The old bank converted into Arkham Nursing Home is located in the southern financial district of Lower Manhattan, but not on Wall Street, but on the east corner of an intersection of 14th Street.

It was built by a British businessman who came here to invest in the 1930s, so it looks a bit like the Gringott Bank in Harry Potter, with white walls and intricate window decorations.

As Nick Fury said, the building is well maintained, both in the exterior and interior.

Most of its interiors are 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 a style of last century was also preserved. After entering the gate, it was facing the main counter, and there were two huge stairs on both sides, with crystal chandeliers hanging on the head, and the wooden floor under the feet was mature and honey-colored. You could see some traces of history, but it did not look old.

The overall building is asymmetric, with the main building on the east side, so most of the recuperation rooms are on the east side, while the west side is outpatient and functional buildings.

Because this old bank is not on Wall Street, the price was not high when I bought this land and the space was relatively spacious. It has 7 floors, about 60 available rooms on the east side, about 30 on the west side, and there are also an aerial garden on the third floor behind the second floor on the west side.

The people who built this bank were also willing to pay for it. The interior was very luxurious and the style was luxurious and comfortable. This was a building that was very consistent with the aesthetics of old money in that era. Therefore, without too much decoration, it directly satisfies the aesthetics and practicality of a nursing home.

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

"I'm going to have a meeting with the dean now, and I'll talk about these things after I finish the meeting."

Strange went upstairs and turned left to the dean's office on the east side of the 4th floor. When he entered, Schiller was driving champagne. Strange said angrily: "You are planning to open champagne now. Isn't it too early? There is a lot of mess waiting for people to clean up."

He threw a stack of information on the table in front of Schiller and said, "You are just pursuing so many appointments. The office system of this nursing home is not perfect. Fifty or sixty patients are pouring in at once, and the doctors and nurses are almost crazy."

"Don't be anxious." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to the chair, signaling Skranch to sit down. He poured himself a glass of wine, then poured Strange, and then said: "The agents of SHIELD are already training, and they will probably be able to deliver a batch this afternoon."

"Agent? What you told me in the morning is that the medical staff who were urgently assigned are agents?"

"Of course, not only do they not have to pay me, Nick also wants to give me money."

Strange opened his mouth, he was not stupid, and of course he knew what the agents were here for. He said: "You sell the patient's privacy information to the agent organization?"

"Stephen, look up and see where are there patients here? They are eating the most expensive skin care products in the world. Even if they have a little skin, they have the best personal doctor to see them."

Schiller put one hand in his pocket, picked up the wine glass with the other, took a sip of the wine and said, "They are not here to treat the disease."

"Of course I know that they came here for the purpose of making up the immortality factor theory, and they wanted to use it to make themselves immortal." Strange said with a "sweep".

Schiller shook his head, put down his wine glass, and said, "This is just one aspect, have you heard of Noah's Ark?"

"God wanted to destroy the world with the flood, so he built an ark, which had a limited number of people, and only a very small number of people could survive."

"When things evolve to this point, it doesn't matter what happens after boarding the ship. What's important is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy tickets to prove themselves to be God's darling in front of humans all over the world."

"If it were you, no matter how well the ship was driving, God wouldn't let you, a vampire, come in." Strange also picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

“How many more medical staff do you need?”

Strangge thought for a while and then said, "At least, there will be more than 50 people on the third and fourth floors. They all shouted that they needed a private nurse."

"I'm not asking the least, but the most."

"At most? How many people can be stuffed into such a sanatorium on the 7th floor? I'm afraid 1,000 medical staff will be full, right?"

"The money to arrange agents to enter the nursing home is not your share, that is my reward, but you can withdraw 5 points for the reimbursement share of the false number of people."

"It's absolutely not possible without 5,000 people." Strange said firmly: "The patient spends a lot of money, and a medical team with at least 200 people needs 24 hours of escort."

“Is there still room for upward?”

Strange put his elbow on the table and pressed his hand against his chin and said, "It depends on whether you can get the qualifications of the Medical or Drug Research Institute. There is no upper limit for the number of people in such institutions, even if I report 20,000 people."

"20,000 people? 2 researchers and 19,998 assistants?"

"Internship quota." Strange emphasized his tone and said, "How many people are there in Columbia University? Where is New York University? We will give them internship quota, let alone 20,000. If there are more universities in New York, 100,000 people are reasonable."

