'am, you have done enough. He is a little excited now. I am about to send him to the hospital."

"Then go quickly. He is a little tired now and should not resist so hard."

Schiller walked into the iron gate. Cobblepot was still sitting in the corner, wearing a new coat, without saying a word. Schiller called Brand and said, "Send an ambulance to pick up a patient."

"What patient needs an ambulance to pick him up? Doesn't he have a luxury car?"

"It's a real patient, not a gangster boss who was released on parole after medical treatment."

"What disease? I'll ask the nursing room to prepare it."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe something else, Prepare the tranquilizers first, and I'll tell you in detail when we get there."

Soon, Cobert was tied to a stretcher and carried into the ambulance. Schiller didn't care about his struggle at all.

After arriving at the hospital, Brand came out. He was wearing a white coat and was obviously busy until now. He said, "Oh my God, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I graduated from the finance major..."

"Don't be too happy too soon. If I tell you that he is an important witness in a case related to the heir of the Falconet family, will you still feel relieved?"

Brand's face fell. He cursed inwardly and said, "I knew that nothing good would happen in this damn place."

"He is in a serious state of motor excitement and can hardly communicate. Give him some tranquilizers first and see tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to his office in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and changed into a doctor's outfit. When he entered the ward where Cobblepot was, Cobblepot's hands were tied to the railings of the nursing bed. His limbs kept twitching, his face was red, his eyes were round, and he kept breathing.

The nurse next to him came up and said, "Doctor, his state of excitement is too high, and his muscle restrictions have been lifted. If he continues like this, it will cause serious damage to his joints."

"Give him a tranquilizer first." Schiller's tone was very calm. He leaned over and flipped Cobert's eyelids, and found that his vision was completely out of focus and his face was severely congested.

Schiller turned around and called two nurses to hold Cobert down first. Brand also came in and said, "I haven't seen a patient with such severe symptoms of stress disorder for a long time. What happened to him?"

Brand looked at Cobert carefully and found injuries on his neck and shoulders. He said, "Is he abused?"

"It should be, and it may have lasted for a while, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious." Schiller speculated, "He should have been abused and beaten for a long time, which led to acute stress disorder."

After the tranquilizer was injected, Cobert's excitement reaction gradually weakened, but he still twitched and couldn't concentrate. Schiller observed his physiological reaction and said, "Increase the dose."

More drugs were injected, and Cobert finally calmed down, and then gradually fell asleep. Brand hugged his arms and sighed, saying, "This is not a solution. His spirit seems to be more sensitive than ordinary people, and he is not yet an adult. If the tranquilizer effect is over, the excitement state still cannot be relieved, and such a large dose of medicine cannot be used anymore."

"What are you going to do?" Brand looked at Schiller and asked.

"This must be a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment." Schiller stared at Cobblepot's face and said, "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders, otherwise he would not react so severely. Genetic diseases are not impossible."

"What about his relatives? Is there no medical history for reference?"

As soon as Brand asked, he denied it himself: "Oh, this is Gotham. Trying to identify a real mental patient here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Schiller said to Brand: "You go back and rest first. I'm on duty tonight and will develop a treatment plan by the way."

After Brand left, Schiller returned to his office. After he sat down, he took out a notebook from the desk drawer and began to recall what he knew about the life of the Penguin in his mind.

In the comics, there is not too much detailed description of the Penguin's childhood. It only mentions that he would carry an umbrella with him because his father died of pneumonia caused by being caught in the rain, and his increasingly crazy mother forced him to carry an umbrella with him.

In the TV series Gotham, the Penguin also went to Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by the director Hugo. As for whether he was diagnosed with a real mental illness, there is no detailed explanation.

According to Schiller's current observation, at least the Penguin Cobblepot he met should have a real mental illness.

The night in Arkham Hospital was very quiet, because there were almost no real mental patients here, so there would be no noise from patients who suddenly became ill.

In the entire doctor's office, only Schiller's desk was lit, and in the quiet room, only the rustling sound of writing echoed.

At dawn, Victor, wearing a windbreaker, hurriedly walked up the steps of the gate of Arkham Hospital. The rain had just stopped, and the cold wind in the gloomy weather blew his hair constantly.

Schiller came out in a white coat, and Victor said, "I just finished a class at the living hell, and I heard from that little fat guy that Oswald was hospitalized."

"Then I learned that you also took a leave, so I guessed that you should have taken him to treat his illness."

