When he returned to the interrogation room, Schiller was the only one left, and he did not let Gordon and Batman follow him.
At this time, the water on Copot's body had been wiped off, and the soaked coat had been taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room. When she saw Schiller coming, she said: "You
Is he a doctor? Sir? This child seems to be very frightened. I tried to change his clothes just now, but he struggled too hard and almost bit me."
"Thank you, madam, you have done enough. He is a little excited now. I am about to send him to the hospital."
"Then go ahead. He's a little tired now and probably won't resist so much anymore."
Schiller walked into the iron gate. Cobot was still sitting in the corner, wearing a new coat and saying nothing. Schiller called Brand and said: "Send an ambulance to pick up a patient."
.”
"What kind of patient needs an ambulance to pick him up? Doesn't he have a luxury car of his own?"
"They are real patients, not those gang bosses who were released on medical parole and then released on prison parole."
"What's the disease? I'll ask the nursing room to prepare it."
"Acute stress disorder, and maybe something else. You should prepare the tranquilizers first. I'll explain it to you in detail later."
Soon, Cobot was strapped to a stretcher and carried into an ambulance. Schiller paid no attention to his struggle.
After arriving at the hospital, Brand came out. He was wearing a white coat and had obviously been busy until now. He said: "Oh my god, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I was graduating with a finance major."
That’s it…”
"Don't be too happy. If I told you that he is an important witness in a case related to the heirs of the Falcone family, would you still feel relaxed?"
Brand's face suddenly fell. He cursed secretly, and then said: "I knew nothing good would happen in this damn place."
"He is now in a state of severe exercise excitement and can hardly communicate. Let's prescribe him some tranquilizers first and see again tomorrow morning."
Schiller returned to his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and changed into a doctor's uniform. When he entered the ward where Copot was located, Copot's hands were tied to the railings of the nursing bed, and his limbs kept moving.
He was twitching, his face was red, his eyes were rounded, and he kept making huffing sounds from his mouth.
The nurse next to him came up and said: "Doctor, his excitement state is too high and the muscle restrictions have been lifted. If this continues, it will cause serious damage to his joints."
"First take the diazepam." Schiller's tone was very calm. He leaned over and rolled Copot'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, asking someone to hold Copot down first. Brand also walked in. He said: "I haven't seen a patient with such severe symptoms of stress disorder in a long time. He is
What's wrong?"
Brand took a closer look at Copot and saw injuries on his neck and shoulders. "Is this abuse?" he said.
"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 tranquillizer was injected, Cobot'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, and Cobot finally calmed down, and then gradually fell asleep. Brand folded his arms and sighed and said: "This is not a solution. His spirit seems to be more sensitive than ordinary people, and he has not yet
As adults, once the tranquillizing effect wears off, the hyperactive state still cannot be alleviated, and such large doses of medication cannot be used anymore.”
"What are you going to do?" Brand looked at Schiller and asked.
"This requires a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment." Schiller stared at Copot's face and said, "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders, otherwise the reaction would not be so serious, and genetic diseases are not impossible."
"Where are his relatives? Don't they have any medical history for reference?"
As soon as Brand finished asking, he denied it: "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 will be on duty tonight and formulate a treatment plan by the way."
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 the Penguin's life.
In the comics, there is no detailed description of Penguin's childhood. It is only mentioned that he carries an umbrella with him because after his father died of pneumonia caused by rain, his increasingly crazy mother forced him to carry one with him.
Umbrella.
In the TV series Gotham, Penguin also entered Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by Director Hugo. As for whether he was diagnosed with a real mental illness, there was no detailed explanation.
According to Schiller's current observations, at least the Penguin Cobot he met should be suffering from real mental illness.
Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is very quiet at night, because there are almost no real mental patients here, so there will be no noise caused by patients who suddenly become ill.
In the entire doctor's office, only Schiller's desk was lit, and in the quiet room, only the rustle of writing echoed.
At dawn, Victor, wearing a windbreaker, hurried up the steps to the entrance of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. The rain had just stopped, and the cold wind in the gloomy weather was blowing his hair.
Schiller came out in a white coat, and Victor said: "I just finished my class at the Living Hell, and I heard from that little fat guy 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?"
