Chapter 930

Located in the South District of Cat Getan, Wei En Hospital is a top-tier private hospital funded by the Wei En family, enjoying a great reputation on the East Coast. The only reason many wealthy people from out of town come to Cat Getan is to seek medical treatment here.

However, Bruce Wei En himself actually rarely comes to this hospital. Even when he was active as Batman, including when he was helping those children before, he went to Cat Getan Central Hospital, not here.

Because the honorary dean of this hospital is still called Thomas Wei En. This is a hospital invested in and established by the Wei En couple before their death.

However, today, it is exceptionally busy here. One stretcher after another is carried into the operating room, and the smell of blood permeates the corridor. What is even more puzzling and terrifying is that wails and screams are constantly coming from the operating room.

The window of the corridor was blown open by the wind, and a cold wind penetrated the door of the operating room. In the operating room, the hospital beds and lamps used for surgery were all overturned on the ground. Bruce pinched the neck of a blood-covered patient with one hand until he gradually fell into a coma due to suffocation.

Bruce withdrew his hand, stood up, exhaled, looked at the nurses shrinking in the corner, and said, "Has Dr. Brand come? Where are the other psychiatrists and nurses? Let them come over and prepare sedative drugs."

At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open. The head nurse of the psychiatric department rushed in, ignoring the messy props on the ground, waved her hand very skillfully, and said, "Put on the restraint clothes, prepare sedation!"

Several male nurses walked up, pressed the patient down, put on restraint clothes, tied them to the stretcher, and then carried them out. Watching their departing backs, Bruce narrowed his eyes. He turned his head and said to the nurses, "Don't tell anyone about today's situation. All other patients should be transferred to the critical care ward first, and surgery will not be performed for the time being..."

"But... but..." A nurse stood out and said, "Many people have severe injuries and have been bleeding. If they don't stop bleeding immediately..."

Bruce sighed and said, "Is it possible to perform surgery without coming into contact with them?"

Several nurses looked at each other and said, "I'm afraid it's very difficult. If they keep struggling like this, there's no way to perform suturing."

"Then send them to the psychiatric department first, and treat them after they are given sedative drugs," Bruce said while stepping over the debris on the floor of the messy operating room and walking out.

And what he didn't notice was that among the nurses huddled together behind him, a young baby-faced nurse covered her arm. Fresh blood flowed out from between her fingers, and there was a wound on her arm, looking like it had just been scratched.

In the corridor, he met another doctor. He asked, "Has Dr. Brand come? Has Professor Schiller been called?"

That doctor nodded to him and said, "Dr. Brand has already arrived at the consultation room. Professor Schiller's butler said that he cannot be contacted for the time being. If there is any news, I will call you as soon as possible."

Bruce nodded and walked quickly toward the consultation room. As soon as he entered, he saw Brand and several other psychiatrists frowning at the medical records. Bruce heard him say:

"This is very abnormal. This is not a general state of excitement. The dosage of the medicine we used for the previous patient has reached the maximum, but the physical data is still abnormal..."

One of the doctors suggested, "Could it be a stress response to pain? Their limbs and trunks have varying degrees of injury. Some mental illnesses will have a more sensitive reaction to pain..."

"But many people have already lost too much blood, and they can still jump more than a meter high. Is this really normal?" A younger doctor questioned and said, "This has already exceeded the scope of stress response. This degree of pain cannot make them completely lose their sanity. Don't they know that performing such crazy exercise might cost them their lives?"

"Could it be a special manifestation of neurogenic convulsions?" An older doctor stroked his chin and said, "Have the symptoms of epilepsy been checked?"

"No, I don't think it's epilepsy at all. Last month I received a similar case..."

Bruce stepped forward and asked, "Gentlemen, are there any results? The patient who was just sent to the operating room has gone crazy again..."

"Gone crazy again? This is the fourth one, right?! Even if it's the excited manifestation of schizophrenia you mentioned, it shouldn't be contagious, right? Or is it that there is some kinship between them that we don't know about?"

"I said it's unlikely to be schizophrenia. Dissociative identity disorder?... No, it's impossible for so many people to get sick at the same time..."

Brand looked at the analysis report and said nothing, seemingly thinking of something. Bruce had just wanted to step forward to ask when he heard a noisy sound coming from the corridor again:

"God! Stop her! Nina! Nina! Where are you going?... Damn it, she scratched me! It hurts."

"Nina, are you crazy? Come back! That's a window! If you fall down, you'll be smashed into meat paste!!!"

Bruce immediately walked quickly toward the door. As soon as he pushed the door open, with a "bang", a medical cart used for storage smashed against the opposite wall. Bruce's hand immediately pressed on the Batarang at his waist.

He looked toward the end of the corridor and saw a figure wearing a nurse's uniform running upstairs. Bruce immediately chased after her, and behind him, Brand also chased after her.

"Stop her!" Brand shouted, "This matter is not that simple! It's not just a simple mental illness attack! She can't be allowed to hurt anyone else!"

