Schiller pushed open the door of his office again and found that Mrs. Miller was still standing inside. He slammed the door and turned around and left.

Mrs. Miller cleared her throat and a loud shout came from the door, saying, "Professor Schiller, if you don't explain to me immediately why you should give the newspaper boy twice the tip, I will call your housekeeper..."

Schiller pushed open the door, sighed, and looked at Mrs. Miller and said, "Mrs. Can't I be a pity for those homeless little guys?"

"But your generous behavior will only make them not deliver other people's newspapers well. Someone has complained to me. He just forgot to tip one day, and the ink of the newspaper was muddy."

Schiller pursed his lips, walked over the desk, reached out to turn on the lamp, and said, "But if I don't give it now, tomorrow, the ink in my newspaper will be blurred into a ball."

"I will teach them a lesson and give every newspaper subscriber equally every day and the best-printed newspaper. If they don't want to do so, then get out of here."

Suddenly, she looked down at the table again, and said, "It's time for Dr. Brand to prescribe again. I have to go and see if his words are spelled incorrectly... This is really the old profession of you two!"

After Mrs. Miller said, she turned around and left, and Schiller whispered to herself: "Mrs. Miller is the real Ms. Arkham, it's so terrible..."

Schiller had just sat on the sofa for a while, when the phone behind the glass screen wall rang again. He answered the phone, but a strange voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, Professor Schiller, I have some psychological problems and I want to ask you for advice."

Schiller hung up the phone with a "snake", looked up at the ceiling, and said, "Three, two, one..."

As soon as the pronunciation of "Yi" was grounded, the phone rang again. After he answered it again, the other party said: "Forgive me, Professor, I know that this is the inside phone of the hospital, but I just hope to get your help."

"Well, what's your problem?"

"Can you meet and chat with you?" The other party's voice was not anxious. Although it was a question, it always gave people a sense of confidence that they would definitely get a positive answer. Schiller paused, glanced at his watch, and said, "Are you sure? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening now. You know, late-night talks are not good for your body and mood, right?"

"Sorry, but I really have only free time for the next period of time." The other party's tone was slow, not as if he was anxious to seek help. Schiller sighed slightly and said, "The nurses are already off work and the hospital is about to close. Let's talk on the phone."

"Okay, I just want to ask...I like killing, is that normal?"

Schiller paused, he glanced at the phone and said, "This is not normal, you need treatment. Will you come here tomorrow? I think we can talk, and you can tell me no matter what you have any worries."

"I'm sorry, I'm not free tomorrow. I have something to do, and I have to do." The other party's tone suddenly became louder, and he said to Schiller at a rapid speed: "Is this not normal? But what can I do?"

"Don't be excited, think about the consequences before doing things." Schiller muttered to the other end of the phone: "People must be responsible for what they do, and impulse will only bring bad consequences."

Suddenly, a sigh of disappointment came from the opposite side, and the voice from the opposite side continued, "Is this what you want to say?"

"Yes, judging by your voice, you should be young, don't go astray, think about your friends and family, and don't let those who love you down." Schiller said slowly and powerfully, "No matter what kind of hatred, violence will definitely lead to the worst."

"Every psychologist says that."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "That means we all hope you can live a better life, believe me, we..."

A busy voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Schiller slowly put down the receiver. The moment he put the receiver back on the phone, his hand exerted a little force and made a crisp "click".

Then, he squatted down and opened the cabinet door, pulled down the telephone line that was connected to the wall. Sure enough, the phone did not ring again, and no one came to inform him that someone wanted to make an appointment for treatment.

Schiller sighed, sat back behind the desk, turned his head and found that the leaves on the ground had been cleaned up, his expression improved a little, but after a while, the door was knocked again, and this time it was Jason who came in.

He seemed to have run a long way, his cheeks were a little red, but he looked energetic. When he saw Schiller, he waved hello.

When he ran to his desk, Schiller reached out and touched his head, and said, "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"

Jason was about to speak, but hesitated. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "What do you want to say, just say it, what's wrong?"

"Well, I...I want to move to Wayne Manor for a while." Jason's expression on his face was a little entangled, as if he was afraid that Schiller would be angry. He immediately explained: "That's right. Recently, Dick has been in a bad state. They told me that he seemed a little irritable, and he seemed to have a lot of quarrels with Bruce."

"I went to visit him at his house, and Bruce told me that he had a lot of things to do, and there were often no one at home. Dick might be too lonely, so I wanted to accompany him. Of course, I heard that the housekeeper Alfred is a master of guns, and I wanted to learn some skills from him."

"What's wrong with Dick?" Schiller did not question Jason's decision, but asked, but unexpectedly, Jason sighed deeply and said, "I think he may be in the rebellious period."

"He has been pursuing his grandfather's case, but there has been no substantial progress. Originally, he had begun to assist Batman in investigating the case, but in recent times, Batman has been busy creating antidotes and has not gone out to investigate the case..."

