American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

When he returned to the interrogation room, Schiller was alone, and he did not let Gordon and Batman follow him.

By this time, the water had been wiped off Cobblet's body, and the soaked coat had been taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room when she saw Schiller coming, and she said, "You Is it the doctor? Sir? This kid seems to be frightened. I wanted to change his clothes just now, but he struggled so hard that he almost bit me."

"Thank you, ma'am, you've done enough, he's a little excited now, and I'm taking him to the hospital."

"Then go ahead, now he's a little tired, and he shouldn't resist so much."

Schiller walked into the iron gate, and Cobert was still sitting in the corner, in a new coat, and said nothing. Schiller called Brand and he said, "Send an ambulance here to pick up a patient. ."

"What patient still needs an ambulance? Doesn't he own a fancy car?"

"It's a real patient, not a group of gang bosses who went to prison after being released on medical parole."

"What's the problem? I'll ask the nursing room to prepare it."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe something else, you get the tranquilizer ready first, and I'll tell you more about it later."

Soon, Cobot was strapped to a stretcher and carried into an ambulance, with Schiller paying no heed to his struggles.

After arriving at the hospital, Brand greeted him, wearing a white coat, obviously busy until now, and said, "God, we finally have a real patient, I almost thought I was a finance graduate. it's..."

"Don't be too happy, if I told you that he was an important witness in the case involving the Falcone family heir, would you still feel relieved?"

Brand's face collapsed at once, he cursed secretly, and then said, "I knew that there would be nothing good in this ghost place."

"He's in a state of severe motor arousal and he can barely communicate. Give him some tranquilizers first, and we'll see tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to his office at the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and changed into a doctor's garb. When he entered the ward where Cobblet was, Cobblet's hands were tied to the railing of the nursing bed, and his limbs kept moving. twitching, his face turned red, his eyes were round, and his mouth kept sighing.

The nurse next to him stepped up and said, "Doctor, his hyperactive state is too high, and the muscle restriction has been lifted. If this continues, it will cause serious damage to his joints."

"Go to peace first." Schiller's tone was calm. He leaned down and rolled Cobot's eyelids, and found that his vision was completely out of focus, and his face was very bloodshot.

Schiller turned around and called two nurses and asked Cobot to hold him down first. Brand also walked in. He said, "I haven't seen a patient with such a severe stress disorder in a long time. What's wrong?"

Brand took a closer look at Cobblet and noticed wounds on his neck and shoulders, and said, "Is this abuse?"

"It should be, and I'm afraid it has been for a while, otherwise it wouldn't be this serious." Schiller speculated: "He should have been abused and beaten for a long time, which caused acute stress disorder."

After the tranquilizer was injected, Cobot's hyperactive response gradually weakened, but he still kept twitching and couldn't concentrate. Schiller observed his physiological response and said, "Increase the dose."

More drugs were injected, Cobot finally calmed down, and then gradually fell asleep, Brand folded his arms and sighed: "This is not the way, his spirit seems to be more sensitive than ordinary people, and he is not yet. In adulthood, if the stabilizing effect is over, the hyperactive state still cannot be eased, and such a large dose cannot be used anymore.”

"What are you going to do?" Brand asked, looking at Schiller.

"This requires a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment." Schiller stared at Cobot's face and said, "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders, otherwise he would not have such a serious reaction, and genetic diseases are not impossible."

"What about his relatives, don't you have any medical history to refer to?"

As soon as Brand finished asking, he denied it himself: "Oh, this is Gotham, trying to identify a real mental patient here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Schiller said to Brand: "You go back to rest first. I will be on duty tonight and make a treatment plan by the way."

After Brand left, Schiller returned to his office. After he sat down, he took out a notebook from the desk drawer and began to recall the life of the Penguin in his mind.

In the comics, there is no detailed description of Penguin's childhood, but it is mentioned that he will carry an umbrella with him because after his father died of pneumonia caused by the rain, his increasingly crazy mother forced him to carry an umbrella with him. Umbrella.

In the TV series Gotham, Penguin also went to Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by Dean Hugo. As for whether he was diagnosed with a real mental illness, it was not explained in detail.

According to Schiller's current observations, at least the penguin Cobot he met should have a real mental illness.

The night at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is very quiet, because there are hardly any real mental patients here, so there will be no movement from patients with sudden illness.

In the entire doctor's office, only Schiller's desk was lit, and in the quiet room, only the rustling of writing reverberated.

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At dawn, Victor, who was wearing a trench coat, hurried up the steps of the gate of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. As soon as the rain stopped, the cold wind of the gloomy weather kept blowing his hair.

