The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Doctor Rodriguez! Please do me a favor! That friend of yours has called for the 60th time this week, and the operator in the office is almost driven crazy by him...

Mrs. Miller! Please do me a favor too! This friend of mine has come here for the 10th time for treatment this week, and I'm about to be driven crazy by him... Schiller stood at the table, covered his forehead and said Mrs. Miller said.

Mrs. Miller sighed and said, Then you can't refuse him?

I wanted to say no, but he's mentally ill.

So what? Mrs. Miller stared at Schiller, who was taken aback by her attitude, and then said, ...Aren't we a mental hospital here?

Mrs. Miller also froze for a moment, lowered her head and said, Oh, yes, our place is a psychiatric hospital, so can't he be hospitalized?

God, he's so tired of commuting back and forth, if he's in the hospital...

Hasn't he been in the hospital before? I remember seeing him in the inpatient department.

It's different this time, before he was just a lunatic, and now he's a drunk lunatic.

Schiller also let out a long sigh, and gestured to Mrs. Miller to wait a moment, then went to the table, picked up the phone, and asked Brand: Didn't you say last week that a new attending doctor is coming? Where is he?

...what? He just submitted his resume...the resume didn't go through? Why didn't it go through?...Okay, I'll call him and ask.

Schiller hung up the phone, continued to dial in circles, and then picked up the receiver. He said to the receiver, Hello? Bruce, did someone apply for an attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital last week? The resume is for you. ?

Bruce on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said: The Wayne family does have equity in Arkham Mental Hospital. After I received the job application, I directly rejected it...

Why are you dismissing it?

Bruce was silent again. He couldn't understand Schiller's attitude. There is only one position of attending physician. If someone applies for a job, isn't he robbing you of your job?

...Well, Bruce, I know you are kind, but there is no need for this at all. I am a university professor, and I am the attending physician here just because Brand is too busy. A new doctor...

Really? Bruce was skeptical, after all Schiller looked like he was enjoying it before.

Schiller held the receiver and said confidently: If you think I have any love for this job, it must be your illusion. At least now I just want to get out of here...

Okay, then I...

Before Bruce could finish his sentence, Schiller hung up on the phone, because Schiller heard another series of manic laughter.

Seeing Jack clumsily turning in from the balcony, Schiller first pushed Mrs. Miller out, closed the door, and then closed the surrounding curtains. Finally, when he walked to the balcony, Jack saw him coming and waved at him. He waved his hand and said, Good morning, my friend!

At this time, he had just turned halfway over the balcony, and one leg stepped in, and the other leg was still on the balcony next to him. Schiller folded his arms and said, Do you know what I want to do?

What are you doing? Punch me? Hey! Wait you can't do that, haven't we been having a good time lately? My friend! What the hell were we talking about yesterday... oh baroque art style, you should Not busy, are you? My noodle thread is rising in my stomach, what did you eat for lunch today? The patterns in the naturalistic decor remind me of bats...bats! bats?...”

Schiller took a deep breath and said silently in his heart: I am a doctor, I am a doctor, doctors cannot beat patients...

The occurrence of this situation started from that night when Schiller and the clown got drunk and drunk.

Whether it is Schiller or the clown, alcohol has little effect on their brains. No matter how high the alcohol is, no matter how much they drink, there will be no more problems for the two of them, but it is just ordinary alcohol.

Schiller had discovered a problem before. The fear poison gas concentrate in his hand, the high-purity brain active agent extracted from the fear poison, the lizard serum treatment injection, and the pure version of the immortality factor were all in liquid form. The state of existence, which gave him a very bold idea, and turned it into reality with the help of Connors.

He asked Connors to mix the liquids together.

Schiller calls it crazy wine.

It has all the effects of these kinds of medicines, and it is all-inclusive, and it complements each other's strengths. It transforms the fear brought about by the concentrated fear poison gas into a kind of excitement and madness, and this excitement and madness have reached a level that can be used against The brain causes physical lesions, but at the same time, because of the existence of lizard serum, the brain can be continuously repaired.

For ordinary people, taking this medicine is the most terrible torture in the world, because although you have not suffered any harm, the brain that controls all sensations has simulated everything, but also, for some people, it is A very tasty strong wine.

Schiller always wanted to drink, but he was also afraid that he would be drunk after drinking, so he had to pull a drinking buddy, that is, Jack, and the two drank a whole bottle that night.

As it turns out, Schiller was a better drinker, or rather. It's Huiwu who has a better capacity for alcohol, after all, he's an old drunk.

Although Schiller is high when he drinks, he will be fine after a night of sleep. Jack is also high when he drinks, but he can't get better after a night of sleep. After all, there is no symbiont to share the madness and excitement for him, so, He's a little over excited now.

It stands to reason that an excited crazy clown should be looking for Batman, but it is very unfortunate that Batman wants to invest in making a movie for Catwoman, and the two of them have invested in research and travel, not in Gotham.

So Schiller reaped the consequences.

