In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 141: It works (medium)

"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 windows decorate.

As 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 wooden chandelier under your feet. The floor is a mature honey color, and some traces of history can be seen, but it does not look old.

The building as a whole 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.

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, with about 60 available rooms on the east side and more than 30 on the west side. There is also a sky garden on the 3rd floor behind the 2nd floor on the west side.

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. of beauty and practicality.

Strange walked through the corridor on the third floor of the hospital. A nurse behind him said while flipping through the notebook in his hand: "Mr. Eisen on the second floor wants to drink special drinking water, and Mrs. Harris on the third floor wants We can prescribe eye drops containing immortality factor for him and her..."

"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. Isn't it too early to open champagne? There's a lot of mess waiting to be cleaned up."

He threw a stack of materials on the table in front of Schiller and said, "You are patronizing to accept so many appointment patients. The office system of this sanatorium is not perfect, and fifty or sixty patients flooded in all at once. , The doctors and nurses are going crazy.”

"Don't worry." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to the chair, motioning for Scrange to sit down, he first poured himself a glass of wine, and then poured for Strange Go up, 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 emergency medical staff are agents???"

"Of course, and not only do they not need me to pay, 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 use a flood to destroy the world, so he built an ark. The number of people the ark can accommodate is limited, and only a very small number of people can survive.”

"When things have evolved to this point, what will happen after boarding the ship is no longer important. The important thing is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy tickets to prove themselves in front of humans all over the world. God's favorite."

"If you were the captain of Noah's Ark, no matter how well the ship sails, God will not let you, a vampire, in." 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 all clamor for private nurses."

"I don't ask the least, but the most."

"Most? How many people can fit in such a nursing home on the 7th 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 share of false reports."

"Without 5,000 people, it's absolutely impossible." Strange said firmly: "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 propped his elbows on the table, put his hand on his chin and said, "That depends on whether you can obtain the qualification of a medical or drug research institute. There is no upper limit for the number of people in this kind of institution." , even if I report 20,000 people.”

"20,000 people? 2 researchers and 19998 assistants?"

"Internship quota." Strange said emphatically, "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 is very 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 customers and 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 and asked them to send people in to collect information?? You..."

Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller anymore. He said that he was a vampire, and the vampire would burst into tears when he heard it. However, if a vampire is half as vicious as him, it wouldn't be enough to be used 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 then poured a glass Champagne, this man took off his hood, it was a Blade Runner.

"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 better than vampires standing up and proving that the immortality factor in vampires is useful?" , what about more favorable 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 vampire blood 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?"

"No, 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 Commonwealth."

"But I'm not that old..."

"That's not old, you are young among the vampires, there should be no shortage of 3,000-4,000-year-old guys in your clan, right?"

"As far as I know, except for 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, and Schiller said, "If he is willing to record a promotional video for us, the price is up to him."

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

"But aren't you already here?"

"I am in a special situation. I hate these rats. They are my enemies. I wish humans could kill them all."

"Then how do you know that you are the only one in this 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. If you don't mind, I can negotiate a deal 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 selling medicines. This is already very high, and Nick can only take 30%."

The blade warrior opened his mouth, paused, and then said: "This is ridiculous, but..." The blade warrior said rather puzzled: "It is indeed a bit strange. , I thought that group of moderates would start protesting in turn."

"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 does not even require them to take action, and only needs to provide human beings with a little insignificant intelligence and information, they can comprehensively attack their political opponents, make their enemies exhausted, and even be completely wiped out, so what's the fun Why not?"

"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?"

"At the end of the day..." Schiller concluded: "Moderate vampires just want to enjoy ~IndoMTL.com~ and enjoy themselves in human society. They need status and money. They want these, and we provide them. They are exchanged for their enemies of the same race."

"When they get used to this extravagant life, and the radicals are all wiped out, they will spontaneously select some people from the group and give them to us in exchange for continuing to maintain this extravagant life. The capital needed for life.”

"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 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 good will this bring me? "

"You have already become the attending physician of this sanatorium, and no matter how you divide it up, you will not lose your share. 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."

Blade shook his head and said, "Money?...Money, what a terrible thing."

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

"It's useful, and always will be."