Chapter 2999: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Part 7)

Chapter 2973: Long Summer Days under Thick Green Trees (Part 7)

A disaster occurred in Wayne Manor.

The cause was that everyone was full, and the teenagers from the New Warriors team and the Robin teenagers were going to have a fight - in the 40-degree weather, go to the back garden to fight.

Although it was already night, the temperature had not dropped at all because it was too high during the day. As soon as the door was opened, there was a wave of heat, but these crazy teenagers didn't care at all, they just had to compete at this time.

Originally, Schiller had no objection, they could fight and drive home directly, but Helen insisted on dragging him to be the referee. He was also worried that these teenagers would demolish Wayne Manor and leave the poor old housekeeper homeless, so he had no choice but to stay.

Fortunately, the two groups were still sensible and barely managed to put friendship first and competition second, until the gangsters from the Guardians of the Galaxy came.

Star-Lord and his friends originally came to Schiller to ask about the cooling plan, but these people have always been the type to go wherever there is excitement. It is not enough to just join in the fun, they have to experience it in person to be satisfied. Seeing the two groups of teenagers fighting fiercely, they also joined in.

Don't think that Star-Lord and his friends can't fight. Gamora and Nebula are the killers trained by Thanos, so their skills are naturally not weak. Rocket Raccoon has fought his way out of the lunatic asylum of half a world and has rich practical experience. Drax is full of muscles in his head, and fighting is one of his hobbies.

When these people meet, it's like dry wood meeting fire. The back garden of Wayne Manor instantly turned into an interstellar arena, and the fight was lively.

When Robin and his friends fought with the members of the New Warriors team, it was okay. Occasionally, they said something that was reasonable and technical. But after the Guardians of the Galaxy came, it became a mess of trash talk. Schiller felt his head buzzing after listening to it for a few minutes.

These people are really too noisy.

The weather was hot, and there was no air conditioning in the back garden. Even though it was not windy at night, the temperature was still close to 40 degrees. It was also a little damp because of the pond. Schiller felt like he was sitting in a steamer and listening to mosquitoes quarreling. He really couldn't stand it.

Schiller got rid of Helen's entanglement and drove home alone. Not long after, the people from the New Warriors team came back and started to review the game in the living room, arguing from the opening strategy to every move of the fight.

Schiller didn't go to bed so early, but he still had papers to correct. Correcting papers was already very sad, and watching dog shit with background music, this place was really unbearable.

Finally in the morning, Schiller was ready to take a nap, and there was a rumbling sound outside-Williams' engineering team entered the site.

Schiller still miscalculated. The place where Williams wanted to build a resort was indeed a certain distance away from Schiller's house. If he just knocked there, there would be no noise, but the problem was that if you want to build a house, you need trucks to pull materials, and there will be noise when trucks pass by.

The weather was hot, and dozens of trucks were constantly raising dust and emitting exhaust gas. As soon as Schiller went out, the smell of gasoline in the air outside the door was almost enough to make it stick.

Before he could say anything, Helen and the others rushed out to quarrel with Williams again. As expected, they finally fought.

It was not that Schiller did not want to stop the fight, but the temperature today was even more outrageous. The thermometer showed 43 degrees, and the ground temperature was the kind that could be used to fry an egg. This kind of weather was no longer suitable for humans to go out.

Schiller chose to leave.

He asked for leave directly from Gotham University, saying that he had heatstroke, and drove to Arkham Asylum with his luggage.

Don't get me wrong, he was not going to be re-admitted to the hospital, but just came to see his old friend Brand.

After moving, Arkham Asylum was on a small island, located in the north of Gotham, and the temperature was slightly cooler than in the south. The island itself had not been developed, and the heat island effect was not that serious. The temperature could barely be maintained at around 35 degrees, which was a rare resort.

Thanks to the Scarecrow and Professor Pig-face who went to the Metropolis instead of the nearby, Schiller had the opportunity to come here for vacation. Otherwise, the two of them would pester him to do academic research every day, and he would not come here even if it was cool.

Now that the annoying people have left, this place is naturally a paradise for Schiller. He can't wait to park the car at the main entrance of Arkham Sanatorium.

Brand came out, and Schiller shook hands with him while carrying his luggage.

"Long time no see, professor." Brand said, "How is the new campus of Gotham University? Isn't the new president pretty good?"

Schiller shook his head and sighed, "Don't mention it."

The two entered Arkham Asylum together. Because it was rebuilt earlier, the materials here are sufficient, the hall is spacious and bright, the wards are in order, and there are laboratories, activity centers, art buildings and large gardens. It doesn't look like the legendary terrifying prison at all, but more like a modern treatment and rehabilitation center with complete facilities.

The patients here are finally not gangsters on vacation. In addition to real mental patients, there are also some rich people with mental problems who recuperate here.

