Chapter 1128 Schiller is not going to work today (Part 1)
The candlelight in the glass lampshade flickered on and off, and the moonlight spilled into the room through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving long traces on the dark red checkered floor.
The dwarf pine beside the desk had needles falling all over the ground. A hand holding scissors passed between the dark green leaves. With a "click", a small branch was cut off and fell next to the leather shoes.
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Schiller gently rolled up the shirt exposed by the cuffs of his suit. He moved the swivel office chair with his feet, slid to the side of the desk, picked up the broom he had prepared, and took care of the branches he had cut.
and leaves.
The previous Arkham Asylum was destroyed by a group of Green Lanterns and was completely uninhabitable.
The Falcone family and the Wayne Group jointly funded the renovation. At the same time, Schiller, the former attending physician, finally had an office of his own, and no longer had to squeeze in the old office with Brand.
The newly built office has brown floors, dark red wallpaper and dark brown wooden structure. The whole is divided into two parts, separated by a screen wall made of wooden structure and glass.
The half of the desk where the desk is located occupies two-thirds of the area. There are two bookcases from the wall to the top. They are filled with all kinds of books. In front of the desk, there is a guest bookcase.
There is a sofa and a small round coffee table with two bottles of wine and several cups on it.
On the other side of the glass screen, there are some medical examination equipment and a bed, but compared to the cold white color of the medical equipment in other departments, the stethoscopes and blood pressure measuring instruments here are all placed on wooden tables, and the bed is also covered with
The crimson velvet sheets with tassels on them didn't look like a medical bed at all.
But in fact, most psychiatrist clinics are like this. They must look comfortable and warm, so that patients can't help but relax. If it is too cold, no one will open up the conversation.
Opposite the medical bed, there is a common chest of drawers. On the wall of the chest of drawers, a small door is opened. It is the door for delivering newspapers. The newsboy does not need to knock on the door or come in, he can just put the newspaper directly on the wall.
On the cabinet.
At this time, there was a pile of newspapers placed there, obviously they had not had time to read them. Next to the newspapers was a small silver telephone.
Suddenly, the receiver of the phone vibrated and a crisp ringtone rang. Schiller, who was about to take out the trash, was stunned for a moment, put down the sanitary utensils in his hands, and walked over to answer the phone.
But before he reached the phone, Mrs. Miller opened the door and said to Schiller: "Professor, you don't have to answer the phone. I just want to tell you that Professor Victor will be here in ten minutes.
It’s not time for coffee now, would you like some tea?”
Seeing Mrs. Miller walk in, Schiller quickly walked to the desk and blocked the broom he had just put down with his body. But Mrs. Miller's eyes were very sharp. She took a step to the side and stuck her head out.
I just happened to see the handle of the broom.
"Oh my God, Professor!" Mrs. Miller screamed, "Why did you bring the broom from downstairs here again?! Didn't I remind you that sanitary utensils from different areas cannot be mixed?
?!!”
"Well, I just wanted to sweep the leaves." Schiller explained awkwardly.
"Leaves??" Mrs. Miller took a few steps forward with some doubts. When she saw the pine needles on the ground, she didn't show any surprised expression, but when her eyes fell on the scissors next to her, she said again
There was a louder scream.
"Professor Schiller!!! These are the scissors from the inpatient department, right? How could you bring them to the clinic?!!!"
Mrs. Miller held her forehead and said: "Oh my God! You doctors! You will never understand us nurses! You always take it and put it away, and never know where to put it! Even Beatrice is worse than
You guys are neat and tidy!”
Schiller put one hand on the table and sighed softly. He knew that Mrs. Miller, the head nurse who had retired and was re-employed, would dislike 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, packed up the broom first, then went behind the glass screen, got a newspaper, and wrapped the scissors
, and then wrap the scissors and broom handle together with newspaper.
Schiller stretched out a hand to stop her movement, but when he saw Mrs. Miller's murderous eyes, he took his hand back and just whispered: "...I haven't got that newspaper yet.
Look."
Mrs. Miller carried the things wrapped in newspapers and walked towards the door. As she walked, she turned back and said, "The hot water will be delivered in five minutes."
"Wait a minute, what to do with 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. Just as Schiller was about to sigh, the door was pushed open again. Mrs. Miller poked her head in and said, "Don't touch that poor tree again."
!Isn’t it enough to have Beatrice trimming it?”
With a bang, the office door was closed. Schiller sighed, sat back on his chair, took out a pen from his pocket, and started playing with it.
