Chapter 1412

Perhaps because the short sunny day had just passed and the dark clouds hadn't had time to close completely, the dusk in Cat Getan looked exceptionally rich. The golden-red sunset light, which all Gothamites had never seen, followed the Cat Getan River all the way north to the barren island near the North District, illuminating the old, dilapidated fences of Arkham Asylum, which were being demolished, until they sparkled.

Workers were demolishing the old guardrails, setting up brand-new, solid fences, and hammering them heavily into the ground. The smell of the turned-up damp soil mixed with the smell of paint, and it was blown away by the sea breeze before long.

This weather-beaten old madhouse finally ushered in a new life, moving from the local area in the southwest of Cat Getan's North District to an island on the north shore of Cat Getan, with an area expanded by more than ten times.

Just an ordinary mental hospital wouldn't need to occupy an entire island, but the newly built Arkham Asylum had research centers for psychiatry, brain science, psychology, etc., and there were also chemistry, cryogenics, botany, human life science, mechanical dynamics, and other research and laboratories on the island.

Of course, their official names were not scientific laboratories, but "Arkham Asylum Patient Exchange Activity Center."

And why the newly renovated Arkham Asylum moved in such a hurry and expanded to this extent has to start from the turning point of Schiller's career.

Previously, Schiller temporarily suspended his teaching position at Cat Getan University and turned to serve as an attending physician at Arkham Asylum, restarting his practice.

And Bruce's view on this was—a rare opportunity, it's time for Schiller to take all the mentally abnormal villains in Cat Getan to roll in academics.

So, he did it himself and built a base camp for all the lunatics.

All kinds of high-tech laboratories were available, expensive and scarce experimental materials were inexhaustible, and even the corpse materials for human experiments were provided by gangs, delivered on the same day, guaranteed fresh.

The days of being in a mess for experimental equipment and raw materials, and killing people for human experiments in violation of regulations were gone forever. Batman used his money ability to provide for all the villains in Cat Getan. As long as results could be produced, everything was negotiable.

Thus, following the grand scene of gang bosses frantically pouring into Arkham Asylum, another spectacular scene appeared. The overly mental evil villains in Cat Getan City actively checked in, but couldn't grab a ward at all.

In the office of the attending physician of the new Arkham Asylum, Schiller unbuttoned his suit jacket, hung up the suit jacket he took off, put on a white coat, and brought a stethoscope and a notebook.

The nurse outside the door took out a list from the folder in her hand and handed it to Schiller, who walked out of the door, and said: "Professor, you are responsible for the ward rounds on the first and second floors today, and there are three individual conversations. This is the schedule, do you see any problems?"

Schiller glanced at the schedule in his hand, pulled a fountain pen from his pocket, signed it, and handed it back to the nurse. The nurse turned to the other side at the next intersection, while Schiller walked straight forward to the elevator.

The newly built Arkham Asylum still adopted the retro style that the Wei En family liked most. Dark blue wallpaper matched with brownish-red wall surrounds, the top was decorated with naturalistic plaster lines, wall lamps imitated Victorian-era candlesticks. Except for the carpet on the elevator floor, everything else was paved with fine diamond-shaped black and red floor tiles.

The metal walls around the elevator were painted with luxurious gold. Schiller was observing the patterns on the wallpaper when the elevator shook slightly. The first floor arrived, and Schiller walked out.

He happened to meet Mrs. Miller in the corridor. Seeing Schiller's neat attire, Mrs. Miller nodded with satisfaction, and Schiller also nodded lightly in return. The two brushed past each other.

In addition to the higher specifications of the building and facilities, the new Arkham Asylum also became more professional. Wei En Enterprises hired more than twenty experienced psychiatrists. Some of them were Schiller's old classmates and former colleagues, and some were his students. At the same time, a group of experienced nurses were hired.

With more personnel, naturally, standardized management was needed, including doctor codes, medical staff attire, time arrangements, and work allocation. From any angle, the newly built Arkham Asylum was already a modern mental illness hospital.

Therefore, Schiller went to update his license as a mental illness physician and psychologist, and wore doctor's clothing during diagnosis and ward rounds. Of course, to avoid causing unnecessary psychological hints and pressure, he didn't wear it during individual conversations with patients.

Schiller, who returned from ward rounds, put on his suit again. Just as he was buttoning up, the nurse knocked on the office door and said outside the door: "Mr. Sionis applied to complete today's conversation in his personal nursing ward. If you approve, I will go get the key."

Schiller's buttoning action paused. The nurse opened the door. Schiller looked at her and asked: "Roman Sionis? Has his trial ended?"

"Yes, six charges including murder, pleaded guilty but mentally insane, and was finally sentenced to twenty years of imprisonment in Arkham Asylum."

"He is not in the special nursing ward?" Schiller asked.

The nurse shook her head and said: "Mrs. Miller said he was just a hot-tempered greenhorn, no need for special nursing, and his crimes were not heavy enough, so there was no place for him in the special nursing ward."

"This is my first conversation with him, right? What is his attitude?" Schiller asked while tidying his tie.

"He said he was your student and was looking forward to meeting you. At the same time, he wanted to know the movements of Bruce Wei En, but we didn't talk to him."

Schiller said while walking out: "That's right, Sionis might have a very serious tendency toward violence, don't get close to him."

Getting on the elevator again, the nurse followed him and said: "Do you have any other instructions?"

