(For the "Midsummer Presumptuous" brothers)

Dr. Halle Queezel eventually decided to stay at Mason's shop for a while, and not just because the overly young owner was kind enough to give her free of charge.

What's more, she did drink a little too much at the colleague party, and it was already extraordinary to staggered all the way here.

As an intern working in Arkham Asylum, work stress is inevitable and is much more common than neurologists elsewhere.

It's a great way to relax with a drink after work.

But now, Hallie felt like she had found a more effective stress relief alternative than alcohol, like the golden potion Mason was putting in front of her, which was pleasant to smell just by smelling.

"Here, let's give it a try."

Mason took the Elixir off the counter, took a spoon and put it into Hallie's water, and made a "please" gesture to her.

Of course, as a good psychology expert, Ms. Hallie was vigilant enough even when she was drunk, she picked up the glass of water, sniffed it, and looked at Mason suspiciously.

She said:

"There's nothing illegal in this, right?"

"That's a good question, girls have to learn to protect themselves when they're outside."

Mason leaned against his counter, crossed his arms and said:

"But consider with Miss Hallie's wisdom that an upstanding Gotham City police chief would recommend his colleagues to a place where dirt is hidden?

You know Gordon, right?

You know what kind of person he is, and the store that can be recommended by him should be as strong as his character and integrity, and of course, I won't be angry if you don't drink it.

It's just a friendly alchemist who wants to show his peers in the field of science the magic of mysticism, so that we can move on to the next topic."

"You have a point."

Hallie shook her drunken head, raised her glass to Mason, and said:

"Cheers, then, to alchemy or something."

With that, she drank all the water from her cup.

This action has a bit of a drunken boldness.

Then, the drunken girl blinked, and she could feel a wave of excitement that she hadn't seen in a long time rising from the bottom of her heart.

It felt like the joy of being a gymnastics athlete and reaching the national finals, and the sense of mission and accomplishment that I had stepped into the society when I graduated from medical school.

It's like all the good things in the past life are awakened at this moment, shattering the gloom in my heart with a punch and bringing the simplest and purest happiness back to myself.

"I feel like I want to sing and dance right now..."

Dr. Zequill covered his heart, his cheeks flushed, and said to Mason:

"Is this normal? Or is it some kind of "magical side effect"?"

"It's normal."

Mason rubbed his chin and said:

"But to be able to achieve this level of happiness in such a short period of time, it seems that you are really depressed in normal times. I've heard that a lot of doctors at Arkham Asylum can't stand the working conditions and have left, is it really that bad?"

"Except it's really bad, it's okay."

Driven by that inner excitement, she began to complain to Mason:

"You know that the mildest of the patients in Arkham's custody have the worst of their delusions, and that schizophrenia and antisocial personality are the norm there, and there are a lot of weird and unique samples.

In the field of psychology and psychiatry, Arkham Asylum is a "holy place" for practitioners. As a doctor working in the Holy Land, what more can I complain about?"

"Sounds really interesting."

Mason looked at Halle Zequill, who seemed to be cheerful all of a sudden, and said:

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So, in the light of your professional knowledge, is the medicine I have just provided for you to lift the spirits and produce positive happiness useful for your patients?"

"Ugh."

The young man's question stopped Dr. Hallie at once.

She stopped and frowned, taking a closer look at her state.

As a psychiatrist by profession, she can easily tell the difference between the chaotic pleasure of chemical drugs and the positive uplifting sensation that fills her mind at this time.

But she couldn't jump to conclusions easily, so she said:

"I need to make sure this magic potion isn't addictive, and why are you asking that?"

"Because I'm doing my experiments too, Dr. Hallie."

Mason took out several potions of different colors and shapes from the counter and placed them in front of the doctor's eyes, and he introduced them from left to right:

"Eliminators, tranquilizers, palliatives, refreshments, distractions, and, most exaggeratedly, elixirs, are the same family of potions, all of which have in common the effect of a person's mood and mental state.

The Vitality Potion that you and Gordon obeyed before also fall into this category, but it is instantaneous, and the potions I took out are all medium- to long-term.

Take, for example, the euphoric you just drank.

I only gave you a third of the normal dose, but it still kept you feeling uplifted and happy for four hours."

The young man said in a very professional alchemist tone to Dr. Halle Quezel, who was stunned in front of him:

"I've tested the effects of these potions on both normal and normal people, but I still lack some strong arguments that my potions can work on individuals in any situation.