"He doesn't understand chemistry or mechanical engineering, so he can't help at all. Even Aisha went to kindergarten. He may think that no one paid attention to him or his attention, so he went to the roof of Gotham for several nights in a row."

"Once, Selena happened to hit him, and Selena told Bruce about this. Bruce felt that it was unsafe for him to do so, so she wanted me to help stare at Dick."

Jason said helplessly: "Dick wants to help everyone. If he can't help, he will feel anxious. He especially wants to help Batman, and wants to find a kind of peace of mind that can enjoy the current life."

"It seems that he is the rebellious period." Schiller concluded: "Or it is not accurate to be the rebellious period. It should be said that in the emotionally sensitive period in the growing period, rebellion is just one of the manifestations."

"Have his biological parents visited him?" Schiller asked again. He did not forget that Dick's biological parents were still alive and lived a peaceful life in Brudehaven.

Jason shook his head and said, "His grandfather's case has not been clarified, and the shadows have been looming over their heads. He does not want his parents to show too much to attract the attention of possible enemies."

"When are you going to move here?" Schiller asked.

"Well, professor, I know, you actually don't like me getting too close to Batman, and I know that he has a lot of messes and there are too many people staring at him." Jason's face was filled with thoughtful thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Then he raised his eyes and asked as Schiller's eyes raised, "Will you be upset if I move over?"

Schiller shook his head and looked at him and said, "If you want to save Gotham, you can only follow his steps. I can teach you some theoretical knowledge, but I don't want to, and I can't save Gotham."

"What do you want to do?" Jason's eyes flashed with a strange light, and that pure curiosity could only be seen in the eyes of children.

"Me?" Schiller smiled and said, "I might want to save the world."

After Jason left, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, but then he supported one hand on the armrest, squinted one eye, and opened one eye, looking bored, as if he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, his eyes passed through the glass screen wall and landed on the telephone line that he cut. After thinking for a while, Schiller walked to the door and called the nurse, pointed at the phone and said, "Please call a repairman and help me connect the telephone line."

Suddenly, he paused for a moment, turned his eyes, and said to the nurse: "Forget it, no need... Help me hide the phone line in the cabinet, don't let Mrs. Miller discover it, I'll go to the ward upstairs."

After saying that, Schiller picked the corner of his mouth and walked sideways from the nurse. Looking at his figure leaving quickly, the nurse shook her head in confusion and went to clean up the phone line.

When Schiller pushed open Jonathan's ward door again, Jonathan was making the bed. He looked Schiller up and down again. Before he could speak, Schiller said first: "I will not substitute this semester, so there is a lot of free time. I just found something fun. Do you want to see it?"

"I'm not as idle as you." Jonathan's movements only paused for a moment, and then began to spread the quilt. Schiller walked to the chair next to the table in the middle of the room and sat down, turning his head to Jonathan and said, "Are you really not interested?"

Two minutes later, the two sat on chairs on both sides of the table, staring at the phone in the center of the table with bright eyes.

Schiller leaned forward and said, "He just found my office and connected the inside phone there. I cut the phone line and calculated the time. He should call again."

Jonathan pursed his lips and said, "Create a sense of surveillance everywhere? Is there anyone using such an old-fashioned routine? Could it be the gang of rustic buns in the metropolis?"

"Shh." Schiller made another "silence" gesture, and the two continued to stare at the phone. After about 30 seconds, the harsh phone ringing rang.

Schiller counted down about five numbers, then picked up the phone and said to the other side: "Hello, the patient's family, I am Schiller, the doctor who is checking rounds. Do you want the patient to answer the phone?"

After saying this, Schiller placed the telephone receiver horizontally in the middle of the table. He and Jonathan put their heads over and listened to a pretended deep voice coming from the phone.

"Hello, Professor Schiller, it's me. Just now, the phone call I called your office could not be reached, so I can only call here to find you. I'm sorry, I've disturbed your rounds."

Jonathan immediately made a gesture to Schillerbee, meaning that he would let me do it, Schiller gave him a "OK" gesture. Jonathan picked up the receiver, and said to the phone in an aria-like tone:

"Marilyn! Are you okay? I really miss you very much. I really didn't expect that my family would oppose our marriage so much! Every day I spent here, I was suffering from longing!"

"Oh my God! Mr. Klein! Don't be excited, I know, hearing the voice of your fiancée again makes you feel very sad, but please take a deep breath immediately!"

"What are you talking about?" The voice opposite revealed a hint of doubt.

"I'm sorry, Marilyn! Don't cry! I know, you miss me too! Although we are thousands of miles apart, the moonlight can make us express our hearts to each other. My dear lover, please don't forget me-"

"Sorry, the patient's family, the patient's emotions are so excited! I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you to express my longing for each other, but I have to hang up the phone."

"In the end, I'm going to say that your fiancé really loves you, goodbye, Miss Marilyn!"

With a "bang", the phone was hung up, and then a burst of unscrupulous laughter came from the ward, as happy as a pure child.

In a mysterious room, a figure listened to the busy voice coming from the other end of the phone, stood there dullly, and a big question mark appeared on his head.
Chapter completed!