Chapter 1151

In the ward of Arkham Asylum, Schiller took the medical record and said to the nurse: "... Tomorrow, give him another day of IV fluids. If the manic symptoms haven't improved, transfer him to a regular ward. I suspect he might have hereditary mental problems."

"By the way, the patient in Bed 4 has recovered very well and will be discharged tomorrow. He said he slept very well in the hospital and hopes we can prescribe him some sleeping pills. Later, I'll write a prescription for anxiety. When you dispense the medicine, remember to give him 30% less medicine, let him take it at intervals, and don't let him form a dependency."

The nurse was recording while listening to Schiller speak. And at this time, another nurse suddenly rushed into the door and shouted: "It's not good! Dr. Schiller! A pregnant woman in Ward 4 has her due date advanced. I'm afraid she's going to give birth in our hospital!"

"Mrs. Miller has already gone over, but the pregnant woman's mental state hasn't completely improved, and her blood pressure is rising sharply. Please go over with Dr. Brand immediately!"

Schiller immediately put down the things in his hand and ran to the 4th floor with several nurses in the ward. As soon as he ran over, he smelled a heavy bloody scent.

He hadn't even walked into the ward when he said to the nurse behind him: "Our hospital doesn't have a blood bank. The closest one should be the Central Hospital, right? Let them open the blood bank and send a few obstetricians over!"

While speaking, he walked into the ward and then said: "We can handle mental health matters, but we can't handle giving birth. I hope they can come quickly."

About 4 hours later, Schiller, covered in blood, walked out of the ward. He sighed somewhat exhaustedly and chatted with the obstetrician beside him: "It was indeed too critical. I haven't seen this kind of situation for many years. Fortunately, everyone's medical skills are superb..."

After sending the obstetrician away, it was already close to midnight. Pulling someone back from the gates of hell wasn't that simple. Even for a psychiatrist, wanting to stabilize the pregnant woman's blood pressure, let her adjust her breathing, and cooperate with the production was also a very difficult thing.

Fortunately, doctors in major hospitals in Cat Getan were already used to giving birth in all kinds of dangerous scenes. The final result was that both mother and child were safe. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, intending to return to the lounge to clean up, and then go directly to sleep.

But as soon as he returned to his office, he discovered that a figure was actually sitting on the sofa, and it didn't have two pointed ears.

When this figure heard the movement and stood up, turning to look at Schiller, both of them froze at the same time.

Schiller was because he didn't know this person in front of him at all. This figure looked very young, with blonde hair, a sunny and handsome face, and a watch of great value on his hand. He looked like a rich young master.

And the person opposite froze because Schiller's image was really a bit too scary.

When Schiller entered the ward, he didn't have time to wear a surgical gown. The situation was critical, and there wasn't enough manpower. He and Brand both undertook part of the nurse's work, getting covered in blood.

Now his face, a pair of hands, and half of his sleeves were full of coagulated blood, a large piece of blood stain splashed on his chest, and traces of blood were also smeared on his neck and behind his ears.

Actually, this kind of situation wasn't rare in the emergency department. After all, some patients were sent over, spraying blood like a fountain. Even if wearing a surgical gown, it couldn't be completely protected against. But the person opposite clearly wasn't a doctor. Seeing Schiller's image, he was completely stunned.

"Uh, sorry, are you..." Schiller looked at him and asked somewhat confusedly.

The person opposite froze for a full ten seconds before slowly opening his mouth and saying: "Hello, Professor Schiller, I am... I am Roman Sionis, a graduate of Cat Getan University this year. I arrived this afternoon, and Mrs. Miller asked me to wait in your office. But I didn't expect that you would only return now..."

Schiller nodded understandingly, and then he looked at Roman and asked: "Then may I ask, what are you here for?"

"Oh, it's like this, Professor Schiller..."

Roman had just said this when the office door was knocked on again. Bruce walked in from outside the door. Seeing Schiller's image, he also froze.

"What are you here for again?" Schiller looked at Bruce and asked. Then, he glanced at Bruce and looked at Roman, saying: "Is the major you are majoring in at Cat Getan University staying up late? Do you know what time it is now? Is there anything that can't wait until tomorrow?"

Bruce froze for a moment. He looked down at his watch. It was 10 o'clock in the evening. But he clearly remembered that this professor wouldn't sleep before 2 o'clock in the morning, and every time he came to Schiller to revise his thesis, it was after 11 o'clock. Schiller never complained that he came too late.

But following that, Bruce reacted again. Shouldn't he be surprised that Schiller was covered in blood? Why wasn't he surprised at all by Schiller's such ferocious image?

"Bruce, why did you come over too?" Roman took the initiative to greet Bruce, looked at him and said: "Didn't you transfer to the Physics Department to study for a master's degree? Are you here to handle the transfer of major?"