Schiller looked back at her and said: "Do you mean, if he is my student, whether you should give him some extra 'preferential treatment'? Some time ago, he accused me of mental abuse of students, which almost made me lose my job."

"It is precisely because we know that we want to ask whether to give him some extra 'preferential treatment'?" The nurse said this with a blank face and a calm tone. Schiller looked into her eyes.

The nurse shook her head and said: "This is the subtle rule of the madhouse. If a patient is very difficult to deal with, we will give enough medicine to try not to let him cause trouble for doctors and others."

"Mrs. Miller asked you to come over, right?" Schiller turned his head back and said: "I will give you a list later. Do not give too many sedatives to the people on the list, and use as few tranquilizers as possible to avoid affecting their brains."

The elevator door opened. Schiller pushed his glasses and said: "After all, the old man Wei En who paid to build the new hospital is not doing charity. They still have academic indicators to complete."

The nurse nodded, led Schiller to the door of a ward on the second floor. A nursing ward, as the name suggests, is a ward that needs nursing, which is half a prison.

Many mental hospitals will accommodate criminals who are guilty but mentally insane. They do not live in wards with multiple beds, communication, and free activities like other patients, but live in nursing wards with iron railings, guards, and regular conversations and inspections.

After Schiller walked in, the entire ward was divided into two halves, separated by a wall up to the waist and iron railings on the upper part. There was a half-person-high small door with a lock at the end of the room for patients to enter and exit normally.

A security guard stood in the room. Seeing Schiller come in, he nodded and said: "Doctor, the registration form is over there. Both the first and second pages need to be signed. The conversation time must not exceed two hours. I will knock on the door to signal you when the time is up. If there is any accident, call me loudly."

Schiller nodded, sat down on the single chair outside the railing. After the security guard went out, Schiller stood up, tapped the railing lightly with his finger, and shouted: "Roman?"

Roman, lying on the single bed at the end of the room, turned over. Seeing it was Schiller, he immediately sat up and rushed to the railing, holding the railing and shaking it constantly, shouting loudly.

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"You really are fine! Did Bruce Wei En help you get acquitted?! You pay attention to him because he is rich enough! Can help you solve all kinds of troubles! You are all like this!

"

Schiller put one leg on the other, the leather shoes reflecting the light of the ceiling chandelier faintly. He looked at Roman calmly and said: "The nurse told me you were looking forward to meeting me. I thought you had something more valuable to tell me."

Roman was suddenly choked, and the fire of anger in his chest was extinguished by a basin of cold water. Schiller stood up, picked up the registration form, and began to sign, while lowering his head and saying.

"I don't care about you accusing me. For a mental patient, any outrageous behavior has traces to follow. But for me, your act of instigating my students is still difficult to forgive, and obviously, you don't accept the fact that I wasn't tried because of your accusation."

"Since this is the case, we don't have to make things difficult for each other. I will transfer the work of talking to you to Dr. Brand. After about forty minutes of basic questioning, you will never have to see me again."

"Wait." Roman shouted: "You can't, you can't... You ignore me so much just because I'm not as valuable as Bruce Wei En! But this is not fair at all! Am I not your student?! Wei En is not that outstanding in his studies either!"

"Yes." Schiller didn't deny it. He still sat in place, his hands on his legs and said: "But whether you are outstanding or not is not the only criterion for judging a person. You put too much attention on Bruce Wei En and forgot that the top priority is to cure your own mental illness."

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm afraid your defense lawyer won't like what you say." Schiller straightened his body, leaned forward, and supported his knees with his elbows, saying: "Mr. Sionis, I hope you understand one thing. I am not a savior. I don't feel I have the responsibility to cure you just because you have personality trauma caused by domestic violence."

"Aren't you a doctor?!"

"Yes, so I understand that I can't save everyone in this world." Schiller seemed to have completely lost interest in talking, stood up, tidied the edges of his suit, looked at Roman and said.

"I will treat other patients seriously because they have talent and value. Mr. Sionis, if you don't make yourself valuable enough, then I'm afraid you won't stay here for long."

The tone of Schiller's last sentence sank to the bottom, trying to give Roman some hints. This was the limit of what he could do.

Black Mask Roman Sionis and Hush Thomas Elliot previously accused Schiller of mental control and abuse of students. Apart from this, neither of them was a very talented person, at least not suitable for Cat Getan now.

Bruce has fully taken over the secret communication channels of serial killers. Various lunatics and killers frequently exchange information about the abundant scientific research resources provided by Arkham Asylum specifically for natural-born lunatics in the newspapers. Those born in poverty want to come in and live luxuriously, and those who are not short of money also want to come in and compete with masters.

A personal nursing ward means more private space, and the quota is even more precious. If Roman doesn't hurry up and do something, someone will soon make this wasted ward vacant.

Schiller had done his best. He opened the ward door in advance, walked out amidst Roman's shouting, nodded to the security guard, and then cast his gaze on the newspaper in the security guard's hand.

"Doctor, do you want to read the newspaper?" The security guard smiled and handed the newspaper to Schiller. Schiller wanted to refuse, but the security guard waved his hand and said: "It's not allowed to read newspapers during working hours. You must help me hide it from Mrs. Miller. I'm going in."

After saying that, he stuffed the newspaper to Schiller. Schiller didn't decline anymore, but unfolded the newspaper and looked at a piece of news written in bold text on the front page headline.

"Bandage Murderer Thomas Elliot was arrested at 2 pm today and has been escorted to Florence Supermax Prison to await legal judgment."