The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1128 Schiller is not at work today
The candles in the glass lampshade flickered, and the moonlight spilled into the room through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving long traces on the deep red checkered floor.

The dwarf pine next to the desk had fallen needles and leaves all over the place. A hand holding scissors passed between the dark green leaves. With a "click", a small branch was cut off and fell beside the leather shoes .

Schiller gently rolled up the shirt exposed by the cuffs of his suit, moved the office chair with wheels with his feet, slid to the side of the desk, picked up the broom that he had prepared earlier, and took care of the branches he had cut and leaves.

The previous Arkham Asylum has experienced the destruction of a group of Green Lanterns, and it is completely impossible to live in.

The Falcone family and the Wayne Group jointly funded the renovations. At the same time, Schiller, the former attending doctor, finally had an office of his own, so he no longer had to squeeze into that old office with Brand.

The newly built office has brown floors, dark red wallpaper and dark brown wooden structure, and the whole is divided into two parts, separated by a screen wall made of wooden structure and glass.

The half where the desk is located occupies two-thirds of the area, and has two entire wall-to-ceiling bookcases, which are filled with all kinds of books at this time. There is a sofa and a small round coffee table with two bottles of wine and a few cups on it.

On the other side of the glass screen, there are some equipment for medical examination and a bed, but compared with the cold white of other clinical equipment, the stethoscope and blood pressure measuring instrument here are all placed on the wooden table, and the bed is also covered. The crimson flannelette sheets, with tassels hanging down, did not look like a medical bed at all.

But in fact, the vast majority of psychiatrists' consulting rooms are like this. They must look comfortable and warm, so that patients can involuntarily relax their minds. If they are too cold, no one will start talking.

Opposite the medical bed, there is a common chest of drawers. On the wall of the top of the chest of drawers, there is a small door that is used to deliver newspapers. Newsboys can put newspapers directly in the on the cabinet.

At this time, there was a stack of newspapers there, obviously they hadn't had time to read them yet, and beside the newspapers was a small silver phone.

Suddenly, the handset of the phone vibrated and a clear ring rang. Schiller, who was about to take out the garbage, was stunned for a moment, put down the sanitary utensils in his hand, and walked over to answer the phone.

But before he reached the phone, Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and said to Schiller: "Professor, you don't have to answer the phone. I just want to tell you that Professor Victor will be there in 10 minutes. It's not time for coffee, would you like some tea?"

Seeing Mrs. Miller walking in, Schiller walked quickly to the desk and blocked the broom he had just put down with her body, but Mrs. Miller's eyes were very sharp. She took a step to the side and poked her head out. Just saw the handle of the broom.

"My God, Professor!" Mrs. Miller let out a scream, and she said: "Why did you bring the broom downstairs here again?! Didn't I remind you that sanitary appliances in different districts cannot be mixed? ?!!"

"Uh, I just wanted to sweep the leaves." Schiller explained with some embarrassment.

"Leaves??" Mrs. Miller stepped forward with some doubts. She didn't show any surprise when she saw the pine needles all over the ground, but when her eyes fell on the scissors next to her, she let out another There was a louder scream.

"Professor Schiller!!!! These are the scissors from the inpatient department? How can you bring them to the clinic?!!!"

Mrs. Miller supported her forehead and said: "My God! You doctors! You will never understand our nurses! Always take and put away, never know where to go!! Even Beatrice You are clean!"

Schiller put one hand on the table and sighed softly. He knew that Mrs. Miller, the head nurse who had retired and was rehired, hated this kind of thing the most. He had to find a way to change the subject, so he asked: "Who is Beatrice, the new nurse?"

"Beatrice is my cat!" Mrs. Miller glared at Schiller, walked over quickly, first put away the broom, and then went behind the glass screen, brought a newspaper, and wrapped the scissors , and wrap the handle of the scissors and broom with newspaper.

Schiller stretched out a hand, trying to stop her movement, but, seeing Mrs. Miller's murderous eyes, he took his hand back again, and just whispered: "...I haven't read that newspaper yet." Look."

Mrs. Miller carried the things wrapped in newspaper and walked towards the door. As she walked, she turned her head and said, "The hot water will be delivered in five minutes."

"Wait, what about the leaves here?" Schiller asked, looking back at the pine needles he had cut off.

"I'll send someone to clean it up." Mrs. Miller said as she closed the door. Schiller was about to sigh when the door was pushed open again. Mrs. Miller leaned in and said, "Don't touch that poor tree again." ! Wasn't it enough to have Beatrice pruning it?"

With a "bang", the door of the office was closed. Schiller sighed, sat back on the chair, took out a pen from his pocket, and began to play with it.

After a while, the door was knocked again, and Victor's voice appeared outside the door: "Hi, I'm Victor, can I go in?"

"Please come in." Schiller straightened his tie, put his hands on the table, looked at Victor who walked in and asked, "Why are you here, Cobbot? He said that he will come later today to get it." Medicine, I just waited until now."

"Don't mention it, he doesn't have time to come." Victor shook his head. As he walked inside, he looked at the environment of the new office, and his eyes fell on the bed.

He walked over, sat on the bed, touched the sheet with his hand, and sighed: "No wonder, you don't want to live in the dormitory of Gotham University. The conditions here are much better than there."

