The old bank, converted into Arkham Sanatorium, is located in the southern financial district of Lower Manhattan, but not on Wall Street, but on the east corner of a 14th Street intersection.

It was built in the 30s by a British businessman who came to invest here, so it looks a bit like the Gringotts Bank, with white walls and intricate window decorations.

As Nick Fury said, the building is very well maintained, both on the exterior and on the inside.

The interior is mostly made of wood, and the hall is very well lit thanks to the presence of floor-to-ceiling windows.

The revolving door, which is quite in the style of the last century, has also been preserved, and when you enter the door, you will face the main counter, flanked by two huge staircases, with crystal chandeliers hanging from your heads, and the wooden floor at your feet is a mature honey color, allowing you to see some traces of history, but without looking old.

The building as a whole is asymmetrical, with the main building on the east side, so that most of the convalescent rooms are on the east side, while the west side is occupied by outpatient and functional buildings.

Because the old bank is not on Wall Street, the land was not expensive when it was bought, and the space was relatively spacious, with 7 floors, about 60 available rooms on the east side, about 30 rooms on the west side, and a sky garden on the 3rd floor behind the 2nd floor on the west side.

The people who built this bank were also willing to spend money, the interior was very luxurious, the style was extravagant and comfortable, this was a building that was very in line with the aesthetics of the old money of that era, so it did not need too much decoration, and directly met the aesthetics and practicality of a sanatorium.

Strange walked through the hallway on the third floor of the hospital, and a nurse behind him said while flipping through the notebook in his hand, "Mr. Eisen on the second floor wants to drink special drinking water, and Mrs. Harris on the third floor wants us to prescribe eye drops containing immortality factor for him......"

"I'm going to have a meeting with the dean now, and I'll talk about these things after the meeting."

Strange went upstairs and turned left to the dean's office on the easternmost side of the 4th floor, when he entered, Schiller was opening champagne, and Strange said angrily, "You're going to open champagne now, isn't it too early?" There's a whole mess waiting to be cleaned up. ”

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He threw a stack of documents onto the table in front of Schiller and said, "You are patronizing and accepting so many patients with appointments, and the office system of this nursing home is not perfect, and fifty or sixty patients are pouring in at once, and the doctors and nurses are going crazy. ”

"Don't worry." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to the chair, motioned for Scrange to sit down, he poured himself a glass of wine first, then poured it for Strange, and then said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are already training, and it is estimated that a batch will be delivered this afternoon." ”

"Agent? As you told me this morning, the medical staff who were urgently dispatched were the agents??? ”

"Of course, and not only do they not have to pay me, but Nick has to pay me."

Strange opened his mouth, he was not stupid, of course he knew what the agents were here for, he said, "You sell the patient's private information to the secret service organization??? ”

"Stephen, look up, what's the patient here? They eat the most expensive skin care products in the world, and even if they have a little scratched skin, they are treated by the best private doctors. ”

Schiller put one hand in his pocket, took a glass of wine in the other, took a sip of wine, and said, "They are not here to heal." ”

"Of course I know, they are here for the immortality factor theory you made up, and they want to use it to make themselves immortal." Strange snorted.

Schiller shook his head, put down his glass, and said, "This is just one aspect, have you heard of Noah's Ark?" ”

"God wanted to destroy the world with a flood, so he built an ark, and the number of people in the ark was limited, and only a very small number of people survived."

"When things get to this point, it doesn't matter what happens when they board the ship, what matters is that they are willing to pay a lot of money for a ticket to prove that they are God's favorites in front of mankind all over the world."

"If you were the captain of Noah's Ark, God wouldn't let you in, a vampire, no matter how well the ship was driven." Strange also picked up his glass and took a sip.

"How many more paramedics do you need?"

Strange thought for a moment, then said, "At least there are more than 50 of them, and there are almost no escorts on the 3rd and 4th floors, and they all shout that they need a private nurse." ”

"I'm not asking the least, I'm asking the most."

"At most? How many people can be cram into such a 7th-floor nursing home? I'm afraid 1,000 medical staff will be full, right? ”

"You don't have your share of the money for arranging agents to enter the nursing home, that's my compensation, but you can mention 5 points for the reimbursement share of the number of false claims."

"Absolutely not without 5,000 people." "Patients spend a lot of money, and a person needs a medical team of at least 200 people to accompany him 24 hours a day," Strange said categorically. ”

"Is there any room for growth?"

Strange propped his elbows on the table, put his hand against his chin and said, "It depends on whether you can get the qualification of a medical or pharmaceutical research institute, there is no upper limit to the number of people in such an institution, even if I report 20,000 people." ”

"20,000? 2 researchers and 19998 assistants? ”

"Internship slots." Strange accentuated his tone and said, "How many people are there at Columbia?" What about NYU? We gave them internship places, let alone 20,000 people, and if there were a few more universities in New York, 100,000 people would be reasonable. ”

"Wait." Strange suddenly reacted, as if he had been taken into the ditch by Schiller, and said, "Even if you collect money from many sources, you don't have to do it so badly, right?" ”

"You took money from these customers, fooled them with health supplements that I don't know if they have curative effects, and even took money from the secret service organization and asked them to send people in to collect intelligence?? You're ......."