"Wait." Strange suddenly realized that he seemed to be taken to the ditch by Schiller. He said, "Even if you collect money from multiple sources, you don't have to do it so terrible, right?"

"You collected money from these customers and fooled them with health products that you don't know if they have any efficacy. You even collected money from the agents and asked them to send people in to collect information? You..."

Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller. He said he was a vampire. The vampire would burst into tears when he heard it. Any vampire with half of his viciousness would not be able to mix the raw materials for health care products.

Strange was thinking that the door of the dean's office was knocked, and a man in a windbreaker and hood came in. Schiller took out a glass from the wine cabinet and poured a glass of champagne. The man took off his hood and was a Blade Warrior.

"I didn't understand the big trick you told me on the phone." The Blade Warrior said in a little puzzled manner: "But are you sure I'm useful?"

"Of course, of course." Schiller brought him a chair and signaled him to sit down. After the blade sat down, Schiller said: "What else is there any more advantageous evidence than a vampire standing up and proving that the immortality factor in the vampire is useful and more beneficial?"

"But I'm not a vampire, I haven't even been bitten, it's just my mother..."

"That's it. When you tell a story later, you must emphasize that after your mother is bitten, you will become a vampire when you are born. What does this mean?"

Schiller looked at Strange, and Strange was a little confused. He said, "What has proved? It proved that the vampire is vicious and even bites pregnant women?"

"No! This proves that some substance in vampire's blood can be transmitted through mother and child, which will be popular in the high-end mother and child market."

"Next question, Eric, how old are you this year?"

"Well, I forgot, but I should be in my 30s, right?"

"No, no, you are almost 230 years old this year, which is similar to the year when the United States was founded. You are born with the Federation."

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

"That's not called old. You are young among vampires. There should be many old guys in your clan who are 3,000 years old and 4,000 years old, right?"

“As far as I know, except 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?" The Blade Warrior looked at Schiller, who said, "If he was willing to record a promotional video for us, then let him get the price."

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

"But aren't you here already?"

"My situation is special. I hate these rats. They are my enemies. I wish humans could kill them all."

"How do you know that you are the only one who has the special situation?"

Schiller said sincerely: "Eric, you have to know that your strength alone is not enough."

"I heard that you have a connection with the clan. You can ask the moderates, what are they going to deal with the radicals next? If I don't mind, I can talk to them about a business."

"Discuss business? What are you going to talk about?"

"I can give them 20% of the income from selling drugs by handing them over to me, which is already very high, and Nick can only take 30% of them."

The Blade Warrior opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and said, "This is ridiculous, but..." The Blade Warrior said in confusion: "It's indeed a bit strange. Humans are promoting the potion made of vampires on a large scale. I thought that the moderates would start protesting in turn."

"Maybe you haven't thought that those vampires with voice ability do not care about their own kind being made into medicine, as long as they are not themselves."

"On this basis, it would be better if the ones who were made into medicine were their enemies."

"If the whole process does not even require them to take action, and only needs to provide humans with a little insignificant intelligence and information, it can fully attack their political enemies, make their enemies run wild, and even be wiped out, so why not do it?"

"If in this process, they not only do not need to pay anything, but can also gain a lot of money and resources, why are they not moved?"

"After all..." Schiller concluded: "The moderate vampires are greedy for enjoyment, and want to enjoy themselves in human society. They need status and money. If they want these, we will provide them with these and exchange them for enemies of their tribe."

"When they are used to this luxurious life and all the radicals are eliminated, they will spontaneously select a portion of the people from the group to give them to us in exchange for the capital needed to continue to maintain this luxurious life."

"Under the pure blood theory's rule, their society will be gradually sacrificed to mankind from the bottom up."

"Maybe..." Schiller sighed and said, "In this world, at first and eventually, there will be only one vampire, that is, the immortal Dracula."

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 benefits this can bring me?"

"You have become the attending physician of this nursing home. Next, no matter how you divide it, you will not be missing. This is the benefit that the entire race can bring."

"What you have to do now is to think about how large a villa you are lying in and counting money, which will be more comfortable."

Strange swallowed, and he couldn't even imagine this kind of life, but he still said reservedly: "I don't love money so much. I am a person with pursuit."

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

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

“It’s very useful, and always useful.”
Chapter completed!