Wayne Hospital, located in the South District of Gotham, is a top private hospital funded and established by the Wayne family. It is well-known on the East Coast. The only reason why many wealthy people from other places come to Gotham is to come here for medical treatment.
But Bruce Wayne himself rarely visits this hospital. Even when he was active as Batman, including when he rescued those children before, he went to Gotham Central Hospital instead of here.
Because the honorary president of this hospital is still called Thomas Wayne, this is a hospital invested and established by the Waynes during their lifetime.
But today, the place was extra busy. One stretcher after another was carried into the operating room. The smell of blood filled the corridor. What made people feel more confused and frightened was that wailing and screaming continued to come from the operating room.
The window in the corridor was blown open, and a gust of cold wind penetrated the door of the operating room. In the operating room, the surgical bed and lamps were overturned on the ground. Bruce pinched the neck of a patient covered in blood with one hand until
He gradually fell into coma due to suffocation.
Bruce retracted his hand, stood up, exhaled, looked at the nurses hiding in the corner, and said, "Is Dr. Brand here? Where are the other psychiatric doctors and nurses? Let them come over and prepare to calm down.
drug."
At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the head nurse of the psychiatric department rushed in directly. Regardless of the messy props on the floor, he waved his hand very skillfully and said: "Put on the restraints and prepare to be stabilized!"
Several male nurses walked up, held the patient down, put on a straitjacket, strapped on a stretcher, and then carried him out. Looking at their leaving figures, Bruce's eyes were blurred. He turned his head and said to the nurses:
"No one should tell anyone about today's situation. All other patients will be transferred to the critical ward first and no surgery will be performed for the time being..."
"But... but..." A nurse stood up and said, "Many people are seriously injured and are bleeding all the time. If the bleeding is not stopped immediately..."
Bruce sighed and said, "Is it possible to operate without coming into contact with them?"
Several nurses looked at each other and said: "I'm afraid it will be difficult. If they keep struggling like this, they won't be able to suture..."
"Then send him to a psychiatric department first, and then treat him with tranquilizers." Bruce said as he stepped over the clutter on the floor of the messy operating room and walked out.
What he didn't notice was that among the nurses huddled behind him, a young baby-faced female nurse covered her arm. Blood was flowing between her fingers. There was a scar on her arm, which looked like she had just been injured.
scratched.
In the corridor, he met another doctor who asked: "Did Dr. Brand come here? Did you call Professor Schiller?"
The doctor nodded to him and said: "Dr. Brand has arrived in the consultation room. Professor Schiller's housekeeper said that he cannot be contacted at the moment. If there is any news, I will call you as soon as possible.
"
Bruce nodded and walked quickly towards the consultation room. As soon as he entered, he saw Brand and several other psychiatrists, frowning at the cases. Bruce heard him say:
"This is very abnormal. This is not a normal state of excitement. The medicine we gave to the previous patient has reached the maximum dose, but the body's data is still abnormal..."
One of the doctors asked: "Is it possible that it is a stress response to pain? Their limbs and trunks have been injured to varying degrees. Some mental illnesses will have a more acute response to pain..."
"But many people have lost too much blood and can still jump more than one meter. Is this really normal?" A younger doctor questioned, saying: "This is beyond the scope of stress response. This is
This level of pain cannot make them completely lose their minds. Don’t they know that performing such crazy exercises may cost them their lives?”
"Could it be a special manifestation of neurological convulsions?" An older doctor touched his chin and said, "Have you checked the symptoms of epilepsy?"
"No, I think it's definitely not epilepsy. I received a similar case last month..."
Bruce stepped forward and asked: "Gentlemen, are there any results? The patient who was just sent to the operating room went crazy again..."
"Going crazy again? This is already the fourth one, right?! Even the hyperactive manifestations of schizophrenia you mentioned are not contagious, right? Or is there a kinship relationship between them that we don't know about?
"
"I just said it's unlikely to be schizophrenia or dissociative identity disorder?...No, it's impossible for so many people to be sick at the same time..."
Brand looked at the analysis report without saying a word, as if he had thought of something. Just as Bruce was about to step forward and ask, he heard another noisy sound coming from the corridor:
"God! Stop her! Nina! Nina! Where are you going?... Damn it, she scratched me! It hurts!"
"Nina, are you crazy? Come back quickly! There is a window there! If you fall, you will be smashed to pieces!!!"
Bruce immediately walked quickly towards the door. As soon as he opened the door, there was a "bang", and a medical trolley hit the opposite wall. Bruce's hand immediately pressed down on the bat on his waist.
Dart on.
He looked toward the end of the corridor and saw a figure in a nurse's uniform running upstairs. Bruce immediately chased after him, and behind him, Brand also chased after him.
"Stop her!" Brand shouted: "This matter is not that simple! It's not a simple mental illness! We can't let her hurt anyone anymore!"
Bruce ran upstairs quickly, asking as he ran: "What on earth is going on? Why did they all suddenly go crazy?!"
