[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-942":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2323510,4544,"Chapter 942: Exploring Schiler","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-942",942,"\u003Cp>After less than a second of thought, Batman knew he had no means to confront an uncontrolled psychiatric patient, even if the man was frail and wore a restraint suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His psychiatric training told him that many patients during active episodes possessed terrifying strength, were wildly irrational, felt no pain, and could experience vivid, horrifying hallucinations that fueled extreme aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these conditions, confronting them directly was a bad idea; besides, Batman had already found the weakness item—the best course was to locate the exit Zatanna mentioned, take the weakness item, and leave this memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rhythmic “tap-tap-tap” of metal rings dragging on the floor continued behind him, growing closer—Batman turned and saw Schiler, in a restraint suit, barely three meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the dim light, Batman couldn’t make out his exact features, but the restraint suit was unmistakable—the metal fasteners had been completely torn off, and his face was covered by a metal mask, leaving only his eyes visible; from those eyes, it was clearly Schiler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman immediately increased his speed, racing down the stairs—he had already found clues to the escape route from Schiler’s diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “tap-tap-tap” sounded again; drawing on his experience fighting serial killers, Batman swiftly found a room and darted beneath the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying under the bed, Batman could see the door slowly open—a shadow entered, its outline spreading across the smooth floor toward the bed’s underside; from this angle, he still saw the restraint suit’s straps and the metal rings dragging behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman watched as Schiler, in the restraint suit, circled the room; this Schiler seemed to have no extraordinary vision and failed to spot Batman hiding beneath the bed—only after Schiler left the room and the metallic “tap-tap-tap” vanished completely did Batman crawl out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman remembered seeing the hospital’s floor plan on the wall by the stairwell before he rushed down, but the corridor’s weak lighting had prevented him from reading its details—so now he had two tasks: find a light source and reexamine the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman scanned the ward—it was a four-bed room, far messier than Schiler’s—and decided to search it for a flashlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening a cabinet, he found various household items; as he rummaged, he uncovered a stack of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an old-fashioned type he’d never seen—each sheet thin, the whole stack not thick; more importantly, the top sheet bore a red Chinese character: “Ninth Management Office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the characters was a horizontal line, then ruled lines—nothing else was written on the paper, so Batman focused on the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman knew the Chinese characters for “hospital,” but what puzzled him was that those two characters were absent, along with any specific location name; as for “management office,” he had never heard the term before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Batman found a few damp matches in the cabinet’s corner; he struck one against the rough wall, lit the rolled-up paper, and rushed toward the map by the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the map, he found the name he sought; he ran down another floor and burst into a room where a sign beside the door read “Follow-Up Room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Batman’s first sight was the open window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the window was no scenery—only another point of light; Batman knew this might be the path to another memory space, but he didn’t leave immediately, for he saw numerous files inside the follow-up room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s current clues were fragmented—he knew he lacked something critical; according to Schiler’s diary, he had come here repeatedly for follow-ups, meaning the diagnostic reports might be here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he come here? Why wear a restraint suit? Why must he disguise himself as an ordinary person to escape? Batman thought he might find answers here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced out the follow-up room’s window—Schiler hadn’t yet arrived—and turned on the desk lamp, then began searching the file cabinets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman memorized the Chinese name but found no file bearing it among the three large cabinets; next, he searched the drawers beside the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, in the bottommost, farthest drawer, he found a file inside a blue folder; opening it, he finally saw the familiar name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This medical report differed from all others he’d seen—no photo, no personal details, not even an age—but Batman saw it referred to Schiler as “Patient One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Further down, he first saw the diagnosis: Schiler suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman frowned; from his knowledge of Schiler, he didn’t seem like someone with PTSD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he continued reading, he reached the treatment records he most wanted—but before them, a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Patient One exhibits extreme aggression and has received professional training; treatment and follow-ups must occur under strict security protocols, avoiding severe stimuli; if violent reactions occur, implement targeted measures…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the words “targeted measures,” Batman’s eyes widened—targeted measures? Did that mean drugs or anesthesia?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman pulled other medical records—similar warnings appeared, but for others, they specified exact drugs, such as types of sedatives or calming methods; only Schiler’s file mentioned the mysterious “targeted measures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman felt he’d found the key; he kept reading—the rest were printed summaries of treatment notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“November 7: Patient One exhibited emotional disturbance, strongly resisting meals in enclosed spaces, displaying screaming, convulsions, and other aggressive behaviors; transferred to observation room, no major issues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“November 9: Patient One exhibited aggressive behavior again; transferred to observation room, security measures breached, targeted measures effective, transferred to observation room, no major issues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“November 11: Condition improved slightly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“November 22: Patient One exhibited aggressive behavior again; targeted measures effective, transferred to observation room…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“December 1: Patient One again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Batman read, the stranger it seemed—Schiler appeared to be constantly relapsing, yet each episode seemed to cause no lasting harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the hospital rarely took appropriate measures; the records mentioned almost nothing about physical restraint or sedative use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiler’s daily routine here seemed to be: relapse, restrained, taken to observation room, deemed harmless, released, then relapse again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, aggressive patients would have their medication increased, and during violent outbursts, sedatives would be administered and maintained over time to prevent self-harm or harm to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Schiler had been taking sedatives normally, how could he exhibit violent behavior every few days—and nearly always break free of the restraint suit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman, knowledgeable in pharmacology, knew this was nearly impossible; based on Schiler’s current height and weight, he couldn’t possibly metabolize sedatives so quickly, nor could he muster the strength to break free of a psychiatric hospital’s security measures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman placed the box he’d been carrying on the table, opened it, and examined the restraint suit again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed the suit was of high quality—even if he wore it without resistance, escaping would take considerable time; how, then, had Schiler repeatedly breached security?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s gaze returned to the earlier warning, lingering on the words “received professional training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, he had fallen into the chemical pool, been pulled out by Schiler, and sent to the hospital; he had indeed passed out for a time, but regained consciousness quickly—he had overheard Schiler and Victor speaking beside his bed, the very moment Schiler had fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: as a child, Schiler had tried building a tower of blocks within his own memory, but lacking technique and relying solely on emotion, the tower collapsed under certain stimuli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the tower collapsed, his thinking patterns and behavior became unlike those of ordinary people, leading to his admission to the psychiatric hospital; to escape, he had to reassemble the shattered fragments of the tower, forming his current Mind Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his earlier exploration, Batman had seen evidence—like Schiler’s failed attempts to disguise himself as an ordinary person in his diary, and the tower’s blueprints—but clearly, Schiler had only revealed part of the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t explained his frequent violent outbursts, what “professional training” meant, or what “targeted measures” were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman believed Schiler’s weakness lay hidden in the truths he concealed—and just then, he heard the “tap-tap” sound approaching the room he was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Batman grabbed the file, stepped onto the desk, and prepared to escape through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he was about to leap, a dark figure burst through the window and slammed into him, knocking him to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constantine rolled and scrambled until he hit the opposite wall, cried out in pain, rose clutching his forehead, and gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally… finally got out! Safe! That memory space was… was far too dangerous…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, he turned—and locked eyes with Schiler, in the restraint suit and metal mask.\u003C\u002Fp>",1402,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9a89ae4b10728096a9f3515a687f2626d9dcb38cd5b1814543b82f1be5b4abe0","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-943","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-941",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]