Bruce ran upstairs quickly, asking while running, "What exactly is going on? Why have they all suddenly gone crazy?!"

"The wound is the problem!" Brand's speed was not slower than Bruce's at all. He said, "Everyone who is scratched will go crazy... hurry up and stop her!!!"

Bruce looked up while running. At this angle, he could just see the nurse's shoes flashing past above his head.

Bruce frowned and accelerated, because he found that this young nurse was still wearing high heels. At the same time, her skirt was not suitable for exercise at all, but this crazy nurse's running speed was actually faster than his, which was extremely abnormal.

Finding that he might not be able to catch up like this, Bruce threw two Batarangs directly. A scream came from upstairs, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground rang out. Bruce and Brand took three steps as two and arrived at the top floor of the hospital.

The Batarang hit the nurse's calf, but the nurse who fell to the ground climbed up instantly, as if she couldn't feel pain at all. She "bang" hit open the door to the rooftop and then rushed out.

Bruce and Brand followed closely behind. The nurse turned around, her nurse's cap fell off, and her long hair covered her ferocious face. Short panting sounds constantly came from her throat. Bruce held a Batarang in his hand, turned his head slightly, and asked, "Are you sure this is not a mental illness?"

"I am certainly sure!" Brand threw the analysis report in his hand aside and then said, "No matter what you can do now, hit her with your greatest strength. Believe me, this is for her own good!"

As soon as his voice fell, Bruce rolled to the side, dodging the crazy nurse who was pouncing over. He saw that the eyes under the nurse's black long hair had turned into crazy and chaotic gray.

That kind of gray made Bruce pause, but the next second, claws brushed past his ear. Just as they were about to touch his shoulder, a muffled "bang" sound came, and the nurse was knocked flying.

Bruce retreated and turned his head. He saw a scorched black mark appear on the back of the nurse lying on the ground. The scattered sparks, not yet completely extinguished, drifted from her back to the ground and disappeared into the puddle.

Bruce turned his head instantly and looked at Brand. Brand withdrew his hand and then said, "I said, this is a new type of firearm. Would you believe it?"

"Magician?!" Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Brand. Brand turned his head away and said, "You should have known long ago that people who dare to come to Cat Getan to hide from enemies are not ordinary people."

Bruce knew that now was not the time to ask questions. He had wanted to walk back into the building, but when he approached the edge of the building, he saw the scene in the window of another building.

Several nurses screamed, holding stools and smashing them at a patient, while that patient kept pouncing toward them. A few seconds later, there was an extra wound on the back of one of the nurses.

She lay on the ground screaming, panting constantly, and her face turned pale. At this time, Bruce looked up at the sky. His arm felt the moist coolness. It was raining in Cat Getan again.

"I said, this is not a mental illness. There is no such mental illness in this world that will spread through this method." Brand walked over, turned over the nurse he had knocked down, pointed to her arm, and said to Bruce, "See this wound? If you have a little medical common sense, you should know that a normal surface wound should not be in this state now..."

"What exactly is going on? Is this... a virus?" Bruce immediately thought of a possibility, but Brand shook his head and said, "I suspect this might be a curse, a curse that makes people crazy, bloodthirsty, and fearless of pain."

Just as he said this, "bang", the other half of the door to the rooftop was also hit open. Two figures pounced toward Bruce and Brand.

Bruce dodged flexibly. Brand waved his hand, and a brilliance appeared a few meters away. His figure flashed there.

Bruce carefully observed these two figures pouncing over again. They were a man and a woman. Among them, the male was wearing a white coat, looking like a doctor in the hospital. His injured part was on his calf, but it didn't affect his actions at all.

The male doctor didn't have long hair, so Bruce could see his eyes more clearly. His eyes were also gray.

Bruce paused, but the subsequent attack left him no time to think. Three Batarangs were thrown out. The male doctor was knocked back a few steps, but the extra wounds didn't make him retreat; instead, they made him even crazier.

Bruce wasn't wearing a Batsuit. He felt that his current clothing shouldn't be able to withstand their tearing, so he turned to Brand and said, "I'm going to call for fire support, cover me!"

After speaking, he retreated two steps, pressed his belt, and after reloading the Batarangs, intended to face the male doctor again.

But the rain in Cat Getan was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain mist blurred his vision, also making his opponents crazier and more agile. Bruce wasn't unable to handle such an attack, but he had to ensure he couldn't be scratched, so it was somewhat difficult to parry.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly, the male doctor in front of him paused and then slowly fell down. Appearing in Bruce's field of vision was first a pitch-black umbrella handle, and behind the umbrella handle was Schiller's face.

Brand, who was dealing with another nurse, shouted loudly, "This is your fire support?!"

"This is probably your fire support." Bruce put away the Batarangs and looked at Schiller.

But Schiller turned his head and looked downstairs at the hospital. At this time, the dark clouds over Cat Getan became heavy again, and the last sunlight vanished into the shadows.

Thick fog surged between the streets, and swaying eerie shadows, like swaying human figures, also like terrifying things stumbling from the depths of the fog and rain.