Chapter 1120: Professor (1)

The office door was knocked. Schiller looked up from before the desk, flipped through the appointment record next to him, and said: "Please come in!"

"Schiller! Schiller! You really have to help me!

" Covered in dust, Gordon rushed in immediately. He lifted the hem of his trench coat, looked at Schiller, and said: "Save Cat Getan! Professor Schiller! Especially save me and your colleagues!"

Schiller flipped through the appointment record unhurriedly and said: "Why didn't you call the appointment department in advance? I'm fully booked today, and I can't have a long talk with you... Otherwise, should I cancel the appointment first?"

Gordon frowned, waved his hand, and said: "No need, there's nothing to talk about. I just hope you can agree to let Arkham Asylum receive those patients who need to be injected with the antidote. We really don't have any beds!"

Gordon pointed outside the window and said: "Cat Getan Central Hospital has less than 500 beds in total, and now it's completely full. Wei En Hospital is larger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, barely enough to make up 1,000 beds, but they are all full!"

"Aren't there many private hospitals in the city? If they don't accept patients, do the Twelve Families have any opinions?" Schiller asked.

Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head, and explained somewhat helplessly: "Usually, Gothamites don't like to be hospitalized. Therefore, the inpatient departments of private hospitals have been cutting beds. They are all profit-oriented. If it doesn't make money, they won't invest in it. No one would have expected a medical resource crisis."

"Wei En Enterprises and several famous engineering groups in the city are building day and night, but most of the frozen patients need at least three days of infusion and four days of observation before they can be thawed without jumping out and continuing to go crazy."

Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because beds are tight and there aren't enough nurses, many people don't have enough infusion time, and the antidote doesn't fully take effect. After thawing, they are still not clear-headed and have violent behavior. So, I hope to borrow Arkham Asylum. The nurses here are more professional."

Before Schiller could agree, Gordon walked to the sofa, sat down on his own, and said: "Victor and I discussed shortening the infusion cycle and sending patients who are not recovering well or still have mental problems to Arkham Asylum."

"Situations where recovery is not good happen from time to time, but in fact, the probability is not high. It happens to about one in twenty or thirty people. I think, with the carrying capacity of Arkham Asylum, it is completely enough."

"This place can provide them with sedative drugs, or it can also perform short-term restraint treatment, and then perform supplementary infusions."

"After diverting the patients, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it is supported for a period of time, emergency medical facilities can be built. By then, this crisis can be considered completely over."

After Gordon finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair somewhat decadently. He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and let out a satisfied sigh. Judging from his appearance, he must have been sleepless for the past few days.

Schiller put his hands on the desk, crossed his fingers, looked at Gordon, and said: "I don't have any opinion on you wanting to use the beds of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I think Brand shouldn't have any opinion either."

"But the problem is... the nurses here should not be as experienced in nursing ordinary patients as other nurses."

"Most importantly, the doctors here are all psychiatrists and haven't written prescriptions other than psychiatric drugs for a long time. No one can perform internal medicine diagnosis and treatment, and no one can handle serious trauma."

"I didn't count on it in the first place." Gordon shook his head, stood up, looked at Schiller, and said: "We will screen the patients. Those with serious trauma or other diseases will not be sent here, but will receive treatment in other hospitals."

"As for the nurses, don't even think about professional nurses. They are almost crazy with work. We can send some nurse apprentices who have learned quite well over. They are only responsible for injections, and other nursing can only rely on the nurses you have here."

"I can testify to this point." Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded at the door. Pamela pushed the door open and said: "Sorry, I saw the door open, so I didn't knock."

"It's okay, come in. It was originally your appointment time." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite the desk and then continued: "Police Chief Gordon is my friend, and we have almost finished talking. It won't delay our conversation later."

Pamela's tone was always flat, and she had no expression. She shrugged indifferently, sat on the chair, looked at Police Chief Gordon, and said:

"Selina complained to me that since she was caught to be a nurse, she hasn't wandered around Cat Getan at night for a long time. Even Bruce is worried about whether she will accumulate fatigue. No one should continue to work overtime for 5 hours after working for 12 hours."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Pamela's tone, Gordon touched his nose and said: "The situation is special now, Selina is a kind-hearted girl."

Pamela rolled her eyes and said: "Anyone who can't escape you is a kind-hearted girl."

Schiller looked at Gordon with interest. Gordon was even more embarrassed. He coughed twice and said: "We are really too short of nurses! I have to admit that young ladies are indeed more suitable for this kind of work. You have to understand me. I almost called Barbara!"

"Alright, has the situation become so serious that you want to call your ex-girlfriend? Pamela, understand this police chief, he has paid enough."

Pamela curled her lips and said: "If it weren't for Professor Victor helping me ask for leave, I should be practicing injections in the hospital now."

Schiller laughed. He didn't expect that Gordon had actually grabbed strong men to this extent.

Gordon was completely anxious this time. Otherwise, he couldn't have caught Catwoman to be a nurse. In the past few days, he must have been scratched a lot.

For an old-school detective, going everywhere to contact young ladies and introducing them to jobs, no matter how you look at it, it seems like being a hooligan. Gordon was very unaccustomed to this, but there was no other way.

In order to end this awkward topic quickly, Gordon kicked the heel of his other foot with the leather shoe of one foot, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, looked back, and said: "I won't disturb your conversation. I'll go first. The patients and nurses will arrive tomorrow. Thank you, Professor Schiller."

