A truck sped through the rainy night, splashing like a waterfall, and the rumble of tires crushing through puddles was louder than thunder on the horizon.

All the children, with a look of horror, grabbed what they could, crowded together, like canned sardines transported on an assembly line.

Jason also grabbed the cushion with one hand, and he said, "You're crazy! Bruce! You are crazy! Not only did you break the rules, but you may have injured a gangster, and they're going to kill us!"

"You haven't learned anything!" Jason raised his voice and said, "You can get out of here easily, but these people can't do it, and I can't do it......

"As long as you take off your hood, no one will dare to embarrass you, you think so, right? Even if you reveal your identity, no one will dare to embarrass us, and they will send us away with a kind voice......

Jason closed his eyes and said in a trembling tone, "But in Gotham, we can't live by pity, you have mercy on us and want to save these children, but in the end it won't save anyone......

Bruce drove in silence, he didn't say anything, Jason looked into his face, but only saw the light of the streetlamp sliding over his hood for a moment, like a Gotham sunset.

Bruce rushed across the street, driving his truck farther away, and just as Jason had expected, the rain came so suddenly that many of the children were driven out of their strongholds, crouching on the side of the street, shivering.

The car stopped again, and more children were pulled up, and they looked at the frightened expressions of the children in the car for some reason, but soon, they also fell into panic, because the truck rushed straight through the street gangsters.

The "rumble" thunder kept ringing, and the trucks were like lightning bolts, passing through the streets of Gotham, picking up the stars that had fallen from the sky, filling them in cans, and heading in unknown directions.

The storm was getting more and more intense, and the heels of the leather shoes stepped on the floor of the corridor, making a soft "click" sound, and it was inconspicuous in the sound of the rain.

Schiller pushed open the door to a hospital room, and Brand frowned behind him, for the situation in the room in front of him was not good.

Seven or eight children were curled up in the corner, the hospital bed was full of messy vomit, and there were traces of blood on the ground, and everyone looked at the people who came in with wide eyes, their eyes were very numb, and there was no breath of a living person.

"That's what Wayne paid us a lot of money to do?" Brand stood in the doorway and said incredulously, "How did he get this group of kids like this? What the hell did he do?"

"It's not him, it's all of Gotham." Schiller stood in the middle of the room, as if he hadn't seen the children, hadn't smelled the terrible smell.

Brand stood in silence at the door, and it was a long time before he said, "This city is hell, hell alive."

"I thought you already knew, haven't you been here for a while?" Schiller stood under the chandelier in his room and wrote his medical records, and Brand walked in slowly, saying, "Yes, but I've never been deep into this city, and I don't have the skills you have, so I can only hide in the hospital." ….

"It's not that you don't have the skills, Brand, you just don't want to." Schiller stopped his pen, glanced up at the children, and said, "Today, we're going to give them an initial consultation and come up with a treatment plan, and Wayne's huge sum of money is not for nothing."

"But why don't we join the other doctors?" Brand asked with some confusion, "Shouldn't the consultation be three days later?"

"Do you really think you can count on them? They don't even know as much as you know about it." Schiller turned his head to look at the window, and he said, "The storm is getting louder, isn't it?"

Brand sighed and walked gently to a distance of more than two meters from the group of children.

He found that his every movement was caught by those eyes, and Brand felt like he was being targeted by a beast, but he thought it was just an illusion, because he was in front of some malnourished children.

"Their stress response is very severe, they must have been stimulated more than once, can they still express their needs now?

？」 Brand crouched down and kept his eyes level with the children.

"I'm asking you to come with me because I want you to check the pathology of their brain activity and leave ......it to me for behavioral and cognitive matters," Schiller began.

Brand stood up and nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call the nurses over and let the hospital prepare the medicine, I hope I don't use too many tranquilizers, otherwise it will affect their health."

After a while, two nurses came pushing the trolley, and all the children started screaming.

The head nurse in the lead turned to Brand and said, "That's it, it's not like we haven't tried medication these days, but they resisted too fiercely, and we didn't dare to be too rough, after all, Mr. Wayne explained......

But Brand was much more experienced than the average head nurse, and he said, "Don't pay attention to them, don't look them in the eye, don't try to communicate with them, just pretend you don't see anything, you don't hear anything."

