Perhaps because the brief sunny day had just passed, and the clouds had not yet had time to completely close, the Dusk of Gotham was particularly bright, and the golden red sunset light that no Gotham had ever seen before was shining along the Gotham River all the way north to the deserted island near the North End, reflecting the old fence that Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was tearing down.

Workers were tearing down the old fences, erecting new solid fences and knocking them into the ground, the smell of damp dirt mixed with the smell of paint, and in a few moments it was blown away by the sea breeze.

The weather-beaten old asylum has finally been reborn, moving from its mainland in the southwestern part of Gotham North to an island on the north shore of Gotham, expanding its footprint more than tenfold.

An ordinary psychiatric hospital does not need to occupy an entire island, but the newly built Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has research centers for psychiatry, brain science, psychology, etc., as well as research and laboratories in chemistry, hypothermia, botany, human life, mechanical dynamics, etc.

Of course, their official name is not a science laboratory, but a "Arkham Psychiatric Hospital Patient Exchange Center".

And why the Arkham Asylum, which had just been renovated, moved in a hurry and expanded to this extent, has to start with the turning point of Schiller's career.

Previously, Schiller had put his teaching position at Gotham University on hold and returned to practice as an attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

And Bruce's opinion on this is - the opportunity is rare, and it's time for Schiller to roll up the academic with a villain who is not quite psychologically in Gotham.

So, he took matters into his own hands and built a base camp for all the madmen.

All kinds of high-tech laboratories are available, expensive and scarce experimental materials are inexhaustible, and even the corpse materials for human experiments are provided by the gangsters, and they are delivered on the same day to ensure freshness.

Gone are the days of making a fuss about experimental equipment and raw materials, and killing people for illegal human experiments, and Batman used his money ability to supply all the villains of Gotham, as long as it can produce results, everything is negotiable.

So, after the frenzied influx of the gang bosses into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, another spectacular scene emerged, where the overly spiritual evil villains in Gotham City were actively admitted to the hospital, but they couldn't grab the wards at all.

In the office of the attending physician at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller unbuttoned his blazer and hung up the suit jacket he had taken off, putting on a white coat and bringing a stethoscope and notebook.

The nurse outside the door took out a slip from the folder in her hand and handed it to Schiller who walked out of the door, and said, "Professor, you are in charge of the ward rounds on the first to second floors today, and you have three separate conversations. ”

Schiller glanced at the schedule in his hand, took a pen from his pocket and signed it back to the nurse, who turned to the other side at the next intersection while Schiller walked straight to the elevator.

The new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital still adopts the Wayne family's favorite retro style, with dark blue wallpaper and brown-red walls, tops decorated with naturalistic gypsum lines, wall lamps that imitate Victorian candlesticks, and fine diamond-shaped black and red floor tiles except for the carpet on the elevator floor.

The metal walls around the elevator were painted in luxurious gold, and when Schiller was observing the patterns on the wallpaper, the elevator shook slightly, and the first floor arrived, and Schiller walked out.

I happened to meet Mrs. Miller in the corridor, and when I saw Schiller's neat dress, Mrs. Miller nodded with satisfaction, and Schiller nodded lightly in return, and the two passed by.

In addition to the higher standards of construction and facilities, the new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has also become more specialized, and Wayne Group has hired more than 20 experienced psychiatrists, some of whom are Schiller's old classmates, former colleagues, and students, as well as a team of experienced nurses.

With a large number of personnel, there is a natural need for standardized management, including doctors' codes, medical attire, time arrangement, and work assignments, and from any point of view, the newly built Arkham Asylum is already a modern psychiatric hospital.

As a result, Schiller renewed his license as a psychiatrist and psychiatrist, and wore doctor's clothes during diagnoses and ward rounds, of course, not in individual conversations with patients to avoid unnecessary psychological cues and stress.

Schiller, who had returned from his rounds, put on his suit again, and while he was buttoning it, the nurse knocked on the office door and said, "Mr. Siannis has requested that today's conversation be completed in his personal care unit, and if you approve it, I will go and get the keys." ”

Schiller's button-up paused, the nurse opened the door, and Schiller looked at her and asked, "Roman Siennis?" His trial is over? ”

"Yes, six counts of murder, guilty but insane, and finally sentenced to twenty years in prison at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital."

"He's not in the intensive care unit?" Schiller asked.

The nurse shook her head and said, "Mrs. Miller says that he is just a grumpy man who does not need special care, and that his crime is not serious enough for him to have a place in the special care unit." ”

"This is my first conversation with him, right? What's his attitude? Schiller asked, arranging his tie.

"He said he was your student and was looking forward to meeting you, and he wanted to know what Bruce Wayne was doing, but neither of us spoke to him."

Schiller said as he walked out: "That's right, Siannis may have a very serious tendency to violence, don't go near him." ”

Hop on the elevator again, this time the nurse follows him and says, "Is there anything else you would like to advise?" ”

Schiller glanced back at her and said, "You mean, if he's my student, should you give him some preferential treatment?" Some time ago he accused me of mental abuse of my students and almost made me lose my job. ”

"Because we know, we want to ask if we want to give him a little extra 'perk'?" The nurse said this with a blank face and a calm tone, and Schiller looked her in the eye.

