Chapter 3295

"What the hell is going on?! Why is it like this???" A roar approximating anger echoed in the office. Batman stood in the center of the room, almost losing his reason.

Fox stood behind him, and beside Fox, there was also a woman wearing a white coat. She held a stack of examination reports in her hand.

"Calm down, Bruce. The situation hasn't deteriorated to the point of being completely unsolvable, but you need some time."

Her voice was very steady, as if everyone could gain strength from her words. When Batman turned to look at her, he only saw calmness in those deep brown eyes.

He seemed to have suddenly deflated, covering one eye with the root of his palm and saying: "Sorry, Miss. I just feel very sad."

The woman walked up and patted Batman on the shoulder, and Batman actually didn't dodge. The woman put the materials in her hand aside and then said: "Mr. Todd's situation is somewhat special. He seems to have closed off his own heart. If he is unwilling to open it, then all psychological treatments have no meaning for him."

"He only has such a strong reaction to you, perhaps because you were once the person he was most familiar with. He wants to communicate with you, but the shadows of the past have been binding him; you cannot give up so early."

"I never thought about giving up." Batman took a deep breath and said, "Everything is my fault. If I hadn't... that day... I just wanted to say sorry to him."

"There will be a chance." The woman nodded and said, "I will go find my old friend to conduct a consultation for Mr. Todd. During this period, don't go stimulate him again, okay?"

"I will, Dr. Thompkins."

After the woman called Dr. Thompkins walked out of the office, she returned to the ward, but that black-haired young man was still sitting there blankly, having no reaction to her arrival.

Dr. Thompkins walked up to Jason and squatted down, looking at him from bottom to top and said: "I know you can hear me speak. If you are willing, you can tell me about what happened back then. I promise not to tell anyone. But if you are unwilling, I promise no one can force you, including Batman."

After speaking, she patted Jason's knee lightly with her hand and stood up. While taking out her phone to call her old classmate, she walked out of the hospital, came to the parking lot, got into the car, and drove all the way to the Lower East Side.

The car turned several corners and finally stopped at the entrance of a community center in a semi-abandoned community. The sign for the community center here had been taken down, replaced by a handmade wooden sign: "Thompkins Affordable Clinic."

When Dr. Thompkins walked into the clinic, the spacious community center lobby was already crowded with people. Thompkins walked in hurriedly, and a tall white male wearing goggles greeted her. An owl with bright eyes was still standing on his shoulder.

"Oh my god, Piet, you finally came." Dr. Thompkins no longer had the calm, resourceful look she had in her office at Wei En Hospital. She was frowning, looking anxious to the point of exploding.

"Yes, I'm here." The man called Piet, who had a very heavy Nordic accent, said, "I rushed over from Oregon the first time you called me. But I didn't expect the situation to be this bad. In the half-hour you went to Wei En Hospital, I received 16 patients."

"How many did you save?"

"Only nine." Piet shook his head vigorously and said, "The rest died as soon as they were carried in, and I had no way."

Dr. Thompkins patted him on the shoulder and said: "To be able to save nine, you really live up to the name 'Midnight Miracle Doctor'."

Dr. Thompkins had just walked into the corridor when she heard ear-piercing wails coming from a ward. As soon as she walked in, she saw two half-grown children crying on their mother's body.

That black woman's abdomen was full of blood, and the stretcher was hurriedly put down. Dr. Thompkins and Piet rushed over.

Ten minutes later, the two came out sweating profusely. Piet's hands were shaking; he looked at Dr. Thompkins and said: "This place is completely out of control, it's simply a living hell. What exactly is Batman doing?"

Dr. Thompkins picked up a towel to wipe her forehead, wiped away the sweat that was about to drip into her eyes along her eyelashes, and then said: "Don't count on him. He's stretched too thin now, we have to think of a way ourselves."

Piet's lips were a bit blue, and he said: "Six bombings in three hours, three knife-slashing incidents, and two serial murders breaking out at the same time. God, is there anyone who can manage this place?"

Dr. Thompkins's complexion sank, and she said: "The upper society has gone crazy. You go eat something now, and go to the Upper East Side for a turn tonight to send them some gifts."

Piet's complexion got a bit better, and he said: "Should have done this long ago, I didn't come here just to be a doctor."

"How long can you hold them off?"

"I can't kill them directly, at most put some medicine in the water to make them have diarrhea for a few days. It's useless if there's an independent water source."