"There is something wrong with the wound!" Brand's speed was no slower than Bruce's. He said: "Anyone who is scratched will go crazy... stop her quickly!!!"
Bruce looked up while running. From this angle, he could just see the nurse's shoes flashing above his head.
Bruce frowned and sped up, because he found that the young female nurse was still wearing high heels, and at the same time, her skirt was not suitable for exercise at all, but this crazy nurse could run faster than him.
Hurry up, this is extremely abnormal.
Realizing that they might not be able to catch up, Bruce threw two batarangs. A scream came from upstairs, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. Bruce and Brand took three steps at a time and arrived at the end of the hospital.
Top floor.
The batarang hit the female nurse's calf, but the female nurse who fell to the ground got up instantly, as if she couldn't feel the pain at all. She banged open the rooftop door and rushed out.
.
Bruce and Brand followed closely. The female nurse turned around, her nurse's hat fell down, her long hair covered her ferocious face, and she kept making short huffing sounds in her throat. Bruce held the batarang in his hand and slightly
He turned around and asked, "Are you sure this is not a mental illness?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Brand threw aside the analysis report in his hand, and then said: "No matter what you can do now, beat her as hard as you can. Believe me, this is for her own good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce rolled to the side to avoid the crazy female nurse who rushed towards him. He saw that the female nurse's eyes under her long black hair turned into a crazy and chaotic gray.
The gray color made Bruce stunned for a moment, but the next second, the sharp claws scratched his ears. Just when they were about to touch his shoulders, there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the female nurse was knocked away.
go out.
Bruce stepped back and turned his head. He saw a charred mark appearing behind the female nurse lying on the ground. The scattered sparks, which had not yet been completely extinguished, fell from her back to the ground and disappeared into the puddles.
Bruce turned his head instantly and looked at Brand. Brand retracted his hand and said, "I said, this is a new type of firearm. Would you believe it?"
"Magician?!" Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Brand. Brand turned his head and said, "You should have known a long time ago that there will be no ordinary people who dare to come to Gotham to hide from their enemies."
Bruce knew that now was not the time to ask questions. He wanted to walk back into the building, but when he approached the edge of the building, he saw the scene in the window of another building.
Several nurses screamed and threw stools at a patient, and the patient kept throwing at them. After a few seconds, one of the nurses had a scar on his back.
She lay on the ground screaming, panting constantly, and her face turned pale. At this time, Bruce looked up at the sky, feeling the wet coolness on his arms. It was raining in Gotham again.
"I said, this is not a mental illness, and there is no mental illness in the world that can be infected in this way." Brand walked over, turned the female nurse he knocked down over, and pointed at her
on his arm, and said to Bruce: "Have you seen this wound? If you have a little medical knowledge, you should know that normal body surface wounds should not be in this state now..."
"What on earth is going on? What is this... a virus?" Bruce immediately thought of a possibility, but Brand shook his head and said: "I suspect that this may be a curse, a kind of...
People become crazy, bloodthirsty, and fearless of the curse of pain."
Just as he said this, there was a "bang", and the other half of the rooftop door was also knocked open, and two figures rushed towards Bruce and Brand.
Bruce dodged nimbly, Brand waved his hand, and a ray of light appeared a few meters away, and his figure flashed there.
Bruce carefully observed the two figures who rushed over again. They were a man and a woman. The man was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor in the hospital. His injured part was on his calf, but it did not affect his actions at all.
The male doctor doesn't have long hair, so Bruce can see his eyes more clearly, and his eyes are also gray.
Bruce paused for a moment, but the attack that followed left him no time to think about it. Three batarangs were thrown, and the male doctor was beaten back a few steps, but the extra wounds did not make him retreat, but made him even more
crazy.
Bruce was not wearing a bat suit. He felt that his current costume could not withstand their bites, so he turned to Brand and said: "I want to call for fire support, cover me!"
After saying that, he took two steps back, pressed his belt, reloaded the batarang, and planned to face the male doctor again.
But the rain in Gotham was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain and fog blurred his vision, making his opponents more crazy and agile. It was not that Bruce couldn't cope with such attacks, but he had to make sure that he couldn't be scratched, so it was a bit difficult to parry.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly, the male doctor in front of him paused for a moment, and then slowly fell down. The first thing that appeared in Bruce's field of vision was a dark umbrella handle, and behind the umbrella handle was Schiller's face.
Brand, who was dealing with another female nurse next to him, shouted loudly: "This is your fire support?!"
"I'm afraid this is your fire support." Bruce put away the batarang and looked at Schiller.
But Schiller turned his head and looked downstairs at the hospital. At this time, the dark clouds over Gotham became thicker again, and the last sunlight disappeared into the shadows.
Thick fog surged between the streets, and strange and swaying shadows looked like swaying figures, or like scary things stumbling from the depths of the fog and rain.
It’s time to guess who’s behind the scenes again
This chapter has been completed!