Jack is not interested in anyone other than Batman, but there are different types of disinterest. Obviously, he feels that Schiller has a common language with him, so he pulls him to talk at length every day, and makes appointments for more than 10 treatments a week. Not only do we see each other every day, but we also see each other in the afternoon after seeing each other in the morning, and see each other without looking up.

Schiller touched his conscience and said that Jack is a good drinking buddy, and he can even be said to be a good chat partner. Although he doesn't know where his extensive knowledge and profound knowledge come from, but if we only talk about these, Xi Le Le is also somewhat interested, after all, this is also fishing during working hours.

The only problem is that Jack can bring every topic to Batman.

He is like an idiot with an incomparably wide range of knowledge, an unrivaled depth of knowledge, and a great sex talker.

Schiller has absolutely no interest in Batman, so he's really getting annoyed by the Joker.

But Jack neither likes nor dislikes people other than Batman. Simply put, he just ignores them, so although he has been in and out of the mental hospital so many times, he hasn't damaged the environment here, so Schiller hasn't had one yet. Just cause him to be kicked out.

Since there is no way to expel him, then expel yourself.

Schiller took the resume from Brand and said, How about your future new colleagues? Will apply to the mental hospital in Gotham, the work resume should be amazing, right?

No matter how amazing it is, can it be as amazing as you? Brand asked back, and then he hesitated while touching his chin and said, His resume is not bad, but it's just...

What's wrong?

I've heard some bad rumors about him from former colleagues...

Bad rumors? What are they?

The reason why he came to Gotham is because he was in the school where he taught... Brand hesitated, not knowing what to say to Schiller, but he continued: He seems to be doing something illegal. human experiments.

Human experiments? Interesting...

Schiller looked down at the resume in his hand, and as expected, the name on it read - Hugo Strange.

Hugo Strange's resume is indeed very good, but it's not as amazing as Schiller's. His education and work experience can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, not even comparable to Strange from another world. Not the best in the world.

Of course, it may also be because the current timeline is too early, and Hugo has not had time to shine in his best field.

While Schiller was looking at Hugo's resume, Hugo was also looking at Schiller's resume.

On the train to Gotham, while reading the Gotham Daily, he watched a piece of news. It was an old case that happened in the metropolis. But there was only one figure that made him feel a little familiar, and that was Schiller Rodriguez.

It is impossible to say that Hugo has never heard of Schiller's name, because there are only a few top psychologists in the world, and as a professional, Hugo knows this person.

And he chose to come to Gotham this time, on the one hand because of his previous illegal experiment was discovered. He got into trouble with an enemy, so he came to Gotham to avoid disaster, and on the other hand, it was also because he wanted to meet Schiller.

since ancient times. It is not uncommon for peers to criticize each other and literati to belittle each other, especially Hugo, who claims to be a genius in psychology and psychiatry. He has his own unique theories in these two disciplines, just because there were not many opportunities before. He failed to perfect his theory, and just as he was about to do so, his experiments were discovered.

His previous city and the university he worked at couldn't have tolerated his behavior, but he knew there was one place where it might be possible, and that was Gotham.

There is an experimental environment suitable for him, and there are people he is interested in, so Hugo naturally submitted a job application.

Originally, he thought that there was little hope, because it was impossible to squeeze Schiller from this position based on his current resume, but unexpectedly, not long after he submitted his resume, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital gave him I made a phone call and very warmly invited him to come and take up the post.

Therefore, Hugo, who came to the office of the attending physician of Arkham Mental Hospital, received a warm welcome from Schiller.

Schiller shook Hugo's hand vigorously and said, Thank God, you are finally here.

Uh... Hugo choked for a moment. He didn't understand what Schiller meant. After all, he and Schiller didn't know each other well, and with their status, there was no need for Schiller to be so enthusiastic about him.

In the subsequent conversation, Schiller bluntly said: There are too many difficult patients here. In my many years of practice, I never thought that there would be patients that I could not cure, but this is the fact. ...

Mr. Strange, I know that you may be annoyed by your poor resume, but it doesn't matter, there are quite a few rare cases here, and some of them are completely beyond the reach of me.

Because Schiller acted too much like an unscrupulous quack doctor who couldn't figure out the hard stubble and was eager to throw the blame, Hugo's impression of him was somewhat reduced. He said flatly: Yes, Dr. Rodriguez, actually I have always been troubled by the lack of good experimental subjects, in fact, I am very interested in some rare cases, if this is the case, it would be great...

Schiller could hear the arrogance in Hugo's tone, and he could also see that Hugo seemed to regard him as a hype scholar who didn't deserve the name, but he still smiled and said to him while holding Hugo's hand: Then you must be the most suitable doctor for this position...then that's it, I'll leave first.

Seeing Schiller leaving quickly with his things in his arms, Hugo looked at his back with some doubts.

What is it that makes this world-renowned psychology master run faster than being chased by a dog?

Schiller: The clown is myself

Jake: The Joker was me (don't take me on Batman's honeymoon!)

Hugo: The clown is myself(?)

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