Schiller came out from behind the desk, came to the sofa area, sat on the sofa relaxedly, shook his head and said, "Thanks to the group of psychopaths with green lights, I finally have a decent office."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, looked at Victor on the opposite side through the glass screen wall and asked, "What's wrong with Cobblepot? Why are you so busy that you don't even have time to get his mother medicine?"

"Do you still remember the last time the citizens of Gotham went crazy?" Victor lay on the bed, put his hands on his chest, looked at the ceiling and said, "I donated the freezing weapon to the Gotham Police Department, and I also led the students Go subdue those crazy citizens, now, most of them are frozen in the freezer, waiting for the antidote to be researched and thawed."

"Batman developed the antidote very quickly. He added the antidote he developed to Gotham's water circulation system."

"However, skin absorption and oral administration alone are not effective enough. The best way now is to melt some of the ice cubes and then inject them."

"However, there are tens of thousands of patients going crazy, and the nurses in Gotham are so tired that their hands are broken, and they can't finish the injections. The Wayne Group hires nurses from other places at a high price, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

"Gordon wants to organize nurse training, or injection training, but the infusion operation process is not complicated, and it will be easy to practice, but most Gotham people are used to carelessness. How can you let those five big and three thick Gang members to practice injections?"

"No way, Cobbot can only lead the children to help the older children to train. He is not here, these children will not concentrate on their studies, so in the past few days, he has been working overtime for nurse training. , I really don’t have time to come and get the medicine.”

Victor got up from the bed, went to sit on the sofa opposite Schiller, and at this time, Mrs. Miller just came in with a hot water bottle, and she naturally took up the topic of Victor.

"Although those little devils are mischievous, their hands are much more dexterous than adults. Many of them have folded lunch boxes or packing bags in the back kitchen. This is already a very rare work experience."

Schiller asked with some doubts: "Then why is our hospital still empty? Our nurses seem to be busy too?"

Mrs. Miller rolled her eyes and said, "Because psychiatric nurses are not good at giving injections at all. What they are best at is fighting wits with patients who want to hide medicine intellectually, and fighting sudden madness with force. patients, and the most important and most frustrating job nurses around the world have to do — remind doctors to put things back in place."

Schiller shrugged slightly. After Mrs. Miller left, he raised his chin towards the door and said, "This is the biggest shortcoming of this new office. I have to be scolded at least three times a day."

Victor laughed gloatingly, and said, "In the office, you often scolded me and Anna for not putting things back after taking them. Now, is it your turn?"

"Because you took my things." Schiller said angrily, "Do you want me to tell you again, you and Anna lost six of my pens within a week?"

Schiller took a sip of water, looked at Victor and asked, "Did Bruce report to you? What did he study? Physics, or chemistry?"

"Physics." Victor replied. He picked up the finger biscuit in the metal bucket on the table, broke it into two pieces, and said while eating, "Why did you remember to ask? He has attended a group meeting already." .”

Schiller also broke off a piece of finger biscuit, put it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Only you and his group meeting?"

"Didn't I tell you? I have a few new graduate students."

"Master Cold is the first one. He went the wrong way when he was young and taught himself in prison, but he has always longed for campus life and wanted to receive systematic education. His research path is somewhat similar to mine, but not Exactly the same, to be precise, he cannot be regarded as my student, he is fully capable of leading a research group by himself."

"However, he is very humble. He also contacted a professor he knew in prison before and wrote a letter of recommendation for him. He has officially become a graduate student at Gotham University."

"The other one is Pamela. I don't know if you remember her. She is a third-year student in the Department of Biology at Gotham University. She was about to graduate. However, during the disaster of the citizens going crazy, her classmates left her behind. It made her very sad and angry that she was raped and used as bait."

"Bruce's girlfriend saved her, and the two of them became good sisters. Pamela was a little disheartened and didn't plan to study anymore, but Selena dissuaded her, wanting her to cherish her time on campus .”

Victor shook his head and said: "Her psychological shadow is still quite serious. In other words, she may have some psychological problems and has been in a bad mood. However, she still followed Selena's advice and did not drop out of school. .”

"But she didn't want to see those classmates in their department again, so she applied for graduate school in advance and wanted to come to the physics department."

"Although I think she is more suitable for the research direction of life sciences, but Gotham University does not have a mentor in this direction, so I let her name me here to conduct free research, and then go to the Metropolitan University when she is a Ph.D. Bar."

Victor sighed and said: "She is a very talented little girl, as if she can talk to plants. I have seen the research results of her undergraduate studies, which are amazing. Those classmates would treat her like that, maybe they are also jealous of her , she's a genius."

Schiller nodded and said, "It would be a pity if she doesn't study. After you go back, persuade her to see a psychiatrist if she feels sad. She should know better than anyone that medicine is effective."

"Tell me about Bruce." Schiller looked at Victor and said, but he didn't see any irritated expression on Victor's face. On the contrary, when it came to Bruce's study, Victor's eyes They were all shining, and he said excitedly:
"He is also a genius! A complete genius! Moreover, he has a strong interest in physics, and his enthusiasm for research is quite high!"

"I have to say that at the first group meeting, from the opening of the thesis to the group discussion, he was the one who performed the best!"

Schiller froze.

(End of this chapter)