Chapter 1117: Schiller Is Not Working Today (Part 1)

The candlelight in the glass lampshade flickered, and moonlight spilled into the room through the high floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving long traces on the deep red checkered floor.

The dwarf pine next to the desk dropped needles all over the floor. A hand holding scissors swept through the deep 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 sleeve exposed by his suit jacket. He moved the swivel office chair with his feet, slid to the side of the desk, picked up the broom he had prepared, and tidied up the branches and leaves he had cut off.

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

The Falcone family and Wei En Enterprises jointly funded the repairs, and at the same time, Schiller, the former attending physician, finally had an office of his own, no longer needing to squeeze into that old office with Brand.

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

The half where the desk was located occupied two-thirds of the area and had two full walls of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, which were now filled with all kinds of books. In front of the desk, there were sofas for guests and a small round coffee table, on which two bottles of wine and several glasses were placed.

On the other side of the glass screen, there were some medical examination instruments and a bed. But compared to the cold white of other departments' diagnostic tools, the stethoscopes and blood pressure monitors here were all placed on wooden tables, and the bed was covered with deep red velvet sheets and tassels, looking nothing like a medical bed.

But in fact, the vast majority of psychological doctors' offices were like this, must look comfortable and warm, let the patient relax their mind involuntarily. If it was made too cold, no one would open their heart.

Opposite the medical bed, there was a common chest of drawers. On the wall of the chest of drawers, a small door was opened. That was the door for delivering newspapers. The newspaper boy didn't need to knock on the door, nor did he need to come in, and could put the newspaper directly on the cabinet.

At this time, a stack of newspapers was placed there, obviously not yet read. Next to the newspaper was a small silver telephone.

Suddenly, the receiver of the phone vibrated, and the crisp ringtone sounded. Schiller, who was planning to dump the trash, froze for a moment, put down the cleaning tools, and walked over to answer the phone.

But before he reached the phone, Mrs. Miller pushed the door in and said to Schiller: "Professor, you don't need to answer the phone. I just want to tell you that Professor Victor will arrive in ten minutes. It's not time for coffee now. Would you like some tea?"

Seeing Mrs. Miller walk in, Schiller walked quickly to the desk and used his body to block the broom he had just put down. But Mrs. Miller's eyes were very sharp. She moved to the side and poked her head out, just in time to see the handle of the broom.

"Oh my god, Professor!" Mrs. Miller let out a scream and said: "Why did you bring the broom from downstairs here again?! Didn't I remind you that cleaning tools in different areas cannot be mixed?!!"

"Uh, I just wanted to sweep up some leaves." Schiller explained somewhat awkwardly.

"Leaves??" Mrs. Miller walked forward a few steps in confusion. Seeing the pine needles all over the floor, she didn't show any surprised expression. But when her gaze fell on the scissors next to it, she let out an even more shrill scream.

"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 things and put them down at will, never knowing how to put them back!! Even Beatrice is cleaner and neater than you!"

Schiller supported one hand on the desk and sighed lightly. He knew that Mrs. Miller, the head nurse who had retired and been rehired, hated this kind of thing the most. He had to find a way to change the subject, so he asked: "Who is Beatrice, a new nurse?"

"Beatrice is a cat I keep!" Mrs. Miller glared at Schiller, walked quickly over, first packed up the broom, then went behind the glass screen, took a 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, wanting to block her movement, but seeing Mrs. Miller's murderous eyes, he took his hand back, just saying in a low voice: "... I haven't read that newspaper yet."

Mrs. Miller carried the things wrapped in the newspaper and walked to the door. While walking, she looked back and said: "Hot water will be delivered in 5 minutes."

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

"I'll send someone to clean it up." Mrs. Miller said while closing the door. Schiller just wanted to sigh, but the door was pushed open again. Mrs. Miller poked her head in and said: "Don't touch that poor tree again! Isn't it enough to have Beatrice prune it?"

With a "bang," the office door was closed. Schiller sighed, sat back in his chair, took a fountain pen out of his pocket, and began to fiddle with it.

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

"Please come in." Schiller straightened his tie, put his hands on the desk, looked at Victor who walked in, and asked: "Why are you here? What about Cobblepot? He said he would come to get the medicine later, so I waited until now."

"Don't mention it, he doesn't have time to come." Victor shook his head. While walking inside, he looked at the environment of the new office, and his gaze fell on the bed.

He walked over, sat on the bed, touched the sheets with his hand, and sighed: "No wonder you don't want to live in the dormitory of Cat Getan 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 relaxedly, shook his head, and said: "Thanks to that group of neurotics glowing with green light, I finally have a decent office."

