The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 930

Wayne Hospital, located in the South District of Gotham, is a top-notch private hospital funded by the Wayne family. It enjoys a high reputation on the east coast. The only reason for many wealthy people from other places to come to Gotham is to come here for medical treatment.

But Bruce Wayne himself rarely came to this hospital. Even when he was active as Batman, including when he rescued those children before, he went to Gotham Central Hospital instead of here.

Because the honorary director of this hospital is still called Thomas Wayne, this is a hospital invested and established by the Wayne couple during their lifetime.

But today, the place became extra busy. One stretcher after another was carried into the operating room, and the smell of blood permeated the corridor. What made people feel even more confused and frightened was that there were constant wailing and screams in the operating room.

The windows of the corridor were blown open by the wind, and a gust of cold wind penetrated the door of the operating room. In the operating room, the beds and lamps used for surgery were turned over on the ground. Bruce grabbed a bloody patient by the neck with one hand until He gradually fell into a coma from asphyxiation.

Bruce withdrew his hand, stood up, let out a breath, looked at the nurses who were shivering in the corner, and said, "Is Dr. Bland here? Where are the other psychiatric doctors and nurses? Tell them to come over and prepare to calm down." drug."

At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the head nurse of the psychiatric department rushed in, ignoring the messy props at all, and waved her hand very skillfully, "Put on the restraints and get ready to stabilize!"

Several male nurses came up and held the patient down.He put on a straitjacket, tied a stretcher, and carried them out. Watching their leaving backs, Bruce lost his eyes. He turned his head and said to the nurses: "No one should tell about today's situation. The patient is transferred to the critical ward first, and the operation will not be performed for the time being..."

"But...but..." A nurse stood up and said, "Many people are seriously injured and bleeding all the time. If the bleeding is not stopped immediately..."

Bruce sighed and said, "Is it possible to operate without contact with them?"

Several nurses looked at each other and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult. If they keep struggling like this, they won't be able to suture..."

"Then send it to the psychiatric department first, and then treat it after you have been given a stable drug." Bruce said, stepping over the debris on the floor of the messy operating room, and walked out.

What he didn't notice was that among the nurses huddled behind him, a young baby-faced female nurse was covering her arm, blood was flowing from between her fingers, and there was a scar on her arm, which looked like she had just been killed. scratched.

In the hallway, he met another doctor who asked, "Dr. Bland? Did you call Professor Schiller?"

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

Bruce nodded, and walked quickly towards the consulting room. As soon as he entered, he saw Brand and several other psychiatrists frowning at the case. Bruce heard him say:

"This is very abnormal. This is not an ordinary hyperactive state. The medicine we gave to the previous patient has reached the maximum dose, but the body data is still abnormal..."

One of the doctors asked: "Is it possible that it is a stress response to pain? Their limbs and torso have been injured to varying degrees, and some mental illnesses will have a more sensitive response to pain..."

"But many people have lost too much blood, and they can still jump more than one meter. Is this really normal?" A younger doctor questioned, and he said: "This is beyond the scope of stress response. This level of pain. It is impossible to make them completely lose their minds, don't they know that performing such crazy sports may kill them?"

"Could it be a special manifestation of nervous convulsions?" An elderly doctor touched his chin and said, "Have you checked for the symptoms of epilepsy?"

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

Bruce stepped forward and asked, "Gentlemen, is there any result? The patient who was just sent to the operating room went crazy again..."

"Crazy again? This is already the fourth?! Even if it is the hyperactive manifestation of schizophrenia you mentioned, it is not contagious, right? Or is there a family relationship between them that we don't know about? "

"I just said that it's unlikely to be schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder?... No, it's impossible for so many people to suffer at the same time..."

Brand looked at the analysis report without saying a word, as if he had thought of something. Just as Bruce was about to go up to ask, he heard another noisy voice in the corridor:

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

"Nina, are you crazy? Come back! There's a window there! If you fall, you'll be smashed to pieces!!!"

Bruce immediately walked towards the door quickly, and as soon as he pushed the door open, there was a "bang", a small medical trolley for storing things hit the opposite wall, and Bruce's hand immediately pressed the bat on his waist. Dart on.

He looked towards the end of the corridor, and when he saw a figure in a nurse's uniform running upstairs, Bruce immediately chased after him, and behind him, Brand also chased after him.

"Stop her!" Brand yelled: "This matter is not that simple! It's not a simple mental illness attack! She can't be allowed to hurt people anymore!"

Bruce ran upstairs quickly, asking as he ran, "What's going on? Why did they all go crazy suddenly?!"