"Think of them as a cargo, not as a person." Brand looked at the head nurse and said, "Don't think it's inhuman, when the patient behaves aggressively, he is probably out of his mind, too much will make his mental activity more frequent and make them more excited."

Brand didn't hesitate at all, stepped forward and grabbed a child's arm and carried him to the bed, the child screamed frantically, trying to bite Brand's wrist with his mouth, but Brand grabbed his arm and pressed him to the hospital bed, beckoned to the nurse, and the nurse next to him walked up to give the injection.

The other children scattered, but because the door was closed, no one could escape, so they were all taken back and drugged.

The head nurse had a look of disbelief on her face until it was all over, and she said, "My daughter is about the same age as them, it's really ......."

"Don't feel guilty, ma'am, we have controlled the strength so that it doesn't hurt their bodies, and the dosage of the medication is strictly controlled, so that they can be quiet for a while, which will help us to check them, which is the only way for them to recover." Brand reassured. ….

"Of course, of course I do." The head nurse quickly adjusted, she said, "I'm going to inform them, clean up this place first, then move the equipment over, and after the inspection, let the nurse come and scrub their bodies......

After the nurses had left, Schiller looked at Brand and said, "Sometimes, I am surprised by your professionalism and decisiveness."

Brand wasn't happy to be flattered in the slightest, he shook his head and said, "Can you tell me about it?" What the hell is going on?"

"This is the kid Wayne brought back from the slums, you haven't been there, so you don't know, there is a special kind of beggar in the slums, some 'mom and dad, will take back those babies who are weaker or born with disabilities and train them to beg."

"Some time ago, the Gotham's children were united, and these children were rescued, and Wayne was so kind that he wanted to treat them, so he sent them to the hospital."

Brand shook his head and said, "Although I focus more on pathology, I also know that this is not a good choice, not to mention that the change of environment may stimulate them, no matter how kind he is, he must first listen to the needs of the recipient, rather than self-righteous to help them."

"Wayne at that time. Not a good listener." Schiller looked at Brand and said, "But actually, they reacted so violently because they were all living in Gotham law before."

"Gotham's laws? Is there still a law in this damn city?!" Brand said with a deep breath.

"Of course, in any social society, there will be rules and laws, but the laws of Gotham are not written laws, so it looks as if there are no laws." Schiller shook his head and said.

"Among them, the rules of the Gotham Gangs are that where you are in the position, you can only do the corresponding things, so that you will be blessed by the rules, if you go beyond the scope, what you get may be far from being exploited."

Brand thought for a moment and felt that this was indeed very similar to the rule of law that he was familiar with.

In a normal society, if people do not abide by the rules of society and do things beyond their functions, they may gain benefits, but the benefits are far from the freedom that is exploited by prison.

At the bottom of Gotham, such rules are enforced perfectly, and the children must be weak enough to stay on their turf and pose no threat to anyone so that they can survive in the cracks.

If they take possession of resources that do not belong to them, they must turn them in, and if they violate this rule, they may die.

Schiller sighed again, looked at the child lying on the bed and said, "This is especially true of these begging children, who have been taught from an early age that all the resources they have obtained must be turned in, otherwise they will be killed."

"They have long been disciplined to think that all the fruits of their labor do not belong to them, and if they take a little more, their lives may be in danger, but now, they get too much."

"Bruce Wayne didn't break the old rules, didn't break the laws, didn't discipline them with a new order, but simply got them out of that environment and stuffed them with a whole bunch of things."

"In that kind of environment, people who grow up will feel that this large pile of things represents the scourge of death, and no one can be exempt from the fear of death."

"Their crying, screaming, and defiance are not because they feel they have too little, but because they are resisting what they have too much."

"This won't save Gotham." Brand opened his mouth and said, "If this order is not completely overthrown, all those who come out of this environment will go crazy because of this fear."

"Bruce's intentions may have been good, and he thought he could save one." Schiller concluded, "But his behavior is like taking a sick fish out of a pond."

"The fish is not doing well, even dying, and he feels pity and wants to treat the fish, but he has to take into account that if the fish runs out of water, it will die faster."

"And when the fish in this pond are all sick fish, the first thing he should consider is to change the water in the pool."

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