The nurse shook her head and said, "This is the subtle rule of the madhouse, if there is a patient who is difficult to handle, we will administer enough medicine and try not to let him cause trouble to the doctor and others." ”

"Mrs. Miller told you to come here, right?" Schiller turned his head back and said, "I'll give you a list later, don't give too many sedatives to the people on the list, and use diazepam drugs as little as possible to avoid affecting their brains." ”

The elevator door opened, and Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "After all, Master Wayne, who paid for the construction of the new hospital, is not doing charity, and they still have academic indicators to complete." ”

The nurse nodded, and led Schiller to the door of a ward on the second floor, the nursing ward, as the name suggests, is a ward that needs to be guarded, that is, half of the prison.

Many psychiatric hospitals house guilty but mentally disturbed offenders, who do not live in multi-bed, communicative, free-roaming wards like other patients, but in nursing wards with iron bars, guards, and regular interviews and examinations.

When Schiller entered, the room was divided into two halves, separated by waist-high walls and iron railings in the upper part, and at the end of the room was a small half-human-high door with a lock for patients to enter and exit.

There was a security guard standing in the room, and when he saw Schiller coming in, he nodded and said, "Doctor, the registration form is over there, the first and second pages need to be signed, the conversation must not exceed two hours, and when the time is up, I will knock on the door and signal you, and call me out if there is any accident." ”

Schiller nodded and sat down in a single seat outside the railing, and after the security guard went out, Schiller stood up, tapped his finger lightly on the railing, and shouted, "Roman? ”

Roman, who was lying on the single bed at the end of the room, rolled over, and when he saw that it was Schiller, he immediately sat up, rushed to the edge of the railing, and held the railing with both hands and shook and shouted.

"You're all right! Didn't Bruce Wayne help you get away with it?! You follow him because he's rich enough! It can help you solve all kinds of troubles! You are all like that!! ”

Schiller put one leg on the other, his leather shoes faintly reflecting the light of the ceiling chandelier, he looked at Roman calmly and said, "The nurse told me that you were looking forward to meeting me, and I thought you had something more valuable to tell me." ”

Roman seemed to be choked suddenly, the fire of anger was extinguished by a basin of cold water, Schiller got up and picked up the registration form and began to sign, while bowing his head and said.

"I don't care if you accuse me, for a psychopath, any outrageous behavior is warranted, but for me, your instigation of my students is still hard to forgive, and obviously you don't accept the fact that I haven't been tried for your accusations."

"In that case, we don't have to embarrass each other, I'll transfer the conversation with you to Dr. Brand, and after about forty minutes of basic questioning, you won't have to see me again."

"Wait." Roman shouted, "You can't, you can't...... The reason you're ignoring me so much is because I'm not as valuable as Bruce Wayne! But it's not fair at all, am I not your student? Wayne wasn't that great academically either! ”

"Yes." Schiller didn't deny it, he still sat still, put his hand on his lap and said: "But excellence is not the only criterion for judging a person, you are so focused on Bruce Wayne that you forget that the priority is to cure your own mental illness." ”

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm afraid your defense lawyer won't like what you say." Schiller straightened up, leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and said, "Mr. Siennis, I want you to understand one thing, I am not a savior, and I don't feel that I have a responsibility to heal you just because of your personal trauma caused by domestic violence." ”

"Aren't you a doctor?!"

"Yes, so I know I can't save everyone in this world." Schiller stood up as if he had completely lost his interest, straightened the edges of his suit, and looked at Roman and said.

"I'll take the other patients seriously, because they have talent and value, Mr. Siannis, if you don't give yourself enough value, then I'm afraid, you won't be here for long."

The tone of Schiller's last sentence sank to the bottom, trying to give Roman some hints, which was the limit of what he could do.

Roman Siennis, the Black Mask, had previously accused Schiller of mind control and abuse of his students along with Silent Thomas Elliott, and aside from that, neither of them was a very talented person, at least not for the current Gotham.

Bruce has taken over the secret communication channels of the serial killers, and various madmen and killers frequently exchange information in the newspaper about the abundant scientific resources provided by Arkham Psychiatric Hospital for natural lunatics.

Personal care wards mean more private space and places are precious, and if Roman doesn't hurry up and do something about it, someone will soon have the wasted room vacated.

Schiller had done his duty, he opened the door to the ward in advance, walked out amid Roman's shouting, nodded to the security guard, and then fell on the newspaper in the security guard's hand.

"Doctor, do you want to read the newspaper?" The security guard smiled and handed the newspaper to Schiller, who wanted to refuse, but the security guard waved his hand and said, "You are not allowed to read the newspaper during working hours, you must help me hide it from Mrs. Miller, I went in." ”

After saying that, he stuffed the newspaper to Schiller, who did not make any more excuses, but unfolded the newspaper and looked at a piece of news written in bold text on the front page.

"The bandage killer Thomas Elliott was arrested at 2 p.m. today and has been taken to the Florence Superprison to await the verdict of the law."

(End of chapter)