In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 148: Rainy Night Mystery Case (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

At this time, the water on Coppert's body has been wiped off, and the soaked coat has also been taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room, and when she saw Schiller coming, she said : "Are you a doctor, sir? This kid seems to be quite 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 hyper and I'm taking him to the hospital."

"Then you go, he is a little tired now, he should not resist so much anymore."

Schiller walked into the iron gate, Coppert was still sitting in the corner, wearing a new coat, without saying a word, Schiller called Brand, and he said, "Send an ambulance over, pick up A patient."

"What patient still needs an ambulance to pick him up? Doesn't he have a luxury car himself?"

"It's the real patients, not the group of gang bosses who are bailed out for medical treatment and then jailed."

"What disease? I'll ask the nursing room to prepare."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe there is something else, you prepare the tranquilizers first, and I will talk to you later."

Soon, Cobbot was strapped to a stretcher and carried into an ambulance, Schiller paying no attention to his struggle.

After arriving at the hospital, Brand greeted him. He was wearing a white coat and had obviously been busy until now. He said, "God, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I was Graduated from finance major..."

"Don't be too happy, if I tell you that he is an important witness in a case related to the heir of the Falcone family, will you still feel relaxed?"

Brand's face collapsed immediately, he cursed secretly, and then said: "I knew that nothing good would happen in this **** place."

"He is currently in a state of severe exercise excitement, and can hardly communicate. Prescribe some tranquilizers for him first, and see again tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to his office at the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and changed into a doctor's attire. When he entered the ward where Coppert was, his hands were tied to the railing of the nursing bed. Limbs twitched non-stop, his face was flushed, his eyes were rounded, and his mouth kept breathing.

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

"Valium first." Schiller's tone was very calm, he bent down and rolled Copperpot's eyelids, and found that his vision was completely out of focus, and his face was very congested.

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

Brand took a closer look at Copperpot and found injuries to his neck and shoulders. He said, "Is this abuse?"

"It should be, and I'm afraid it has been going on for a while, otherwise it would not be so serious." Schiller speculated: "He should have been abused and beaten for a long time, which led to acute stress disorder."

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

More drugs were injected, Cobbot finally calmed down, and then gradually fell asleep. Brand folded his arms and sighed, "This is not a solution. His spirit seems to be more sensitive than ordinary people. And I'm not yet an adult, if the stabilizing effect passes, the hyperactivity still cannot be alleviated, and I can't use such a large amount of medicine anymore."

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

"This requires a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment." Schiller stared at Cobblepot's face and said, "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders, otherwise he would not react so severely, and genetic diseases are not bad. Possibly.”

"What about his relatives, is there no medical history for reference?"

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 and rest first, I'm on duty tonight, and by the way, make a treatment plan."

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 in his mind what he had learned about Penguin's life.

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

In the TV series Gotham, the Penguin also entered the Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by Dean Hugo. As for whether he was diagnosed with a real mental illness, he did not elaborate.

According to Schiller's current observation, at least the penguin Cobbot he met should be suffering from a real mental illness.

The nights in the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital are very quiet, because there are almost no real mental patients here, so there will be no disturbances from patients who suddenly become ill.

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

Gu Yun

It was just dawn, and Victor, who was wearing a windbreaker, hurried up the steps of the gate of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. The rain had just stopped, and the cold wind of the gloomy weather was blowing his hair non-stop.

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, so I guessed that you should be treating him."

"Oh, how did you guess that?"

"Didn't I tell you this before? I've been to Oswald's house, I've seen his mother, and his mother seems to have tics, you know, I'm not a professional, but I can tell, His mother's spirit is not normal."

"It coincides with my inference. Copperpot should have a hereditary mental illness." Schiller and Victor walked up the stairs quickly, and Schiller said as he walked: "Acute stress disorder induced In addition to his hyperactivity symptoms, I have used an excessive amount of diazepam last night, but there is still no improvement this morning."

Speaking, the two of them came to the ward where Coppert was. At this time, Copotter was lying on the bed, and he was talking non-stop, but the words that came out of his mouth had no logic. To vent.

Victor walked to his bedside, looked down at Copperpot, and said, "This is very similar to the symptoms of a student I taught before, extremely agitated, talking to himself, and there will be Aggressive tendencies, and even hurt classmates."

"What are you going to do?" Victor asked Schiller: "Actually, I am quite optimistic about his talent. I know that Gotham has many mental illnesses and cannot be saved, but he has already come here. You have to find a way."

"I will admit him to the hospital, which of course proves that I intend to treat him. However, the etiology of this mixed symptom may be complicated, and I still need to conduct some investigations."

Just as he was talking, Brand came in with a stack of reports, and handed it to Schiller. He said, "We had a physical examination on him earlier today, and his condition is not very good, except for mental problems. In addition, his body was also injured in many places, which should be caused by beatings, and new injuries overlapped with old injuries, this situation should have been going on for some time."

"As we expected." Brand finally said: "This is an acute stress disorder after experiencing severe abuse, and this stress state induced his other mental illnesses, leading him to fall into In a state of uncontrollable extreme excitement."

"We will talk about the specific mental treatment plan later. Is his physical injury serious?"

"His left ankle was severely injured, and his right arm was also broken. It may take a while to heal these injuries."

"If his agitated state attacks again later, we can't treat him at all, and I don't recommend giving him an overdose of diazepam. His age is too young, and his brain may not be able to bear it."

Schiller touched the center of his eyebrows, and he said: "This is really troublesome, can you contact his mother? I want to investigate the medical history."

Victor shook his head and said, "It's hard, his mother is also mentally ill. Last time I went there, she almost kicked her out with a broom. If you want to investigate, I'm afraid you can only go to his house."

"Let's do this..." Schiller finally arranged: "Brand, take the time to heal the trauma on his body first, and 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 while driving, "Actually, you surprised me a bit. I thought you were the kind of...doctor who doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."

"You don't need to be so euphemistic, I know, you think I'm the kind of person who will die if the money is not in place."

Victor coughed twice in embarrassment, Schiller sat in the co-pilot, put the umbrella next to the seat, then tightened the windbreaker jacket, and said: "Actually, what you think is right, in most cases, I am always like this."

"However, in the entire class of that vocational school, only Coppert can write the characters I know. If he goes crazy ~IndoMTL.com~ I guess I will also be driven crazy by that doggy font. "

Victor held the steering wheel, he smiled, without turning his head, he said: "I think you are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, pretending to be an unscrupulous quack, but in fact you are still sympathetic. "

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

The car turned around and drove into a narrow alley next to Living Hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the gravel on the roadside with the tip of his umbrella. The renovation area of ​​the Living Hell is still too small, and the place is still so messy."

"It's actually pretty good." Victor looked up at the front and looked around, and said, "Before, cars couldn't drive in here at all, but now it's much better."

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

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

"It should be ok. When Mrs. Coppert is not sick, her limbs are just twitching." Victor continued to knock on the door while explaining, but after a long time, no one answered. Victor frowned and said: "What's going on?"

No one answered, Victor could only say: "Maybe something went wrong, we went around to the roof of the opposite building, and then went in from the balcony, that's the only way to go."

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

Then, they saw from the window that the house in Copperpot's old house was in a mess. It seemed that a fight had just happened, and Mrs. Copott had disappeared.