There was a knock on the office door. Schiller looked up from his desk, flipped through the appointment records next to him, and said, "Please come in!"
"Schiller! Schiller! You really have to help me!!" Gordon, who was 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 flipped through the reservation records leisurely, and then said: "Why didn't you call the reservation department in advance? I have a full appointment today and I can't have a long talk with you... Otherwise, should I cancel the reservation first?"
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Gordon frowned, waved his hand and said: "No, there is nothing to talk about. I just hope you can agree to let Arkham Asylum accept those patients who need antidote injections. We really have no 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 larger, with two branches and two inpatient departments, and can barely make up 1,000 beds."
The beds are all full!"
"Aren't there many private hospitals in each district? If they don't admit patients, wouldn't the Twelve Families have any objections?" Schiller asked.
Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head, and explained helplessly: "Normally, people in Gotham don't like to be hospitalized, so 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, and no one will anticipate the crisis of medical resources.”
"Wayne Group and several well-known engineering groups in the city are working non-stop to seal the covers, but most of the frozen patients require at least three days of infusion and four days of observation before they can be thawed.
Will jump out and continue to go crazy."
Gordon sighed deeply and said: "Because the beds are tight and there are not enough nurses, the infusion time for many people is not enough, and the antidote is not fully effective. After thawing, they are still unconscious and violent, so I
I hope I can borrow Arkham Asylum, the nurses here are more professional."
Before Schiller could 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 who still have mental problems.
Arkham Asylum."
"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but in reality, the probability is not high. About one in 20 to 30 people can encounter it. I think, considering the capacity of Arkham Asylum, it is completely sufficient."
"They can be provided with tranquilizers here, or they can be restrained for a short period of time, and then given additional infusions."
"After the patients are triaged, the bed crisis should be alleviated. As long as it is sustained for a period of time, the construction of emergency medical facilities can be completed. By then, this 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 in one gulp, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Judging from the appearance, he must have been sleepless these past few days.
endlessly.
Schiller put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers together, looked at Gordon and said, "I don't have any problem with you wanting to use the beds in Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and I think Brand should have no problem with it either."
"But the problem is...the nurses here are not as experienced as other nurses in caring for ordinary patients."
"The most important thing is that the doctors here are all psychiatrists. They haven't prescribed anything other than mental illness drugs for a long time. No one can perform internal medicine diagnosis and treatment, and no one can deal with serious trauma."
"I had no hope at first." Gordon shook his head, stood up and looked at Schiller and said: "We will screen the patients. Those with severe trauma or other diseases will not be sent here, but will be received in other hospitals.
treat."
"As for the nurses, don't even think about professional nurses. They are almost crazy. We can send some nurse apprentices who are pretty good at school. They are only responsible for injections, and for other care, we can only rely on your nurses here.
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"I can testify to this." Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded at the door. Pamela pushed the door open and said, "Sorry, I saw the door was open, so I didn't knock on the door."
"It's okay, come in quickly, it's your appointment time." Schiller pointed to the chair opposite the desk, and then continued: "Chief Gordon is my friend, we are almost done talking, it won't delay us.
For the rest of the conversation.”
Pamela's tone was always very calm and expressionless. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, sat on the chair, looked at Chief Gordon and said:
"Selena complained to me that she hasn't been out in Gotham for a long time since she was taken to be a nurse. Even Bruce was worried that she would get sick from overwork. No one should be working 12 hours a day.
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-hearted girl."
Pamela rolled her eyes and said, "Anyone who can't hide from you is a kind-hearted girl."
Schiller looked at Gordon with interest, and Gordon became 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 just have to call Barbara!"
"Okay, the matter has become serious enough that you want to call your ex-girlfriend? Pamela, please understand this police chief, he has done 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 arrest a strong man for this reason.
Gordon was completely impatient this time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to catch Catwoman and become a nurse. He must have been scratched a lot these days.
For an old-school police detective, contacting young ladies everywhere to introduce them to jobs seemed like a hooligan. 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 his other foot with one leather shoe, walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and turned around and said: "I won't interrupt your conversation."
, I'll leave first, the patient and nurse will arrive tomorrow, thank you, Professor Schiller."
Schiller lowered his head, smiled and shook his head, and then cast his gaze on Pamela. Only then did he notice that Pamela's eyes turned emerald green, and the green was a bit strange.
Pamela leaned back on the chair, folded her hands on her legs, lowered her eyes and said, "As you can see, this is the consequence of accepting the green power of all things. I have a pair of devil eyes."
