Chapter 146: R: It's Useful (Part 2)

The old bank converted into Arkham Sanitarium is located in the financial district of Lower Manhattan, but not on Huaerjie. It is on the east corner of an intersection on 14th Street.

It was built in the 1930s by a British businessman who came here to invest, so the exterior looks a bit like Gringotts Bank in "Harry Potter," with white walls and complex window decorations.

Just as Nick Fury said, this building is well-maintained, both the exterior and the interior.

Its interior mostly uses wooden furniture. In the lobby, due to the existence of multiple floor-to-ceiling windows, the lighting is very good.

The revolving door with a style from the last century was also preserved. After entering the main door, you face the main counter, and on both sides are two huge staircases. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, and the honey-colored wooden floor underfoot shows some traces of history, but it doesn't look old.

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The building as a whole is not symmetrical. The east side is the main building, so most of the sanitarium rooms are on the east side, while the west side is the clinic and functional building.

Precisely because this old bank is not on Huaerjie, the price of the land was not high when it was bought, and the space is relatively spacious. It has 7 floors, with about 60 usable rooms on the east side and more than 30 on the west side. Behind the 2nd floor on the west side, there is also a sky garden located on the 3rd floor.

The person who built this bank was also willing to spend money. The interior is very luxurious, and the style is extravagant and comfortable. This is a building that very much fits the old-money aesthetic of that era, so without too much decoration, it directly satisfies the aesthetics and practicality of a sanitarium.

Strange walked through the corridor on the 3rd floor of the hospital. A nurse behind him flipped through the notebook in her hand and said, "Mr. Eisen on the 2nd floor wants to drink special drinking water, and Mrs. Harris on the 3rd floor hopes that we can prescribe eye drops containing the immortality factor for her..."

"I'm going to have a meeting with the Dean now. Let's talk about these things after I finish the meeting."

Strange went upstairs and turned left to the Dean's office on the far east side of the 4th floor. When he went in, Schiller was opening champagne. Strange said grumpily, "You intend to open champagne now? Isn't it too early? There's a pile of messes waiting to be cleaned up."

He threw a stack of materials on the table in front of Schiller and said, "You've been busy accepting so many appointment patients, the administrative system of this sanitarium is not perfect. Fifty or sixty patients poured in all at once, and the doctors and nurses are almost driven crazy."

"Don't worry." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to a chair, signaling Strange to sit down. He poured himself a glass of wine first, then poured one for Strange, and said, "S. H. I. E. L. D. agents are already in training. It is estimated that a batch will be sent this afternoon."

"Agents? You told me this morning that the medical staff urgently allocated are agents???"

"Of course, and not only do they not need me to pay their salaries, Nick even has to give me money."

Strange opened his mouth. He wasn't stupid, of course he knew what the agents were here for. He said, "You sold the patients' private information to an intelligence organization???"

"Stephen, look up. Are there any patients here? They eat the most expensive health supplements in the world. Even if they scratch their skin, there are the best private doctors to see them."

Schiller put one hand in his pocket, picked up the wine glass with the other, took a sip of wine, and said, "They didn't come here to see a doctor either."

"I know, of course. They came here for the immortality factor theory you fabricated, wanting to use it to live forever." Strange "snorted" and said.

Schiller shook his head, put down the wine glass, and said, "That's just one aspect. Have you heard of Noah's Ark?"

"God wanted to use a flood to destroy the world, so he built an ark. The number of people the ark can accommodate is limited, and only a very small number of people can survive."

"When things evolve to this point, what happens after boarding the ship is no longer important. What's important is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy a ticket to prove to all the people in the world that they are God's favorites."

"If the captain of Noah's Ark were you, no matter how well this ship is sailed, God wouldn't let a vampire like you in." Strange also picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"How many more medical staff do you need?"

Strange thought for a while, then said, "At least 50 more. The 3rd and 4th floors are almost unattended. They are all clamoring for private nurses."

"I'm not asking for the minimum, but the maximum."

"Maximum? How many people can be stuffed into such a 7-story sanitarium? I'm afraid 1,000 medical staff would be full, right?"

"The money for arranging agents to enter the sanitarium is not your share; that's my remuneration. However, you can take 5 points for the reimbursement quota of falsely reported numbers."

"It won't work without 5,000 people." Strange said decisively, "Patients spend a lot of money. One person needs at least a 200-person medical team to accompany them 24 hours a day."

"Is there still room for improvement?"

Strange rested his elbows on the table and supported his chin with his hands, saying, "That depends on whether you can get the qualification for a medical or pharmaceutical research institute. There is no upper limit to the number of people in this kind of institution. Even if I report 20,000 people, it's fine."

"20,000 people? 2 researchers and an assistant?"

"Internship quotas." Strange emphasized his tone and said, "How many people are there at Columbia University? What about New York University? We grant them internship quotas. Don't talk about 20,000 people. If there were a few more universities in New York, 100,000 people would be very reasonable."