Schiller lowered his head, smiled and shook his head, and then cast his gaze on Pamela. Only then did he notice that Pamela's eyes had turned emerald green, and they were a bit demonic.

Pamela leaned on the back of the chair, folded her hands on her lap, lowered her eyelids, and said: "As you can see, this is the consequence of accepting the power of the Green of All Things, and I have a pair of demon eyes."

"I suggested to Victor that you come here to see me, not just to chat with you. I also want to express my gratitude to you. If you hadn't accepted the power of the Green of All Things and turned those terrible broccoli back to their original size, I might still be freezing in the ice and snow of Moscow."

"It's nothing." Pamela appeared indifferent. She turned her head to one side and said: "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli as tall as a building... Professor, am I sick? Do I need to take medicine?"

Pamela's question was so straightforward that Schiller froze for a moment, but soon, he replied: "It wouldn't be Victor who told you to come here for medical treatment, right? Oh my god, don't listen to him. You are still far from mental illness!"

Hearing this, although Pamela's expression didn't change, her arms relaxed a bit and were no longer tightly against her body. Schiller continued to comfort: "Victor said that your mood is a bit low, as if you don't have the strength to do anything. I just want to confirm, is this not a side effect of your deal with the Green of All Things?"

Pamela shook her head lightly and said: "That has nothing to do with it. The deal we made is still quite fair. I become its spokesperson, help it maintain the stability of the plant world, and it gives me the power to control plants."

After speaking, Pamela pointed lightly at the dwarf pine next to Schiller. Instantly, the branches that were originally a bit sparse became lush again, and the shape became very beautiful, looking full of vitality.

"It's amazing to me, Miss. I don't mean this kind of ability, but your aesthetics. Yesterday, I pruned here for half an hour, but only made this poor tree look closer to death."

"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what state they are in that is most conducive to growth, and this is what humans think is vitality."

Pamela explained simply, and then continued to answer Schiller's previous question: "This is my old problem. About every two months, I will have a period of depression, feeling that I don't have the strength to do anything. I have been like this since I was a child, and it has nothing to do with the Green of All Things."

"Will drinking coffee or tea improve it?" Schiller asked.

"That's not sleepiness. I am very clear-headed, just don't want to do anything. However, lying at home didn't make me feel better, but made me feel even more uncomfortable." Pamela frowned slightly.

"I thought I had depression, and I also went to the hospital to do those test questions, but the results of the test questions fluctuated, and pathological examinations didn't yield any results." Pamela appeared somewhat helpless.

Schiller tapped the desktop with his fingertips, thought for a while, and then said: "Did you have an examination during childhood?"

Pamela opened her eyes slightly, as if she had never heard this question before. She recalled and then said: "No, of course not. I didn't have time to have an examination when I was a child."

"This might be a sequela of childhood depression." Schiller made a judgment and said: "The increase in age and the change in environment have made your childhood depression self-heal. In early childhood, long-term emotional lows have become a part of your life."

Schiller dragged a long tail sound and then sighed: "Even if you take antidepressant drugs now, it's useless, because that kind of emotional low is actually just your hallucination, a sequela brought by the shadow of childhood, rather than any physiological lesion."

Afterward, he looked into Pamela's green eyes and said: "If you don't feel at ease, you can do another set of test questions or check your brain waves, but I think the possibility of using drug treatment is not high. If you really feel very uncomfortable, I can prescribe you some placebos."

"No need. At least now, when I lie on the bed, I can still talk to plants." Pamela shook her head lightly and said: "These little green guys are the best placebos for me."

"I heard that you and Selina have become friends? She is a quite cheerful girl. I think you can talk to her more. Of course, she also has a cute daughter. You can tell her stories together. Being with children is conducive to you alleviating your inner tension..."

Just as he said this, a burst of urgent knocking came. Schiller frowned and shouted: "Please come in."

Mrs. Miller pushed the door in, her expression serious, and said: "Police Chief Gordon just called. A murder case happened at Wei En Hospital. The deceased is an internal medicine doctor. Mr. Wei En hopes you can go there now."

"But I am currently giving..."

Pamela stood up immediately and said: "My situation ends here, Professor. You go ahead."

Pretending not to see the reluctance in Schiller's eyes, Pamela walked to the door quickly, nodded to Mrs. Miller, and left.

Schiller let out a long sigh, then looked at Mrs. Miller with anticipation and said: "You should have told him that I am busy, right?"

"On the contrary." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said: "I said, you are almost molding from idleness, staying in the hospital every day, doing nothing!"

"Professor, what you do every day is to take the scissors from the inpatient department to the clinic, and take the pens from the clinic to the inpatient department. You connect two carriages, and the transport capacity is stronger than a train!"

Schiller covered his forehead. He just wanted to open his mouth to shirk, but Mrs. Miller walked to the door, closed the door while saying: "You can't hide from your students like hiding from enemies for a lifetime. No matter what mistakes he made, you will always meet again."

After Mrs. Miller closed the door, Schiller looked at the desktop, sighed deeply, and then said: "I really didn't expect that one day I would be so reluctant to see Batman... I am really a clown, oh no, the clown only feels sorry for Batman." ===== CHAPTER 1121 =====