"There's something wrong with the wound!" Brand's speed was no slower than Bruce's. He said, "Anyone who gets scratched will go crazy... stop her quickly!!!"

Bruce looked up as he ran, and at this angle, he could just see the nurse's shoes flashing past his head.

Bruce frowned, and speeded up, because he found that the young female nurse was still wearing high heels, and at the same time, her skirt was not suitable for sports at all, but this crazy nurse was running faster than him Hurry up, this is extremely abnormal.

Realizing that he might not be able to catch up, Bruce threw two bat darts directly. There was a scream from upstairs, and the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground. Bruce and Brand took two steps in three steps and came to the last part of the hospital. top floor.

The bat dart hit the female nurse's calf, but the female nurse who fell on the ground got up in an instant, as if she couldn't feel the pain at all, she slammed open the door of the roof with a "bang", and then rushed out .

Bruce and Brand followed closely behind, the female nurse turned around, the nurse's cap fell off, her long hair covered her ferocious face, and short breaths kept coming out of her throat, Bruce held the bat dart in his hand, slightly Turning around, he asked, "Are you sure it's not a mental illness?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Brand threw the analysis report aside, and said, "No matter what you can do now, hit her with your best strength, believe me, it's for her own good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce rolled to the side, avoiding the crazy female nurse who rushed over. He saw that the eyes of the female nurse under her long black hair turned into a crazy and chaotic gray.

That gray color stunned Bruce for a moment, but the next second, the sharp claws brushed against his ear, and just as they were about to touch his shoulder, there was a muffled "bang", and the female nurse was sent flying. go out.

Bruce stepped back and turned his head. He saw a scorched black mark behind the female nurse lying on the ground. The scattered sparks, which had not been completely extinguished, fell from her back to the ground and disappeared into the puddles.

Bruce turned his head instantly, looked at Brand, Brand withdrew his hand, and 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 and said, "You should have known that there will be no ordinary people who dare to come to Gotham to hide from their enemies."

Bruce knew that now was not the time to ask questions. He 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 and threw a stool at a patient, and the patient kept rushing towards them. A few seconds later, one of the nurses had a scar on his back.

She lay on the ground screaming, panting constantly, her face turned pale, and at this moment, Bruce looked up to the sky, his arms felt the wet coolness, and it was raining again in Gotham.

"I said, this is not a mental illness, and there is no mental illness in this world that can be infected in this way." Brand walked over, turned over the female nurse he had knocked down, and pointed at her Arm, said to Bruce: "Did you see this wound? If you have a little medical knowledge, you should know that normal body surface wounds should not be in this state now..."

"What the hell is going on? Is this... a virus?" Bruce immediately thought of a possibility, but Brand shook his head and said, "I suspect that this may be a curse, a kind of let A curse that makes man mad, bloodthirsty, and invulnerable to pain."

As soon as I said this, with a "bang", the other half of the roof door was also knocked open, and the two figures rushed towards Bruce and Brand.

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

Bruce carefully observed the two figures rushing over again. They were a man and a woman. The man was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor in a hospital. His injury was on his calf, but it didn't affect his actions at all.

The male doctor doesn't have long hair so Bruce can see his eyes more clearly, which are also gray.

Bruce paused for a moment, but the attack that followed left him no time to think about it. Three bat darts were thrown, and the male doctor was beaten back a few steps, but the extra wounds did not make him retreat, but made him even more crazy.

Bruce didn't wear a bat suit. He felt that his current costume couldn't withstand their bites, so he turned to Brand and said, "I'm going to call for fire support, cover me!"

After speaking, he took two steps back, pressed his belt, reloaded the bat dart, and planned to face the male doctor again.

But the rain in Gotham was getting heavier and heavier. The rain and fog blurred his vision and made the opponent more crazy and agile. It's not that Bruce couldn't cope with such an attack, but he had to make sure he couldn't be scratched, so it was a bit difficult to parry.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, the male doctor in front of him paused for a moment, and then fell down slowly. What appeared in Bruce's vision was first a dark umbrella handle, behind which was Schiller's face.

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

"I'm afraid this is your fire support." Bruce put away the bat dart and looked at Schiller.

But Schiller turned his head and looked downstairs at the hospital. At this time, the dark clouds over Gotham thickened again, and the last sunlight disappeared in the shadows.

Thick fog rose between the streets, and the strange shadows swayed, like a shaky figure, and also like a terrifying thing staggering from the depths of the fog and rain.

　It's time to guess who's behind the scenes again
　
(End of this chapter)