I mean people who are very emotionally and mentally disturbed, commonly known as "mentally ill".

What better place to do than Arkham regulars?"

"Huh"

Hallie's wine is fully awake.

She took a few steps back vigilantly, looked at young Mason with the eyes of the big bad guy, then grabbed something in her handbag, and said fiercely:

"You're going to experiment with my patients? Do you think I'll help you? Do you know that this is against the ethics of doctors?"

"I know, I just don't care."

Mason shrugged his shoulders on the counter and said:

"Because Arkham Asylum is a testing ground for new drugs in Wayne Industries' medical department, the whole of Gotham, no, the whole country has known about this for a long time.

Metropolis's daily planet newspaper will publish several real-time interviews when there is no news to write, and scold you.

I've also heard from Gordon that you're going to work with some government departments to select hopeless inmates in insane asylum for "inhumane" experiments.

If I'm not mistaken, that project is called "Suicide Squad."

Mason's words darkened Dr. Hallie's face, and it was clear that she knew something dark about Arkham Asylum.

But she still shook her head and refused:

"That's the behavior of my superiors, and I can't control it. But at least I can control my own hands, and I will not cooperate with you to use these medicines on my patients without a manufacturing date, or even a specific formula and precautions!

Although I admit that it does work."

"Well, you're a doctor with medical ethics, and I admire you very much."

Mason nodded as if giving up, but the next moment, he changed his words, took out his ID card at Dr. Leslie's office, waved it, and said:

"As you can see, I'm actually a nursing practitioner. In the clinic, my superiors often told me that a doctor's vocation is to save lives and help the sick, and that only those who can cure patients are the most basic professional ethics of a doctor.

If you have problems with even the most basic surgery, then you are a quack doctor no matter how good you are.

Then Dr. Hallie, I'm going to have to ask you a question.

You've been working in Arkham Asylum for so long

How many patients are better? Or let's stretch it out, how many patients have been discharged alive since the establishment of Arkham Asylum?

Although Arkham Asylum is not the "famous" St. Elizabeth Asylum in history, I think there is no difference between the two in terms of treatment efficiency.

They are all offices of the devil of hell on earth."

Hallie Quezel was stopped by the question.

Generally speaking, patients who can be admitted to Arkham have little hope of being discharged, and being admitted there means life imprisonment, even as the doctor thinks.

Heal yourself of those patients?

Are you kidding!

On her first day on the job, the dean told her that it was her job and that of all the doctors was to make sure that the patient's condition did not deteriorate.

There is no mention of treatment at all.

Arkham's patients were so easy to heal, and the hellish place would not have become a "holy place" in the dual realms of criminal psychology and psychiatry.

In her silence, Mason spoke again:

"I know that in the field of psychiatry, you 'scientific alchemists' also use synthetic chemicals to treat patients' insanity.

So as far as Fang *** is concerned, there is actually no difference between the two of us.

At the very least, I can guarantee that my potions are all natural extracts and absolutely free of any harmful substances.

Of course, if you have to get a recipe and FD license, I can't get one for you. But Dr. Hallie, do you want to be a quack doctor with medical ethics?

Or do you want to fulfill the vow you made to your patients when you became a doctor?

Modern medicine has proven that you can't cure Arkham's patients, so why not draw some inspiration from ancient wisdom?

Think of it as a chance for your patients and a chance for yourself."

The young man pursed his lips and whispered:

"How bad could it be? Their situation couldn't be worse, you know it. Or else."

Mason uncorked the palliative he had configured, and dropped a drop into his mouth in front of Dr. Hallie.

As the potion flowed down his throat, he quickly felt his mind quickly calm down, and his emotions quickly soothed to their most peaceful state.

He said:

"I drank a little bit of all the pills before I gave them to prove that they weren't harmful, and it only took one try, just like the process of Wayne Industries' pharmaceutical department trying them out of a new drug.

I'll apologize to you if it didn't work.

If it works, I can provide these drugs to you for a long time to help your patients while completing my trial.

Other than that, I don't take a penny."

"I..."

Hallie was said to be tempted.

She thought of one of her sick friends, who had watched the poor man struggle with an uncontrollable desire for destruction since she joined Arkham Asylum.

She really wanted to help the girl who was about her age.

"Okay, I can try, but only this once!"

Harley Quezel gritted her teeth, she glared at Mason fiercely, then at the various potions in front of her, and asked:

"How do you use these things?"

"It's a good match."