"Wait." Strange suddenly realized that he seemed to have been led into a ditch by Schiller. He said, "Even if you collect money from multiple parties, you don't have to be so ruthless, right?"

"You took the money from these clients, fooled them with health supplements that don't know if they have curative effects, and even took money from intelligence organizations to let them send people in to collect information??? You this..."

Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller. To say he was a vampire, vampires would burst into tears after hearing it. If vampires were half as vicious as him, they wouldn't have ended up as raw materials for health supplements.

Strange was thinking when the door of the Dean's office was knocked. A person wearing a trench coat and a hood walked in. Schiller took out another glass from the wine cabinet and poured a glass of champagne. This person took off his hood, and it was none other than Blade.

"I didn't understand the big set you told me on the phone at all." Blade said somewhat suspiciously, "But are you sure what I'm doing is useful?"

"Of course, of course." Schiller moved a chair for him and signaled him to sit down. After Blade sat down, Schiller said, "What could be more favorable evidence than vampires standing out themselves to prove that the immortality factor in vampires is useful?"

"But I'm not a vampire. I haven't even been bitten. It's just my mother..."

"That's the point. When you tell the story later, you must emphasize that after your mother was bitten, you were born and became a vampire. What does this prove?"

Schiller looked at Strange. Strange was also a bit confused. He said, "What does it prove? Proves that vampires are vicious and even bite pregnant women?"

"No! This proves that a certain substance in vampire blood can be transmitted from mother to child. This will be welcomed by the high-end maternal and infant market."

"Next question, Eric, how old are you this year?"

"Um, I forgot, but I should be over 30, right?"

"No, no, no. You are about 230 years old this year, about the same year as the founding of the United States. You were born with the Federation."

"But I'm not that old..."

"That's not called old. You are young among vampires. There shouldn't be a shortage of 3,000 or 4,000-year-old old guys in your clan, right?"

"As far as I know, except for Dracula, it seems there aren't..."

"Right, Dracula. Is he the oldest? Then do you have his contact information?"

"What do you want to do?" Blade looked at Schiller. Schiller said, "If he is willing to record a promotional video for us, the price is up to him."

"Let a vampire promote a medicine made from himself as a raw material? What on earth are you thinking? How could he possibly agree?"

"But aren't you already here?"

"My situation is special. I hate this group of rats. They are my enemies. I wish humans would kill them all."

"Then how do you know you're the only one with a special situation?"

Schiller said very sincerely, "Eric, you have to know that your power alone is not enough."

"I heard that you have contact with the clan. You can ask those moderates how they plan to deal with the radicals next? If they don't mind, I can talk to them about a business deal."

"Talk business? What do you intend to talk about?"

"Hand over their political enemies to me to deal with. I can give them 20% of the revenue from the medicine sold. This is already very high. Nick can only take 30%."

Blade opened his mouth, paused, and then said, "This is too ridiculous, but..." Blade said quite suspiciously, "It is indeed a bit strange. Humans are promoting medicine made from vampires as raw materials on a large scale. I thought those moderates would start protesting in turns."

"Perhaps you haven't thought that those vampires with the ability to speak don't care about their own kind being made into medicine, as long as it's not themselves."

"On this basis, if it's their enemies who are made into medicine, that couldn't be better."

"And if the whole process doesn't even require them to take action, but only requires them to provide a little insignificant information, they can comprehensively strike their political enemies, let their enemies run around, and even be completely wiped out, then why not do it?"

"If in this process, they not only don't need to pay anything, but can also harvest a lot of money and resources, then why wouldn't they be tempted?"

"In the final analysis..." Schiller stated the conclusion: "The moderate vampires are greedy for enjoyment, and to enjoy in human society, they need status and money. They want these, so we provide them with these, in exchange for their own kind's enemies."

"Under the rule of pure-blood theory, their society will be gradually sacrificed to humans from the bottom up."

"Perhaps..." Schiller sighed and said, "In this world, initially and finally, there will only be one vampire, and that is the immortal Dracula."

Strange and Blade were both silent. After a while, Strange said, "I don't care about these big events. I'm just an ordinary doctor. I want to know, what benefits can this bring me?"

"You are already the attending physician of this sanitarium. Next, no matter how it is divided, you won't be left out. This is the benefit that an entire race can bring."

"What you need to do now is to think about how big a villa you want to lie in to count money, which will be more comfortable."

Strange swallowed, he couldn't even imagine this kind of life, but he still said reservedly, "I'm not that fond of money. I'm a person with pursuits."

Blade shook his head and said, "Money?... Money, what a terrible thing."

"But it's useful." Schiller picked up the wine glass, and the golden wine reflected on the lenses of his eyes, making people unable to see his eyes clearly.

"It's very useful, and it's always useful." ===== CHAPTER 147 =====

"It is very useful, and it will always be useful."