Chapter 1129 Professor (Part 1)

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The door to the office was knocked on, and Schiller looked up from his desk, flipping through the appointment record next to him, and then said, "Come in!"

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

Schiller flipped through the appointment record leisurely and said, "Why didn't you make an advance appointment with the appointment department? I'm fully booked today, I can't have a long talk with you... Unless I cancel the appointment first?"

Gordon frowned and waved his hand, "No need, there's nothing to talk about, I just hope you can agree to let Arkham Asylum receive those patients who need the antidote injection, we really don't have any more beds!"

Gordon pointed out the window and said, "The central hospital in Gotham has less than 500 beds in total, and they're already completely full now. Wayne Hospital is a bit bigger, with two branch hospitals and two inpatient departments, barely making up 1,000 beds, but they're all full too!"

"Don't all the districts have quite a few private hospitals? If they don't admit patients, don't the Twelve Families have any objections?" Schiller asked.

Gordon pursed his lips, shook his head a little, and explained somewhat helplessly, "Normally, Gotham people don't like to be hospitalized, so the inpatient departments of private hospitals have all been reducing the number of beds. They are profit-oriented, if they don't make money, they won't invest, and no one could have predicted the medical resource crisis."

"The Wayne Group and several well-known engineering groups in the city are building non-stop, but most of the frozen patients need at least three days of intravenous infusion and four days of observation before they can be thawed without going crazy again."

Gordon sighed deeply and said, "Due to the shortage of beds, there are not enough nurses, and many people's infusion time is not enough, the antidote has not been fully effective, and after thawing, they are still disoriented and violent, so I hope to borrow Arkham Asylum, where the nurses are more professional."

Before Schiller could agree, Gordon walked over to the sofa and said to himself, "I discussed with Victor to shorten the infusion cycle, and send the patients with poor recovery or still have mental problems to Arkham Asylum."

"Poor recovery happens from time to time, but the probability is not high, about one out of twenty or thirty people. I think Arkham Asylum's capacity should be enough to handle them."

"Here they can be provided with stabilizing medications, or even short-term restraint treatments, and then have supplementary infusions."

"After diverting the patients, the bed shortage crisis should be relieved. As long as we can hold out for a while, the emergency medical facilities will be built, and then this crisis will be completely over."

After Gordon finished speaking, he leaned back wearily in the chair, poured himself a glass of wine, and drained it in one gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh. From his appearance, he must not have slept for days.

Schiller placed his hands on the desk, fingers interlocked, and looked at Gordon, saying, "I don't mind using Arkham Asylum's beds, and I think Brand shouldn't have any objections either."

"But the problem is... The nurses here are not as experienced in caring for ordinary patients as other nurses."

"The most important thing is, all the doctors here are psychiatrists, and they haven't prescribed anything other than psychiatric medications for a long time. No one can provide internal medicine treatment or handle serious injuries."

"I didn't expect that either." Gordon shook his head and stood up, looking at Schiller, "We will screen the patients, and those with serious injuries or other illnesses will not be sent here, but will receive treatment at other hospitals."

"As for the nurses, you can forget about the professionals, they're almost going crazy. We can send some nursing student interns over, and they'll only be responsible for injections, while the other nursing care will have to rely on the nurses here."

"I can vouch for that." Suddenly, a crisp female voice sounded from the doorway, and Pamela pushed the door open, saying, "I'm sorry, I saw the door was open, so I didn't knock."

"It's okay, come in quickly, it's your appointment time after all." Schiller pointed to the chair in front of the desk, then continued, "This is my friend, Commissioner Gordon. We're just about done, so it won't interfere with our conversation."

Pamela's tone was always very flat, without much expression. She shrugged indifferently and, after sitting down, looked at Commissioner Gordon and said:

"Selena and I have complained that since she was caught and made to work as a nurse, she hasn't been able to go out at night in Gotham for a long time. Even Bruce is worried that she might get overworked. No one should have to work 5 more hours after already working 12 hours."

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

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

Schiller watched Gordon with interest, and Gordon became more embarrassed. He cleared his throat and then said, "We are really short of nurses! I have to acknowledge that young ladies are indeed more suitable for this kind of work. You have to understand me, I was just about to call Barbara!"

"Alright, has the situation become so serious that you want to call your ex-girlfriend? Pamela, try to understand this commissioner, he has put in a lot of effort."

Pamela pursed her lips and said, "If it weren't for Professor Victor helping me get time off, I should be practicing injections in the hospital right now as well."

Schiller laughed, he didn't expect Gordon to have recruited Catwoman as a nurse to this extent. 

This time, Gordon was completely annoyed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to catch Catwoman and make her work as a nurse. He must have taken a lot of beatings these past few days.

For an old-fashioned detective, going around contacting young ladies to introduce jobs to them, it would look like he was being a womanizer, and Gordon was very uncomfortable with this, but he had no choice.

To quickly end this awkward topic, Gordon kicked the heel of one of his shoes with the other, walked quickly to the door, opened it, and said over his shoulder, "I won't interrupt your conversation anymore, I'll be leaving first. The patients and nurses will arrive tomorrow, thank you, Professor Schiller."