Mason immediately smiled very kindly and gently, patiently explained the usage, and then watched the doctor leave with the medicine.

He was confident in his potion,

Because the wizards of Hogwarts have a long history of using these drugs to treat mental illness, this is ancient wisdom that has stood the test of time.

"I don't know if Zhou Ke'er can go crazy after drinking a bottle of tranquilizer and palliative every day?"

Mason lay on the counter and was full of malice:

"If I can cure that bastard, maybe Batman will send it

I have a one-ton solid gold medallion? Of course, even if it can't be cured, there is no loss, and it is no one else who suffers anyway.

For what that bastard has done, using him as a test test is cheap."

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Dr. Hallie soon returned to Arkham Asylum.

Mason's kind gift of vitality potion worked very well, and she stayed up late to work in good spirits.

However, she is not a fool to be toyed with, and she takes them to her "good friends" in Arkham before actually giving them to her patients.

"Ivy."

Hallie walked into a single "V" ward and said to the slender figure sitting cross-legged against the green wall with her back to her:

"How are you doing today?"

"If you think it's normal for me to be desperate to burn down all of Gotham's chemical plants and nature-destroying bastards, then I'll admit that I had a great day."

A hoarse voice with a hint of mania rang out, answering Dr. Hallie's question.

The latter sighed, and instead of stepping forward as fearlessly as the other doctors, she took the potion out of her arms and placed it next to the patient, who had been labeled "extremely dangerous".

She whispered:

"Ivy, I need your ability to sense toxins to do me a favor and see if these drugs are harmful?"

"Is it a pathetic compound again?"

The woman with long fiery red hair, but with strange green skin and distinctive scales, said in disgust:

"I said, Hallie, these wretched industrial products are useless to everyone in this prison, everyone here deserves to die!

Including me."

"Just do me a favor, Ivy."

Dr. Hallie, who has always been very cold and independent in front of outsiders, begged like a coquettish in front of her best friends.

The dangerous patient sighed, as if unable to refuse such a request, picked up the bottle containing the palliative agent and twisted it open and sniffed it under his nostrils.

"Huh? The fragrance of the plant is extracted and boiled in a unique way, and the healing effect of the plant as a material is enhanced by a certain power that I don't understand.

Not even a hint of the disgusting chemical products of modern industry.

It comes from nature.

It's a gift from nature, there's no doubt about it!"

The green-skinned woman, who was full of disgust for everything, became unusually soft at this moment.

She held the potion in her hand and said:

"Hallie, it's not only harmless but full of wisdom, just smelling this natural and cruelty-free fragrance makes me feel intoxicated, tell me!

Where did you find these goodies?

I can feel it, it works for me.

Yes, the consciousness that remains in the plant is telling me that it can soothe my anger and mania."

In the next moment, Dr. Hallie didn't even have time to stop when he saw his best friend raise his head and drink most of the potion from the bottle. It was like drinking the most mellow wine, and even let out a hoarse and comfortable moan.

After just a dozen seconds, the patient, who suffers from severe mania and has a terrifying antisocial personality, is quiet.

She opened her eyes.

The green jewel-like pupils had never been so calm.

She looked at Hallie, who was full of surprise, with gratitude, and said:

"Thank you, Harley. It's been a long time since I've felt so calm, and I think I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

After a few minutes, Dr. Hallie gently closed the door to the room and looked into the room again.

Her best friend, the top villain of Gotham known as "Poison Ivy", is lying in bed sleeping quietly like a baby, and the corners of her bewitching mouth even curl into a smile.

Dr. Halle didn't know what Poison Ivy was dreaming about.

But she was sure it wasn't a disrespectful thing to destroy all the heavy industry in Gotham City and burn it in the sky

The dreams of nature's villains.

"Is it really that amazing?"

Dr. Hallie looked at the bottle in her hand in surprise, she pursed her lips and decided to try again, and she quickly made her way to another single V ward.

Through the iron door, she said to the emaciated figure inside, who was playing cards with his back to her, in a strange and joyful shrill laugh that she had not even noticed:

"Hi Mr. J, I've got you covered with something good for your physical and mental health."

"Ha, my Harley baby, you brought me Batman?"

The guy in the iron gate made a joke that made Dr. Hallie laugh.

But she shook her head as seriously as flirtatious, and as she opened the iron door, she said:

"Of course it's not the Batman who only makes people sick, but it's really good for your physical and mental health, promise me that you must take your medicine obediently tonight."