"I suggested to Victor that you come to see me. Not only do I want to chat with you, but I also want to express my gratitude to you. If you hadn't accepted the power of the green of all things and turned those terrible broccoli,
They have returned to their original size, otherwise, I might still be freezing in the ice and snow in Moscow."
"It's nothing." Pamela didn't seem to care. She turned her head to the side and said, "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli as high as a building... Professor, am I sick? I need to eat it.
Medicine?"
Pamela's straightforward question made Schiller stunned for a moment, but he quickly replied: "It's not Victor who told you to come here to see a doctor? God, don't listen to him.
Yes, you are far from a mental illness!"
After hearing this, Pamela's expression did not change, but her arms relaxed a little and no longer leaned against her body tightly. Schiller then comforted: "Victor said, your mood is a little low, it seems.
I can't muster the energy to do anything, I just want to confirm that this is not a side effect of the deal you made with the Green of All Things?"
Pamela shook her head slightly and said: "It has nothing to do with that. The deal we reached is quite fair. I will become its spokesperson and help it maintain the stability of the plant world. It will give me the power to control plants.
"
After saying that, Pamela gently pointed at the dwarf pine next to Schiller. In an instant, the branches that had been pruned sparsely became lush and leafy again, and the shape became very graceful and vibrant.
abundant.
"It really amazes me, miss. I don't mean this ability, but your aesthetics. Yesterday, I pruned here for half an hour, but it only made this poor tree look one step closer to death.
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"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what state they are in is 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 previous question: "This is an old problem of mine. About every two months, I will have a very depressed period, and I feel like doing nothing.
I have no strength, I have been like this since I was a child, and it has nothing to do with the greenness of all things."
"Will drinking coffee or tea make me better?" Schiller asked.
"It's not that I'm sleepy. I'm awake. I just don't want to do anything. However, lying down at home doesn't make me feel better. Instead, it makes me feel even more uncomfortable." Pamela frowned slightly.
Mei said.
"I thought I was suffering from depression, and I had gone to the hospital to take those tests, but the test results fluctuated high and low. I also conducted pathological examinations, but there were no results." Pamela looked a little helpless.
Schiller tapped his fingertips on the table, thought for a moment, and then said, "Were you 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 it when I was a child."
"This may be the sequelae of childhood depression." Schiller made a judgment. He said: "The growth of age and changes in the environment allow your child's depression to heal itself. In childhood, the long-term low mood has already
It becomes a part of your life.”
Schiller drew a long tail, then sighed and said: "Even if you take antidepressant drugs now, it will be of no use, because that kind of low mood is actually just your hallucination, caused by the shadow of childhood.
It’s the sequelae caused by it, rather than any actual physical pathology.”
Then, he looked into Pamela's green eyes and said: "If you feel uneasy, you can take another set of test questions or check your brain waves, but I think it is unlikely that medication can be used.
If you feel really uncomfortable, I can give you some placebo."
"No need, at least now, I can still talk to plants when I'm lying in bed." Pamela shook her head gently and said, "These little green guys are my best placebo."
"I heard that you and Selena have become friends? 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 children will help you relieve your inner tension..."
Just when he said this, there was a rapid knock on the door. Schiller frowned and shouted: "Please come in."
Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and walked in. She said with a serious face: "Chief Gordon just called. There was a murder at Wayne Hospital. The deceased was a physician. Mr. Wayne hopes that you can go there now."
"
"But now I'm giving..."
Pamela immediately stood up and said: "That's all for my situation. Professor, you are busy first."
Pretending not to see the retention in Schiller's eyes, Pamela quickly walked to the door, nodded to Mrs. Miller, and then left.
Schiller let out a long sigh, then looked at Mrs. Miller expectantly and said, "You should have told him that I was busy, right?"
"On the contrary." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said, "I said, you are so idle that you are almost going to be moldy. 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 clinic, take the pens from the clinic to the inpatient department, and connect two carriages for you. The transportation capacity is better than the train!"
Schiller covered his forehead. Just as he was about to say something to shirk, Mrs. Miller walked to the door, closed the door, and said: "You can't hide from your student like an enemy for a lifetime, no matter what mistakes he makes,
You will always meet again."
After Mrs. Miller closed the door, Schiller glanced at the table, sighed deeply, and then said: "I really didn't expect that one day I would not want to see Batman so much... I am such a clown, oh
