The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1131 Professor ([-])

There was a knock on the door of the office. Schiller looked up from the desk, flipped through the appointment record next to him, and said, "Please come in!"

"Schiller! Schiller! You really have to help me!!" Gordon, covered in dust, rushed in immediately. He lifted the hem of his windbreaker, looked at Schiller and said, "Save Gotham! Schiller Professor! Especially save me and your colleagues!"

Schiller unhurriedly flipped through the appointment records, and said, "Why didn't you call the reservation department in advance? I'm out of appointment today, so I can't have a long talk with you... Otherwise, I'll cancel the appointment first? "

Gordon frowned, waved his hand and said, "No, there's nothing to talk about. I just hope you can agree to allow Arkham Asylum to accept patients who need antidote injections. We really don't have any beds!"

Gordon pointed out the window and said: "Gotham Central Hospital has less than 500 beds in total, and it is completely full now. Wayne Hospital is bigger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, which can barely make up 1000 beds." The beds are all full!"

"Aren't there many private hospitals in each district? If they don't treat patients, will the twelve families have no objection?" Schiller asked.

Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head, and explained with some helplessness: "Usually, people in Gotham don't like to be hospitalized. Therefore, the inpatient departments of various private hospitals are reducing beds. They are all profit-oriented. If If you don’t make money, you won’t invest in it, and no one will predict the crisis of medical resources.”

"The Wayne Group and several well-known engineering groups in the city are adding covers non-stop, but most of the frozen patients need at least three days of infusion and a four-day observation period before they can be thawed. Will jump out and go crazy."

Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because the beds are tight, there are not enough nurses, many people's infusion time is not enough, the antidote is not fully effective, and after thawing, they are still unconscious and violent. I hope I can borrow Arkham Asylum, the nurses here are more professional."

Without waiting for Schiller to agree, Gordon walked to the sofa and said to himself: "I discussed with Victor to shorten the infusion cycle and send patients who are not recovering well or still have mental problems. Arkham Asylum."

"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but in fact, the probability is not high. About one out of twenty or thirty people will encounter one. I think, considering the capacity of the Arkham Asylum, it is completely sufficient."

"Here they can be given tranquillity drugs, or they can be given a short period of restraint therapy, followed by supplemental infusions."

"After the patients are diverted, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it lasts for a period of time, the emergency medical facilities can be built. By then, the crisis will be completely over."

After Gordon finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair a little decadently. He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it down, and let out a satisfied sigh. Judging from his appearance, he must have been sleepless for the past few days. endlessly.

Schiller put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, looked at Gordon and said, "I have no problem with you wanting to use a bed in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. I think Brand should have no problem either."

"But the problem is... the nurses here, in terms of caring for ordinary patients, should not be as experienced as other nurses."

"On top of that, the doctors here are all psychiatrists who haven't been prescribing anything other than psychiatric medication for a long time, no one can do internal medicine and no one can deal with serious trauma."

"I didn't report my expectations." Gordon shook his head, stood up and looked at Schiller and said, "We will screen patients, and those with serious trauma or other diseases will not be sent here, but will be accepted in other hospitals." treat."

"As for the nurses, don't even think about professional nurses. They are almost crazy. We can send some well-educated apprentice nurses over here. They are only responsible for injections, and you can only rely on your nurses for other care. .”

"I can testify to this." Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded by the door, and Pamela pushed the door open and said, "Sorry, I saw the door was open, so I didn't knock on it."

"It's okay, come in quickly, it's your appointment time." Schiller pointed to the chair across the desk, and then continued: "Sheriff Gordon is my friend, we are almost done talking, and we won't be delayed The next conversation."

Pamela's tone is always very flat, and she has no expression. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and after sitting on the chair, she looked at Sergeant Gordon and said:

"Selena and I complain that it's been a long time since she was caught as a nurse, and even Bruce is worried that she will be overworked, and no one should be working 12 hours After that, continue to work overtime for 5 hours."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Pamela's tone, Gordon touched his nose and said, "The situation is special now, Selena is a kind girl."

Pamela rolled her eyes and said, "Anyone who can't hide from you is a kind girl."

Schiller looked at Gordon with interest, Gordon was even more embarrassed, he coughed twice, and then said: "We are really short of nurses! I have to admit that young ladies are indeed more suitable for this kind of job." Live, you have to understand me, I'm so close to calling Barbara!"

"Well, the matter is so serious that you want to call your ex-girlfriend? Pamela, please understand this sheriff, he has paid enough."

Pamela curled her lips and said, "If Professor Victor hadn't asked for leave for me, I should be practicing injections in the hospital now."

Schiller laughed. He didn't expect that Gordon would actually catch the strong man for this purpose.

Gordon was completely anxious this time, otherwise, he would not have been able to catch Catwoman to become a nurse. He must have been scratched a lot these days.

For an old-fashioned police detective, going around contacting young women and offering them jobs seemed like a hooligan in any way, and Gordon was not used to it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In order to quickly end this embarrassing topic, Gordon kicked the heel of the other foot with a leather shoe on one foot, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and turned around and said, "I won't disturb your conversation." , I'll go first, the patient and nurse will be here tomorrow, thank you, Professor Schiller."