After a while, the door was knocked again, and Victor's voice appeared outside the door: "Hello, I'm Victor, can I come 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, where is Cobot? He said that he would come to pick it up later today.
Medicine, I just waited until now."
"Forget it, he didn't have time to come over." 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 sheets 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 walked out from behind the desk, came to the sofa area, sat relaxed on the sofa, shook his head and said: "Thanks to those crazy people with green lights, I finally have a decent office."
After saying that, he turned around, looked at Victor opposite through the glass screen wall, and asked, "What's wrong with Copot? Why is he so busy that he doesn't even have time to get medicine for his mother?"
"Remember the last time Gotham citizens went crazy?" Victor lay on the bed, put his hands on his chest, looked at the ceiling and said, "I presented the frozen weapon to the Gotham Police Department, and also led the students
To subdue those crazy citizens, most of them are now frozen in cold storage, waiting for the antidote to be researched and thawed."
"Batman quickly developed the antidote. 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."
"But there are tens of thousands of crazy patients. All the nurses in Gotham are so tired that their hands are broken and they can't finish the injections. 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. However, the infusion operation process is not complicated, and you can master it with practice. But most Gotham people are used to being careless. How can you let those five big and three rough people get used to it?
Gang members go to practice giving injections?”
"There is no other way. Cobot can only lead the children to help the older children in the training. Without him, these children will not concentrate on their studies, so in the past few days, he has been working overtime to train nurses.
, I really don’t have time to come over and get medicine.”
Victor stood up from the bed and walked to sit on the sofa opposite Schiller. At this time, Mrs. Miller came in with a hot water bottle, and she naturally picked up Victor's topic.
"Although those little guys are naughty and mischievous, their hands are much more skillful than adults. Many of them have folded lunch boxes or bags in the kitchen. This is already a very rare work experience."
Schiller asked with some confusion: "Then why is our hospital still empty? Our nurses seem to be very idle 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 intellectually fighting patients who want to hide medicine, and using force to fight sudden madness."
Patients struggle, and nurses all over the world have to do the most important and most troublesome job - reminding doctors to put things back in their place."
Schiller lightly shrugged his shoulders. After Mrs. Miller left, he raised his chin toward 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 happily and said, "When we were in the office, you often scolded Anna and me for not putting things back after taking them. Now, is it your turn?"
"Because you are taking my things." Schiller said angrily: "Do you want me to tell you again about how you and Anna lost six of my pens within a week?"
Schiller took a sip of water, looked at Victor and asked, "Bruce reported to your place? What is he studying? Physics or chemistry?"
"Physics." Victor replied. He picked up the finger biscuits in the metal bucket on the table, broke them into two pieces, and said while eating, "Why did you just think of asking? He has already participated in a group meeting.
.”
Schiller also broke off a piece of finger biscuit, put it into his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just you and his team?"
"Didn't I tell you? I have admitted a few new graduate students."
"Master Leng is the first one. He took the wrong path when he was young and was self-taught in prison. However, he has always been eager for campus life and also wants to receive systematic education. His research route is somewhat similar to mine, but it is not the same.
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 and contacted a professor he met 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 still remember. She is a third-year student in the Department of Biology at Gotham University. She was about to graduate. However, during the disaster when the citizens went crazy, her classmates left behind
He killed her and used her as bait, which made her very sad and angry."
"Bruce's girlfriend saved her, and the two of them became good sisters. Pamela was a little discouraged and didn't plan to study anymore, but Selena dissuaded her and wanted her to cherish her time on campus.
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Victor shook his head and said: "Her psychological shadow is quite serious. In other words, she may have some psychological problems and her mood has been bad. However, she still followed Selina'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, Gotham University does not have a tutor in this direction, so I asked her to stay with me for free research, and then go to Metropolitan University when she is studying for a Ph.D.
Bar."
Victor sighed and said: "She is a very talented little girl, just like she can talk to plants. I have seen her research results during her undergraduate period, which are very amazing. Those classmates treat her like this, maybe they are jealous of her."
, she is a genius."
Schiller nodded and said, "It would be a pity if she doesn't study. When you go back, persuade her to see a psychiatrist if she feels sad. She should know better than anyone that medicine is effective."
"Let's talk about Bruce." Schiller looked at Victor and said, but he did not see any irritable look on Victor's face. On the contrary, when Bruce's study was mentioned, there was a look in Victor's eyes.
Everything was shining, and he said excitedly:
"He is also a genius! A complete genius! Moreover, he has a strong interest in physics and a high enthusiasm for research!"
"I have to say that at the first group meeting, from the paper proposal to the group discussion, he was the best performer!"