In the end, the Arkham Asylums of the two universes ended up in the same place.

As soon as Schiller walked in, another figure came to greet him. It was Cobblepot. Schiller walked up and shook hands with him.

"I knew you would come, professor. The city is too hot."

"Yes, I had to take leave to come here to escape the heat. How is your mother's health? Is she still taking medicine?"

"No, she's no longer on psychotropic drugs, but there's something wrong with her lungs. There's no biopsy yet, but we all have a guess as to what's going on."

Cobot looked a little sad, but he was no longer the little boy hiding in the corner of the house shivering because his mother was ill. Not only did he become an adult, but to some extent, he was also one of the top figures in the city.

Schiller sighed softly, and Brand asked him to hand over his luggage to the caregivers. They would arrange the room, while Schiller followed Copot to see his mother.

Seeing this old man again, Schiller couldn't help but sigh. She looked too old.

In fact, Schiller had been reviewing Cobot's mother while she was taking the medicine, so the two of them could not be said to have not seen each other for many years. It was just that for some reason, it was less than a year since they last met. The lady seemed ten years older.

Her mental condition was indeed much better. After seeing Schiller come in, she smiled and nodded to him, obviously recognizing him. Schiller walked over and shook hands with her. Mrs. Copot shook his hand and said : "Thank you, doctor, I haven't had nightmares for a long time."

"You have recovered quite well." This is not because Schiller is being polite, but because Cobot really takes good care of his mother. Even if it is a hereditary mental illness, it has not recurred for a long time. Now Mrs. Cobot is completely He can be called a healthy person.

"Yes, I feel much better myself," said Mrs. Copot. "I began to remember things from my youth, when we danced and sang together in front of the fireplace, and I always thought of his father. He's a great guy..."

Schiller's hand paused, but he didn't show anything. He just smiled and said: "The past is always missed. The doctor said you need to rest, so I won't bother you."

Mrs. Copot just stood in the ward with clear windows and watched them leave. As soon as Schiller walked out of the ward, he sighed, looked at Copot and said, "Have you screened your mother for Alzheimer's disease? "

Cobot looked a little surprised, but shook his head and asked, "Could it be possible that my mother has Alzheimer's disease?"

"Excessive recall of the past and forgetfulness of the present are one of the manifestations of Alzheimer's disease. I am not sure whether her nostalgia for the past is normal or pathological. You'd better get checked out."

Cobot's face finally showed a tired look, and Schiller just patted him on the shoulder and said: "Mental illness and physical illness sometimes interact. Your mother's schizophrenia caused her to be unable to take care of herself for a long time, and she was unable to move her body. Not enough, and certain areas of the brain are also affected.”

"Her original living environment was not good. It was too cold and humid. It may also have been affected by the rain, which caused problems with her lung function. Her poor breathing may also be one of the reasons that stimulated her mental illness."

"I advise you to do an open biopsy. Your mother is still old and can undergo the operation. She may be able to gain 3 to 5 years of life. You can use this time to think of other solutions."

Cobot looked up at Schiller.

Schiller paused briefly and then said: "I suggest you ask Lex Luthor. The Luthor Group has been conducting medical experiments in this area. I think he may have some backup plans."

Schiller said it rather tactfully, but Cobot clearly understood. The so-called backup plan was certainly not legal. Perfect lung replacement or artificial lungs were possible in the hands of the genius scientist Luther.

"I can leave you a phone number of Constantine, maybe magic means will be useful." Schiller continued.

This is relatively straightforward. The souls of Gotham people are relatively valuable. If Mrs. Cobot makes a deal with the devil, she can certainly extend her life.

"The worst-case scenario is to go to Victor." Schiller said: "Their storage technology has made great progress, and now there are almost no side effects."

This is of course also obvious. Nora was frozen because of neurodegenerative disease, and she is still alive and well. If Cobot wants, he can freeze his mother until humans develop a cure for lung cancer. .

"Or there is another possibility, but it will be a little more troublesome." Schiller said: "The other universe I know has a country called Wakanda. They have solved cancer and just need to use their local herbs and metal radiation. , If it doesn’t work, you can only try to go through the portal.”

"Thank you, Professor." Cobot said, "If it was just lung cancer, I think I would try, but Alzheimer's..."

Schiller couldn't say anything. In the superhero universe, cancer is actually easier to cure than many mental illnesses. Mrs. Copot's difficulty lies in her hereditary schizophrenia, the pain of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, and the pain of accepting medical treatment. The process of the experiment and even the discomfort of walking through the portal may trigger her illness.

If coupled with Alzheimer's disease, which seriously affects her ability to take care of herself, even if her body is cured, she will gradually forget everything and become dead and haggard.

Birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings. Many times people choose to accept it not because they have the ability to bear it, but because they have to accept it. Even in such a universe, this kind of thing always happens. There is no other choice but to accept it. Law.