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

"Do you still remember the incident where Cat Getan citizens went crazy last time?" Victor lay on the bed, put his hands on his chest, looked at the ceiling, and said: "I donated the freeze weapons to the Cat Getan Police Department, and also led the students to subdue those crazy citizens. Now, most of them are frozen in the cold storage, waiting for the antidote to be researched before thawing."

"Batman quickly researched the antidote. He added the antidote he researched into Cat Getan's water circulation system."

"However, relying on skin absorption and oral administration, the effect is not good enough. Now the best way is to melt the ice cubes a little and then inject them."

"But there are thousands of crazy patients. All the nurses in Cat Getan are so tired that their hands are about to break, and they can't finish the injections. Wei En Enterprises hired nurses from other places at a high price, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

"Gordon wanted to organize nurse training, or rather, injection training. It's just that the infusion operation process is not complicated, and you will learn it after practicing. But most Gothamites are used to being boorish. Can you let that group of burly gang members practice injections?"

"No way, Cobblepot can only lead the older children in the children's gang to train. He is not here, and this group of children won't study attentively. So in the past few days, he has been working overtime for nurse training, and he really doesn't have time to come to get medicine."

Victor stood up from the bed and sat on the sofa opposite Schiller. At this time, Mrs. Miller happened to come in with a hot water kettle and naturally picked up Victor's topic.

"That group of little devils, although naughty, have hands much more skillful than adults. Many of them have folded meal boxes or packing bags in the back kitchen, which is a very rare work experience."

Schiller asked somewhat puzzled: "Then why is our hospital still empty? Our nurses seem to be very idle too?"

Mrs. Miller rolled her eyes and said: "Because psychiatric nurses are not good at injections at all. They are best at playing wits with patients who want to hide medicine, fighting with patients who suddenly go crazy in terms of force, and the most important and most troublesome work that nurses all over the world have to do—reminding doctors to put things back."

Schiller shrugged lightly. After Mrs. Miller left, he gestured toward the main door and said: "This is the biggest disadvantage of this new office. I have to be scolded at least three times a day."

Victor laughed gloatingly and said: "When you 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 what you took was my stuff." Schiller said angrily: "Do you want me to talk about the six fountain pens you and Anna lost in a week?"

Schiller took a sip of water, looked at Victor, and asked: "Bruce reported to you? What is he studying? Physics, or chemistry?"

"Physics." Victor replied. He picked up the finger biscuits in the metal bucket on the desk, broke them into two pieces, and while eating, said: "Why did you just think of asking? He has already participated in a group meeting."

Schiller also broke a piece of finger biscuit, sent it into his mouth, raised an eyebrow, and asked: "Only you and his group meeting?"

"Didn't I tell you? I took in a few new graduate students."

"Captain Cold is the first one. He went the wrong way when he was young and learned on his own in prison, but he has always longed for campus life and also wants to receive systematic education. His research route is somewhat similar to mine, but not exactly the same. To be precise, he can't be considered my student; he is fully capable of leading a research group himself."

"However, he is very humble and contacted a professor he knew in prison before to write a recommendation letter for him. He has officially become a graduate student at Cat Getan University."

"There is also Pamela. I don't know if you remember. She is a junior student in the Department of Biology at Cat Getan University. She was almost graduating, but in the disaster of citizens going crazy, her classmates abandoned her and even used her as bait, which made her very sad and angry."

"Bruce's girlfriend saved her, and the two became good sisters. Pamela was a bit disheartened and didn't intend to study anymore, but Selina persuaded her, wanting her to cherish the time spent on campus."

Victor shook his head and said: "Her psychological shadow is still quite serious, or rather, her psychology might have some problems itself, and her mood has always been bad. However, she still followed Selina's suggestion and didn't drop out."

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

"Although I think she is more suitable for the research direction of life sciences, Cat Getan University doesn't have a mentor in this direction, so I let her hang her name with me first to conduct free research. When she reads for a doctorate, go to Metropolis University."

Victor sighed and said: "She is a very talented little girl, as if she can talk to plants. I have seen her research results during her undergraduate period, which is very amazing. Those classmates would treat her like that, perhaps out of jealousy. She is a genius."

Schiller nodded and said: "It would be a pity if she didn't study. You persuade her when you go back. If she feels sad, come to see a psychologist. She should know better than anyone that medicine is effective."

"Talk about Bruce." Schiller looked at Victor and said. But he didn't see any irritable expression on Victor's face. On the contrary, when mentioning Bruce's study, Victor's eyes were shining. He said excitedly:

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

"I have to say, in the first group meeting, from the opening of the thesis to the group discussion, he performed the best!"

Schiller froze. ===== CHAPTER 1118 =====