The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

It was built by a British businessman who came here to invest in the 1930s, so it looks a bit like the Gringotts Bank in Harry Potter, with white walls and complicated window decorations.

Like Nick Fury said, the building is well maintained, both exterior and interior.

Its interior is mostly made of wooden furniture. In the hall, due to the existence of multiple floor-to-ceiling windows, the lighting is very good.

The revolving door with the style of the last century has also been preserved. After entering the door, you are facing the main counter, and on both sides are two huge staircases, with crystal chandeliers hanging on the head, and mature wooden floors under your feet. The honey color can see some traces of history, but it doesn't look old.

The whole building is asymmetrical, the east side is the main building, so most of the convalescent rooms are on the east side, while the west side is the clinic and functional buildings.

Just because this old bank is not on Wall Street, the price of this land was not high when it was bought, and the space is relatively spacious. There are 7 floors up and down, about 60 available rooms on the east side, about 30 rooms on the west side, and more than 30 rooms on the west side. There is also a sky garden on the 3rd floor behind the 2nd floor.

The people who built this bank were also very willing to spend the money. The interior is very luxurious, and the style is extravagant and comfortable. This is a building that is very in line with the aesthetics of old money at that time. Therefore, it directly meets the aesthetics of a nursing home without too much decoration. and practicality.

Strange walked through the corridor on the third floor of the hospital. A nurse behind him flipped through the notebook in his hand and said: Mr. He and she prescribed eye drops containing immortality factor...

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. Strange said angrily: You are going to open champagne now, Isn't it too early? There's a lot of mess waiting to be cleaned up.

He threw a stack of materials onto the table in front of Schiller and said, You patronize so many patients who make appointments. The office system of this sanatorium is not perfect. Fifty or sixty patients flooded in at once. 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 first poured himself a glass of wine, then poured it for Strange, and then Said: The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are already training, and it is estimated that a batch will be delivered this afternoon.

Agent? You told me this morning that the medical staff dispatched urgently are agents???

Of course, and not only do they not need me to pay wages, but Nick also pays me.

Strange opened his mouth, he is not stupid, of course he knows what the agents are here for, he said: You sold the patient's private information to the secret service organization???

Stephen, look up, how can there be any patients here? They eat the most expensive skin care products in the world, even if their skin is scratched, there are the best private doctors to see them.

Schiller put one hand in his pocket, picked up the wine glass in the other, took a sip of the wine and said, They didn't come here to treat illnesses.

Of course I know. They came here because of the immortality factor theory you made up, and they want to use it to make themselves immortal. Strange said with a sneer.

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. The number of people the ark could hold was limited, and only a very small number of people could survive.

When things have evolved to this point, it doesn't matter what happens after boarding the ship. The important thing is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy 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, no matter how well the ship sails, God will not let you, a vampire, enter. Strange also picked up his glass and took a sip.

How many more medical staff do you need?

Strange thought for a while, and then said: At least 50 people are needed. There are almost no escorts on the third and fourth floors. They are all clamoring for private nurses.

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

Most? How many people can fit in such a nursing home on the seventh floor? I'm afraid it will be full with 1,000 medical staff?

You don't get the money for arranging agents to enter the sanatorium. That's my reward. But you can raise 5 points for the reimbursement of the number of false reports.

Without 5,000 people, it is absolutely impossible. Strange said categorically, Patients have spent a lot of money, and one person needs at least 200 medical teams to accompany him 24 hours a day.

Is there still room for improvement?

Strange put his elbows on the table, put his hands on his chin and said, That depends on whether you can obtain the qualifications of medical or drug research institutes. There is no upper limit for the number of people in such institutions, even if I Reporting 20,000 people will do.”

20,000 people? 2 researchers and 19998 assistants?

Internship quota. Strange said with an emphasis: How many people are there at Columbia University? What about New York University? We will grant them internship quotas, let alone 20,000 people. If there are a few more universities in New York, 100,000 people All reasonable.

Wait. Strange suddenly realized that he seemed to be led into a ditch by Schiller, and he said, Even if you collect money from many parties, you don't have to be so desperate, right?