Schiller lowered his head, shaking it with a smile, then shifted his gaze to Pamela. That's when he noticed that Pamela's eyes had turned an eerie green.

Leaning back in the chair, her hands folded in her lap, Pamela lowered her eyelids and said, "As you can see, this is the consequence of accepting the power of All Things Green. I have a Demon's Eye."

"I suggested to Victor that you come see me, not only to chat with you, but also to express my gratitude. If it weren't for you accepting the power of All Things Green and shrinking those terrible broccolis back to their original size, I might still be freezing in the icy land of Moscow right now."

"It's nothing." Pamela seemed indifferent. She turned her head to the side and said, "I don't like broccoli either, especially broccoli as tall as a building... Professor, am I sick? Do I need medication?"

Pamela's direct question momentarily startled Schiller, but he quickly replied, "Victor didn't tell you to come see me for an illness, did he? Oh dear, don't listen to him, you're still far from having a mental illness!"

Hearing this, although Pamela's expression didn't change, her arms relaxed a bit and were no longer tightly pressed against her body. Schiller continued to reassure her, "Victor said you've been a bit depressed, feeling lethargic about doing anything. I just wanted to confirm if this isn't a side effect of your deal with All Things Green?"

Pamela shook her head lightly and said, "It has nothing to do with that. The deal I made with it was quite fair. I became its spokesperson, helping to maintain the stability of the plant kingdom, and it gave me the power to control plants."

Saying this, Pamela gently pointed to the dwarf pine tree next to Schiller. Instantly, the previously sparse branches became lush and full, with a beautiful, vibrant shape.

"I'm amazed, miss, but I'm not referring to this ability. I'm talking about your aesthetics. Yesterday, I spent half an hour pruning this poor tree, but I only made it look closer to death."

"Plants have their own thoughts. They know what state they need to be in for the best growth, and that's what humans consider to be vitality."

Pamela briefly explained, then answered Schiller's previous question, "This has been an old problem of mine. Every couple of months, I go through a period of deep depression, feeling lethargic about doing anything. I've been like this since I was young, and it has nothing to do with All Things Green."

"Would drinking coffee or tea help improve the situation?" Schiller asked.

"It's not fatigue, I'm very clear-headed, I just don't feel like doing anything. But lying at home doesn't make me feel better either, it actually makes me feel worse," Pamela said, furrowing her brow slightly.

"I thought I had depression, and I've done those test questionnaires at the hospital before, but the results have been inconsistent. Even after pathological examinations, there were no conclusive findings," Pamela said, sounding somewhat resigned.

Schiller gently tapped the desktop with his fingertips, pondering for a moment, then said, "Did you undergo any examinations during your childhood?"

Pamela's eyes widened slightly, as if she had never heard this question before. She thought about it and then said, "No, of course not. I didn't have time for examinations when I was a child."

"This could be a residual effect of childhood depression," Schiller concluded. He explained, "The growth in age and change in environment have allowed your childhood depression to resolve on its own. In your early years, the prolonged low mood has become a part of your life."

Schiller drew out the last syllable and then sighed, "Even if you take antidepressant medication now, it won't be of much use, because that sense of melancholy is actually just your illusion, a residual effect of your childhood shadow, and not a real physiological disorder."

He then looked into Pamela's green eyes and said, "If you're still unsure, you can take another set of tests or have your brain waves checked, but I don't think the chances of medication treatment are high. If you're really feeling distressed, I can prescribe you some placebos."

"That's not necessary. At least for now, I can talk to the plants while lying in bed," Pamela said, shaking her head lightly. "These little green friends are my best comfort."

"I heard you've become friends with Selena? She's quite a cheerful girl. I think you can talk to her more. Of course, she also has a lovely daughter, you could tell stories together and being around children can help alleviate your inner anxiety..."

Before he could finish, a rapid knocking sound came from the door. Schiller furrowed his brow and called out, "Come in."

Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and said solemnly, "Commissioner Gordon just called on the phone. There's been a murder case at Wayne Hospital, the victim is an internal medicine doctor. Mr. Wayne hopes you can go there immediately."

"But I'm currently in the middle of..."

Pamela immediately stood up and said, "That's all I have to say about my situation, Professor. You should go attend to that first."

Pretending not to see the reluctance in Schiller's eye contact, Pamela quickly walked to the door, nodded at Mrs. Miller, and left.

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

"Quite the opposite." Mrs. Miller shook her head. "I said you're practically growing mold from being idle all day in the hospital, doing nothing!"

"Professor, all you do every day is take the scissors from the inpatient ward to the clinic, bring the pens from the clinic back to the inpatient ward, and connect two train carriages - your transportation capacity is stronger than a train!"

Schiller covered his forehead, just about to start making excuses when Mrs. Miller went to the door, closing it while saying, "You can't hide from your students forever, no matter what mistake they've made, you'll have to see them again someday."

After closing the door, Schiller looked at the desktop and sighed deeply, then said, "I never thought the day would come when I wouldn't want to see Batman... I must be the real Joker here, oh no, the Joker would only feel sorry for Batman."

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