"Oh, how did you guess?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I've been to Oswald's home and met his mother. His mother seems to have convulsions. You know, I'm not a professional, but I can see that his mother's mental state is not normal."

"It coincides with my inference. Cobert should have a hereditary mental illness." Schiller and Victor walked up the stairs quickly together. Schiller said as he walked: "Acute stress disorder induced his hyperactivity symptoms. I used an excessive amount of diazepam last night, but there was still no improvement this morning."

As they said, the two of them came to the ward where Cobert was. At this time, Cobert was lying on the bed. He kept talking, but the words he uttered from his mouth had no logic, as if he was just venting.

Victor walked to his bed, looked down at Cobblepot, and then said: "This is very similar to the symptoms of a student I taught before. He is extremely excited, talking to himself, and has aggressive tendencies. He even hurt his classmates."

"What are you going to do?" Victor asked Schiller: "In fact, I am very optimistic about his talent. I know that there are many mentally ill people in Gotham, and they can't be saved, but he has come here, so we have to think of a way."

"I will let him be admitted to the hospital, which of course proves that I intend to treat him. However, the cause of this mixed symptom may be very complicated, and I still need to conduct some investigations."

As he was talking, Brand came in with a stack of reports and handed them to Schiller. He said: "Earlier today, we conducted a physical examination on him, and the situation is not good. In addition to mental problems, he also has multiple injuries on his body. It should be It was caused by beating, and the new injuries overlapped with the old ones. This situation should have lasted for some time. "

"As we expected." Brand finally said: "This is acute stress disorder after experiencing severe abuse, and this stress state has induced his other mental illnesses, causing him to fall into an uncontrollable state of extreme excitement."

"We will talk about the specific treatment plan for mental health later. Are his physical injuries serious?"

"His left ankle joint was severely traumatized and his right arm was fractured. It may take a while to treat these injuries alone."

"If his excitement recurs later, we will not be able to treat his injuries at all, and I do not recommend giving him excessive amounts of diazepam. He is too young and his brain may not be able to bear it."

Schiller touched his forehead and said, "This may It's really troublesome. Can you contact his mother? I want to investigate his medical history. "

Victor shook his head and said, "It's difficult. His mother is not mentally normal. Last time I went there, she almost drove me out with a broom. If I want to investigate, I'm afraid I can only go to his house."

"How about this..." Schiller finally arranged: "Brand, you should take the time to treat his external injuries. Victor and I will go to his house to see what's going on."

After leaving, Schiller and Victor sat in the car. Victor said while driving, "Actually, you surprised me a little. I thought you were the kind of doctor who didn't like to meddle in other people's business."

"You don't have to be so tactful. I know you think I'm the kind of person who won't help unless the money is in place."

Victor coughed awkwardly twice. Schiller sat in the passenger seat and put the umbrella He put it next to the seat, then tightened his windbreaker and said, "Actually, what you think is right. In most cases, I think so."

"However, in the entire class of that vocational school, only Cobert can write the words I know. If he goes crazy, I guess I will also be driven crazy by that dog-crawling handwriting."

Victor held the steering wheel, he smiled, and did not turn his head. He said, "I think you are hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. You pretend to be an unscrupulous quack, but in fact you still have sympathy."

"I repeat again, I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."

The car turned and drove into a narrow street next to the living hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the gravel on the roadside with the tip of the umbrella. He said, "It seems that the renovation area of ​​the living hell is still too small. This place is still so dirty and messy."

"Actually, it's not bad." Victor looked up and looked around in front and said, "Before, cars couldn't drive in here, but now it's much better. "

The two entered a dark corridor and went up two floors. Victor knocked on the door and asked, "Mrs. Cobblepot, are you there?"

"Are you sure he will answer you? As far as I know, some patients with mental disorders are unable to take care of themselves."

"It should be possible. When Mrs. Cobblepot is not ill, her limbs are just twitching." Victor continued to knock on the door while explaining, but after a long time, no one answered. Victor frowned and said, "What's going on?"

No one answered, Victor could only say, "Maybe something happened. Let's go around to the roof of the opposite building and then go in from the balcony. This is the only way."

The two of them bypassed the passage and went out from the door at the end of the corridor on the same floor, came to the terrace, and after a circle, came to the balcony next door, and then climbed into the balcony of the Cobblepot family.

Then, they saw from the window that the house of the old Cobblepot house was in a mess, as if there had just been a fight, and Mrs. Cobblepot had disappeared.