You took money from these clients, fooled them with health care products that you don't know if they have any curative effect, and you even took money from the secret service organization, asking them to send people in to collect information?? You...

Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller anymore, saying that he was a vampire, and the vampire would burst into tears when he heard that, but if a vampire was half as vicious as him, it wouldn't be mixed up as a raw material for health care products.

Just as Strange was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the dean's office, and a man in a windbreaker and a hood walked in. Schiller took out another glass from the wine cabinet, and poured a glass of champagne. The man took off his hood, and he was clearly a blade warrior.

I didn't understand the whole thing you told me on the phone. The Blade Warrior said a little puzzled, But are you sure it will work for me?

Of course, of course. Schiller moved him a chair and motioned him to sit down. After the blade sat down, Schiller said, What else is more beneficial than vampires standing up and proving that the immortality factor in vampires is useful? What about the evidence?

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

That's it. When you tell the story later, you must emphasize that after your mother was bitten, you were born a vampire. What does this mean?

Schiller looked at Strange, and Strange was also a little confused. He said, What did you prove? Prove that vampires are vicious and even bite pregnant women?

No! This proves that a certain substance in the blood of vampires can be transmitted from mother to child. This will be welcomed by the high-end mother-to-baby market.

Next question, Eric, how old are you?

Well, I forgot, but you should be in your 30s, right?

No, no, you are almost 230 years old this year, which is about the same year as the founding of the United States. You were born with the Federation.

But I'm not that old...

That's not old. You are young among the vampires. There should be some old guys who are 3,000 or 4,000 years old in your clan, right?

As far as I know, apart from Dracula, there seems to be no...

By the way, Dracula, is he the oldest? Do you have his contact information?

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 pay the price.

Let the vampire promote the potion made from himself? What are you thinking? How could he agree?

But haven't you come already?

I am in a special situation. I hate this group of mice. They are my enemies. I wish humans could kill them all.

Then how do you know that you are the only one in a special situation?

Schiller said very sincerely: Eric, you have to know that your strength alone is not enough.

I heard that you have connections with the clan. You can ask the group of moderates how they plan to deal with the radicals next? If you don't mind, I can negotiate a business with them.

Business? What are you going to talk about?

Leave their political enemies to me to deal with, and I can give them 20% of the income from the sale of medicines. This is already very high, and Nick can only take 30%.

The Blade Warrior opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then said: This is ridiculous, but... The Blade Warrior said rather puzzled: It is indeed a bit strange. Humans publicize medicines that use vampires as raw materials on a large scale. I thought That group of moderates will start taking turns protesting.

Perhaps you haven't thought about it, those vampires who have the ability to speak don't care if their own kind is made into medicine, as long as they are not made into medicine.

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

And if the whole process doesn't even require them to take action, and only needs to provide human beings with a little intelligence and information, they can comprehensively attack their political opponents, make their enemies exhausted, and even be completely wiped out, then why not do it? Woolen cloth?

If in this process, not only do they not need to pay, what, but can also gain a lot of money and resources, then why are they not tempted?

In the final analysis... Schiller concluded: The moderate vampires just want to enjoy themselves, and they want to enjoy themselves in human society. They need status and money. They want these, and we provide them with them. Enemy to change.

When they get used to this extravagant life, and all the radicals are wiped out, they will spontaneously select some people from the group and give them to us in exchange for what they need to continue to maintain this extravagant life. Capital.

Under the rule of pure blood theory, their society will be gradually sacrificed to humans from the bottom up.

Perhaps... Schiller sighed and said, In this world, there will only be one vampire at the beginning and at the end, and that is the immortal Dracula.

Both Strange and Blade were silent. After a while, Strange said: I don't care about these big things. I'm just an ordinary doctor. I want to know, what benefits will this bring me?

You have already become the attending physician of this sanatorium, and no matter how you divide it up, your share will not be lost. This is the benefit that the entire race can bring.

What you have to do now is to think about the size of the villa 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 pursuit.

Dao Feng shook his head and said, Money?...Money, what a scary thing.

But it's useful. Schiller picked up the wine glass, and the golden liquid was reflected on the lenses of his eyes, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

It is useful, and always will be.