"That's fine too. We still need more helpers, I will go think of ways again."

Dr. Thompkins soon threw herself into more rescue work, and just when she was so tired her hands were shaking, she received another call from Batman.

"When can the consultation start, Miss?"

Dr. Thompkins glanced at the man who was lying in front of her, holding his broken leg and wailing, and sighed deeply, saying: "Not now, Batman. I have many things to do."

"I will have Fox send you supplies. I only hope it can be as soon as possible." Batman's tone sank.

Thompkins closed her eyes slowly, but she could only say: "Thank you, Batman, you've been a big help."

But she knew in her heart it was useless. No amount of medical supplies and survival materials could change the current situation.

The upper society was killing people in the Lower East Side like crazy, and all community hospitals were full. Her small clinic was crowded with 20 times the usual number of people, and every patient was hovering on the edge of life and death.

If it were just saving people, no amount of doctors would be enough. Those lunatics must be stopped.

But thinking of Jason's current situation, Dr. Thompkins couldn't bear to force Batman anymore. She could only say in her heart, fine, if it's like this, don't expect all doctors to continue to abide by their oaths. Including myself.

Just when Dr. Thompkins wanted to do something, her small clinic welcomed an unexpected person—James Gordon.

This former high-spirited sheriff looked much thinner, as if he had aged ten years overnight, but he didn't look tired, instead looking more spirited.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

"Long time no see, Commissioner, let's skip the polite words. You also see how busy I am now."

"Of course. Expressing my gratitude for saving my life again, but that's all there is, hope you don't mind."

"That's all old news. What are you doing here? Did Batman send you?"

Gordon waved his hand and said: "Don't mention him. Can't always count on him. I am precisely here to solve the problem. How is the situation on your side?"

"Very, very, very bad." Dr. Thompkins wiped her forehead again and said, "The wounded are pouring in continuously, and we only have five people here, including interns and nurses. Manpower is far from enough, too many people have died because of this."

A trace of sorrow appeared on Gordon's face, but it didn't last long, and he said: "You and I should both understand that making those people stop is the key. But now the conflict has intensified to the point of no return. We cannot continue to remain silent."

"I heard about your matter." Dr. Thompkins bandaged another patient, and in the gap between new wounded being sent in, she finally had time to drink a sip of water, and she said, "I don't believe you would kill someone for no reason, but I believe even more that if you really wanted to kill him, that guy wouldn't be able to lie in a hospital bed accusing you."

Gordon grinned and said: "Precisely so. The news of my resignation will be broadcast in about ten minutes."

Dr. Thompkins looked at him deeply.

There was also a TV in the clinic's lobby, meant for waiting patients to pass the time. Now the lobby was crowded with lightly wounded people, and they were all watching the news broadcast on TV.

When they heard the news anchor say that the current Police Commissioner James Gordon had resigned due to being suspected of involvement in a murder case, everyone in the lobby showed a lost expression.

In Cat Getan, everyone knew that James Gordon was the last conscience.

Before the GTO appeared, Gordon was a desperate warrior, turning the tide and supporting the collapsing building. After the GTO appeared, this building was really supported back by him. He was an out-and-out hero in the eyes of Cat Getan people.

After passing the initial confusion, the lobby seemed to explode, and people couldn't care about the pain on their bodies, starting to curse loudly. Cursing the news anchor, cursing the TV station, cursing Harvizer, cursing the upper society...

And after the initial excitement, people fell into silence again. Low, suppressed crying came from the corners.

The children cried because they sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere but didn't know what happened, and could only use crying to express fear. The elderly also cried because they understood what happened better than anyone, and could only use crying to express despair.

Cat Getan's last conscience had fallen, while the bloody slaughter continued. The atmosphere of despair and panic kept spreading, and the ordinary people of Cat Getan finally realized they were walking on a dead end.

A car stopped at the entrance of Wei En Manor. Batman opened the gate. Schiller stood in the dim light of the gradually extinguishing car lights, like the last thin cloud disappearing on the horizon.

"What do you want with me?" Schiller asked.

"I heard you are a psychological doctor." Batman maintained his hand on the gate and said, "Someone needs your help."

"Then you found the right person." Schiller smiled, lifted his foot and walked into the gate, walking straight toward Wei En Manor and saying, "I might be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."

(End of chapter)