Seeing Roman, Bruce was also somewhat surprised. He and Roman were college classmates, just not in the same major, and the two had a good private relationship because the Sionis family was also a famous wealthy family in Cat Getan. Their fathers were old friends, and they often met at various social engagements and gatherings.

"I'm here to discuss some private issues with Professor Schiller." Bruce replied. Then, he looked at Roman and asked: "And you?"

"Oh." Roman revealed a somewhat awkward expression. He said: "It's a bit embarrassing to say, my family wants me to study at Metropolis University. My father hopes that I can get a recommendation letter with weight."

"You also know, among Cat Getan University, the most famous belongs to Professor Schiller. He recently had another heavyweight thesis and is a hot figure in the academic world. My father's meaning is, if we can get his recommendation letter, our family will have more face."

Roman's expression became more and more awkward. Following that, he looked at Schiller and said: "Uh, sorry, Professor, my dad, he is that kind of... um... that kind of old-fashioned one, just the kind who feels that money can solve any problem."

"Of course, I absolutely have no disrespect for you. But, if you could be a bit accommodating, the Sionis family would definitely be very grateful to you."

"You've found the wrong person for this." Bruce shook his head, revealed a smile, and then said: "Don't you know yet? Professor Schiller is famously strict. Among the entire Cat Getan University, the Psychology Department is the one with the most upright academic style. Otherwise, I wouldn't have almost failed to graduate."

Hearing this, Roman sighed very dejectedly and said: "I said it wouldn't work, my dad wouldn't believe it. But... Professor Schiller, are you alright? Why are you covered in blood?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just now there was a critically ill patient, and the hospital didn't have enough manpower. I participated in the rescue, so I ended up like this. The time today is a bit late, wouldn't you two rather come back tomorrow?"

Bruce and Roman opened their mouths at the same time, but neither had any intention of moving their feet. Both seemed to want the other to leave first, and then stay behind to talk to Schiller alone. So, neither had any intention of leaving, but instead stood in a stalemate in place.

Just at this time, another series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Harley ran in while shouting: "Schiller, I thought of a good way to catch that idiot who created the hospital murder case. You really have to praise me, I'm simply a... oh... my God, what happened to you?!!!"

Harley, who ran into the door, looked at Schiller, who was covered in blood, froze for two seconds, let out a shocking scream, and then shouted: "You wouldn't have already finished off that murderer, right?! I knew it, you've long wanted to finish him off!!!!"

Following that, she rushed in front of Schiller and chattered at him: "What method did you use to kill him? So much blood... let me think, you wouldn't have used a hammer to smash him to pieces, right? That's really a good idea, I like it!"

"No, looking at the direction of this blood splatter, you should have used a knife, right? You cut his throat open? My God, that taste must be very wonderful, right?"

But following that, she shouted very angrily: "Such a fun thing, you actually didn't bring me!!!"

Seeing Bruce and Roman in front of her staring at her, Schiller covered Harley's mouth and said to them with a smile: "This child's mental state isn't quite normal. She's talking nonsense. You must not take it to heart."

"Alright, I just participated in an emergency rescue, and I'm very tired now. I want to go to sleep, so, can I please ask you two to leave first?"

The meaning of Schiller's sending off guests on his face was already very obvious. Although he said this sentence with a smile, combined with the blood on his face and hands, this sentence had another layer of meaning, that is, if you don't leave, you will never be able to leave again.

"Alright, sorry to bother you, Professor, we'll contact you next time." Roman gave up first. He nodded at Bruce and Schiller, then walked out of the room. Following that, Bruce glanced at Schiller and also left.

Schiller sent Harley to Mrs. Miller, but still didn't rest immediately, but waited in his office for a while. Sure enough, Batman's figure appeared in the office again.

Before Schiller could speak, Batman opened his mouth first with a very certain tone: "It seems they have already found you. How many did you finish off?"

Schiller just opened his mouth when Batman grabbed in front of him again and said: "I don't want to hear any details, and I have no interest in your modus operandi. Since they are serial killers themselves, they aren't worth sympathizing with, and you are acting in self-defense, I can temporarily not care. But you'd better restrain yourself and don't lead children astray."

After speaking, Batman left from the windowsill again. Schiller stood by the window, looked at his figure jumping down the building, and shook his head helplessly.

Just when Schiller intended to return to his room to rest, the office phone rang again. He had to walk over to answer the phone. A familiar voice came from the opposite side. It was the murderer who had harassed Schiller before. He said in that low tone.

"It seems that one idiot has already been finished off by you, perhaps more than one. I think they received very good hospitality at your place. But it doesn't matter, I will also treat you well."