Schiller came out in a white coat, and Victor said, "I just finished my class at Living Hell, and I heard from that little fat man that Oswald was hospitalized."

"Then I learned that you also asked for leave, and I guessed that you should be treating him."

"Oh, how did you guess that?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I've been to Oswald's house and I've seen his mother, who seems to have tics, you know, I'm not a professional, but I can see that his mother's Not mentally normal."

"According to my inference, Cobblet must have a hereditary mental illness." Schiller and Victor trotted up the stairs together, Schiller said as they walked: "Acute stress disorder induced his Hyperactive symptoms, I've taken too much Valium last night, but this morning it still hasn't gotten any better."

Speaking, the two of them came to the ward where Cobot was. At this time, Cobot was lying on the bed, and he kept talking, but the words spit out from his mouth had no logic and seemed to be just to vent.

Victor walked over to his bed, glanced down at Cobot, and said, "This is very similar to a student I taught before, with extreme agitation, self-talk, and aggressive tendencies. He even injured his classmates."

"What are you going to do?" Victor asked Schiller: "Actually, I'm quite optimistic about his talent. I know Gotham has a lot of mental illnesses and can't be saved, but he's already here, so I have to think about it. Method."

"I'm going to put him in the hospital, which of course proves that I intend to treat him, but with this kind of mixed symptoms, the etiology may be complicated, and I need to do some investigation."

As he was talking, Brand walked in with a stack of reports, and then handed it to Schiller, he said, "We had a medical examination on him earlier today, and his condition was not very good. There are also multiple injuries on his body, which should have been caused by beatings, and the new injuries and the old ones are stacked together, which should have been going on for some time."

"It's not what we expected," Brand concluded. "This is acute stress disorder after severe abuse, and this state of stress, which induced other mental illnesses in him, caused him to fall into an uncontrollable state. In a state of extreme excitement."

"As for the specific treatment plan for the mental aspect, we will talk about it later. Is his physical injury serious?"

"He suffered severe trauma to his left ankle and a fractured right arm. It may take a while to heal these injuries."

"If his hyperactive state flares up later, we won't be able to treat him at all, and I don't recommend giving him an excessive amount of Valium. His age is too young, and his brain may not be able to take it."

Schiller touched his eyebrows and said, "This is really troublesome. Can I contact his mother? I want to investigate the medical history."

Victor shook his head and said, "It's very difficult. His mother is not in a normal state of mind. When I went there last time, she almost kicked out with a broom. If you want to investigate, I'm afraid you can only go to his house."

"That's it..." Schiller finally arranged: "Brand, hurry up and treat the trauma on his body first. Victor and I will go to his house to see what's going on."

After leaving, Schiller and Victor sat in the car, and Victor said as he drove, "Actually, you surprised me a little bit, I thought you were the kind of... nosy doctor."

"You don't have to be so euphemistic, I know, you think I'm the kind of person who will die if I don't have enough money."

Victor coughed twice in embarrassment, Schiller sat in the co-pilot, put the umbrella next to the seat, then tightened the trench coat, and said, "Actually, what you think is right, in most cases, I am so."

"However, in the entire class of that vocational school, only Cobot can write the words I know. If he goes crazy, I guess I'll be driven crazy by that dog-crawling font."

Victor held the steering wheel. He smiled and did not turn his head. He said, "I think you are hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, pretending to be an unscrupulous quack, but you are actually sympathetic."

"I repeat, I may be unscrupulous, but I'm definitely not a quack."

The car drove into a narrow alley next to the living hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the gravel on the side of the road with the tip of his umbrella. He said, "It seems that the living hell's The renovation area is still too small, and this place is still so messy~www.NovelMTL.com~ It’s actually pretty good.” Victor looked up and looked around, and said, “Before, cars couldn’t come in here, now It's much better."

The two entered a dark corridor again, and then went up two floors. Victor knocked on the door and asked, "Mrs. Cobot, are you there?"

"Are you sure he will answer you? As far as I know, some patients with mental disorders are incapable of taking care of themselves."

"It should be possible. When Mrs. Cobot wasn't sick, her limbs twitched." Victor continued to knock on the door while explaining, but after a long time, no one answered, Victor frowned and said, "Why? thing?"

No one answered, and Victor could only say: "There may be an accident. We went around to the roof on the opposite side and went in from the balcony. That's all we can do."

The two bypassed the passage, went out through the door at the end of the corridor on the same floor, and came to the terrace. After a circle, they came to the balcony next door, and then turned into the balcony of Cobot's house.

Then, they saw from the window that the house of Cobot's old house was in a mess, as if it had just been fought, and Mrs. Cobot had disappeared.