Schiller lowered his head, shook his head with a smile, and then set his eyes on Pamela. Only then did he notice that Pamela's eyes had turned emerald green, and the green was a bit strange.

Pamela leaned back in the chair, folded her hands on her lap, lowered her eyes and said, "As you can see, this is the result of accepting the green power of all things. I have a pair of devil's pupils."

"I suggest to Victor, let you come to see me, not only want to chat with you, I also want to express my gratitude to you, if you have not accepted the power of the green of all things, put those terrible broccoli, changed back to their original size, otherwise, I would still be freezing in the Moscow ice and snow."

"It's nothing." Pamela didn't seem to care, she turned her head aside and said, "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli that is as tall as a building...Professor, am I sick? I need to eat medicine?"

Pamela's straightforward question stunned Schiller for a moment, but soon he replied, "It's not Victor who told you to come here to see a doctor, right? God, don't listen to him." Yes, you are far from mental illness!"

Hearing this, although Pamela's expression did not change, her arms relaxed a little, and she no longer leaned tightly on her body. Schiller then comforted: "Victor said, your mood is a little depressed, it seems I can’t lift my energy to do anything, I just want to confirm that this is not a side effect of your deal with Green of Everything?”

Pamela shook her head lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, the deal the two of us reached is quite fair, I will become its spokesperson, help it maintain the stability of the plant world, and it will give me the power to control plants. "

After finishing speaking, Pamela lightly pointed at the dwarf pine next to Schiller. In an instant, the sparsely pruned branches became lush again, and the shape became very graceful and lively. abundant.

"I'm really amazed, miss, I don't mean this ability, but your aesthetics, yesterday, I pruned here for half an hour, but it just made this poor tree look one step closer to death .”

"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what kind of state they are in, which is the most conducive to growth, and this is what humans think of as vitality."

Pamela briefly explained a few sentences, and then went on to answer Schiller's last question: "This is my old problem. About every two months, I will have a period of depression, and I feel that what to do I have no strength, I have been like this since I was a child, and it has nothing to do with the green of everything."

"Would coffee or tea make it better?" Schiller asked.

"It's not sleepy. I'm awake. I just don't want to do anything. However, lying at home doesn't make me feel any better. Instead, it makes me feel more uncomfortable." Pamela frowned slightly. Mei said.

"I thought I was depressed, and I went to the hospital to do those test questions, but the results of the test questions fluctuated up and down, and there was no result after a pathological examination." Pamela looked a little helpless.

Schiller tapped the table with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and said, "Did you get tested as a child?"

Pamela opened her eyes slightly, as if she had never heard of this question before, she recalled it, and then said: "No, of course not, I didn't have time to check when I was a child."

"This may be the sequelae of childhood depression." Schiller made a judgment. He said: "Age and environmental changes allow your child's depression to heal itself. In childhood, long-term emotional depression has already become a part of your life."

Schiller drew a long ending, then sighed and said, "Even if you take antidepressant drugs now, it's useless, because that kind of depression is actually just your hallucination, caused by the shadow of childhood." The sequelae brought about, rather than any physical pathology."

Then he looked into Pamela's green eyes and said, "If you feel uneasy, you can do another set of test questions, or check your brain waves, but I don't think it's possible to use drugs to treat it. If you're really feeling bad, I can give you some placebo."

"No need, at least now, when I'm lying on the bed, I can still talk to plants." Pamela shook her head lightly and said, "These little green guys are my best placebo."

"I heard that you became friends with Selena? She is a very cheerful girl. I think you can talk to her more. Of course, she also has a lovely daughter. You can tell her stories together. Staying with your child will help you relieve your inner tension..."

Just when I was talking about this, there was a hasty knock on the door, Schiller frowned and shouted: "Please come in."

Mrs. Miller opened the door and walked in, and said with a serious face: "Sheriff Gordon just called. There was a murder in Wayne Hospital. The deceased was a physician. Mr. Wayne hopes you can go there now. "

"But I'm giving..."

Pamela immediately stood up and said, "That's all for my situation, Professor, please do your work first."

Pretending not to see the retention in Schiller's eyes, Pamela quickly walked to the door, nodded to Mrs. Miller, and left.

Schiller let out a long sigh, then looked at Mrs. Miller expectantly and said, "You should tell him, I'm busy, right?"

"On the contrary." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said, "I said, you are going to be moldy when you have nothing to do. You stay in the hospital every day with nothing to do!"

"Professor, what you do every day is to take the scissors from the inpatient department to the treatment room, and the pen from the treatment room to the inpatient department, and connect two carriages for you. The transportation capacity is stronger than the train!"

Schiller covered his forehead, and just as he was about to evade, Mrs. Miller walked to the door, closed the door, and said, "You can't hide from your student for the rest of your life like you hide from your enemies, no matter what mistakes he makes, You always have to meet again."

After Mrs. Miller closed the door, Schiller glanced at the tabletop, sighed deeply, and said, "I really didn't expect that one day I would not want to see Batman so much... What a clown I am, oh No, the Joker only cares about Batman."

(End of this chapter)