Strange didn't even know how to describe Schiller, saying that he was a vampire, and vampires would burst into tears when they heard it, but any vampire who was half as vicious as him would not be mixed into a raw material for health supplements.

Strange was thinking about it when there was a knock on the door of the dean's office, and a man in a trench coat and hood walked in, and Schiller took out another glass from the wine cabinet, and then poured a glass of champagne.

"I didn't understand what you told me on the phone." Blade Warrior was a little puzzled and said, "But are you sure I'm doing this?" ”

"Of course, of course." Schiller moved him a chair and motioned for him to sit down, and after Blade sat down, Schiller said, "What better proof than the vampire himself to stand up and prove that the immortality factor in the vampire's body is useful?" ”

"But I'm not a vampire, I haven't even been bitten, it's just my mother'......"

"That's it, and when you're telling the story, make sure you emphasize that after your mother was bitten, you were born into a vampire, what does that mean?"

Schiller looked at Strange, who was also a little confused, and said, "What does it prove?" Proof that vampires are vicious and bite even pregnant women? ”

"Nope! This proves that a certain substance in vampire blood can be transmitted from mother to child, which would be welcomed by the high-end maternal and infant market. ”

"Next question, Eric, how old are you?"

"Well, I forgot, but I think I'm in my 30s, right?"

"No, no, no, you're almost 230 years old this year, about the same year as the founding of the United States, and you were born with the Union."

"But I'm not that old......"

"That's not called old, you're young among vampires, and there should be no shortage of 3,000-year-old and 4,000-year-old guys in your clan, right?"

"As far as I know, there doesn't seem to be a ...... except for Dracula"

"By the way, Dracula, is he the oldest? Do you have his contact details? ”

"What do you want to do?" Blade looked at Schiller, who said, "If he's willing to make a promotional video for us, he'll be able to do that." ”

"Let the vampires advertise their own potions made from their own raw materials? What the hell are you thinking? How could he possibly say yes? ”

"But aren't you already here?"

"I'm in a special situation, I hate these rats, they're my enemies, and I wish the humans would kill them all."

"Then how do you know you're the only one in a special situation?"

Schiller said very sincerely: "You must know that Erik, you alone are not enough. ”

"I've heard that you have ties to the clan, so you can ask the moderates what they're going to do with the radicals next? If I don't mind, I can talk to them about a deal. ”

"Talking about business? What are you going to talk about? ”

"I can give them twenty percent of the income from the sale of potions and potions, which is already very high, and Nick can only take thirty percent."

Blade opened his mouth, paused, and said, "That's ridiculous, but ......" Blade said confusedly, "It's a bit strange that humans are massively promoting vampire-based potions, and I thought the moderates would start protesting in turn." ”

"Maybe you haven't thought that those vampires who have the ability to speak don't care that their own kind are made into medicine, as long as it is not themselves who are made into medicine."

"On that basis, it would be great if it was their enemy who was being made into medicine."

"And if the whole process doesn't even require their intervention, and only needs to provide a little bit of intelligence and information to the human race, you can comprehensively attack their political enemies, so that their enemies are exhausted, or even wiped out completely, then why not?"

"If, in the process, they not only don't need to give, but can also gain a lot of money and resources, then why don't they care?"

"In the final analysis...... Schiller concluded: "Moderate vampires are just greedy for pleasure, and they want to enjoy themselves in human society, they need status and money, and they want this, and we give them these in exchange for their enemies of the same kind." ”

"When they get used to this extravagant life, and the radicals are all eliminated, they will spontaneously select some more people from the group and give them to us in exchange for the capital necessary to continue this extravagant life."

"Under the rule of pureblood, their society will be gradually sacrificed to humanity from the bottom up."

"Maybe ......" Schiller sighed and said, "In this world, in the beginning and in the end, there will only be one vampire, and that is the immortal Dracula." ”

Strange and Blade were silent, and after a while, Strange said, "I don't care about these big things, I'm just an ordinary doctor, I want to know, what good can this bring me?" ”

"You have become the attending physician of this nursing home, and in the future, no matter how you divide it, you will not be missing, which is the benefit of an entire race."

"What you have to do now is to think about how large the villa is and count the money, it will be more comfortable."

Strange swallowed, he couldn't even imagine this kind of life, but he still said reservedly: "I don't love money that much, I'm a person with pursuits." ”

Blade shook his head and said, "Money? …… Money, what a terrible thing. ”

"But it works." Schiller picked up the glass, and the golden liquor reflected on the lenses of his eyes, making it impossible to see his gaze.

"It's useful, and it's always going to work."