"Have I not told you before? I have been to Oswald's house and met his mother. His mother seems to be suffering from convulsions. You know, I am not a professional, but I can also see that his mother's
Not mentally normal."
"Consistent with my inference, Cobot should have a hereditary mental illness." Schiller and Victor walked up the stairs quickly. Schiller said as they walked: "Acute stress disorder induced his mental illness."
As for the symptoms of hyperactivity, I took an excessive amount of diazepam last night, but there is still no improvement this morning."
With that said, the two of them came to the ward where Cobot was. At this time, Cobot was lying on the bed. He kept talking, but the words coming out of his mouth had no logic and seemed to be just to vent.
Victor walked to his bedside, looked down at Cobot, and then said: "This is very similar to the symptoms of a student I taught before. He was extremely agitated, talking to himself, and had aggressive tendencies.
He even injured his classmates."
"What are you going to do?" Victor asked Schiller: "Actually, I'm quite optimistic about his talent. I know there are many mentally ill people in Gotham, and they can't be saved, but he's already here, so he has to think about it.
Method."
"I will admit him to the hospital, which of course proves that I intend to treat him. However, the cause of this kind of mixed symptoms may be very 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: "Earlier today, we conducted a physical examination on him. His condition was not good. In addition to mental problems, he
His body was also injured in many places, which should have been caused by beatings, and the new injuries were superimposed on the old ones. This situation should have been going on for some time."
"As we expected." Brand finally said: "This is acute stress disorder after experiencing severe abuse, and this stress state induced other mental illnesses in him, causing him to fall into an uncontrollable spiral.
In an extremely excited state."
"We will discuss the specific mental treatment plan later. Are his physical injuries serious?"
"His left ankle joint was severely traumatized and his right arm was also fractured. It may take a while just to treat these injuries."
"If his excitement attacks again later, we won't be able to treat his injuries at all, and I don't recommend giving him excessive amounts of Valium anymore. His age is too young and his brain may not be able to bear it."
Schiller touched his eyebrows and 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 difficult. His mother is not mentally healthy. The last time I went there, she almost kicked her out with a broom. I'm afraid I can only go to his house if I want to investigate."
"Let's do this..." Schiller finally arranged: "Brand, you should seize the time to treat his injuries first. Victor and I will go to his house to see what's going on."
After leaving, Schiller and Victor sat in the car. Victor said while driving, "Actually, you surprised me a little. I thought you were the kind of doctor who doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."
"You don't have to say it so tactfully. I know you think I'm the kind of person who will die without saving you if I don't have enough money."
Victor coughed twice in embarrassment. Schiller sat in the passenger seat, put the umbrella next to the seat, then tightened his windbreaker and said, "Actually, what you think is right. In most cases, I am."
so."
"However, in the whole class of that vocational school, only Coppert can write the words I know. If he goes crazy, I will probably be driven crazy by that dog-crawling font."
Victor held the steering wheel and smiled without turning his head. He said, "I think you are soft-spoken and pretend to be an unscrupulous quack, but in fact you are still compassionate."
"I repeat, I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."
The car zigzagged into a narrow alley next to the Living Hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the gravel on the roadside with the tip of his umbrella. He said: "It looks like the Living Hell is here."
The renovation area is still too small, and the place is still so dirty and messy.”
"Actually, it's pretty good." Victor looked up from the front, looked around, and said, "Before, cars couldn't get in here at all, but now it's much better."
The two entered a dark corridor again, and then walked up two floors. Victor knocked on the door and asked: "Mrs. Cobot, 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 possible. When Mrs. Copot is not sick, she just has some twitching of her limbs." Victor explained while continuing to knock on the door, but after a long time, no one answered. Victor frowned and said, "What's the matter?
thing?"
No one answered, and Victor could only say: "Maybe something happened. Let's go around to the roof of the opposite building and go in from the balcony. That's the only thing we can do."
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 balcony. After going around in a circle, they came to the balcony next door, and then climbed into the balcony of Cobot's house.
Then, they saw from the window that the house of Cobot's old house was in a mess, as if there had just been a struggle, and Mrs. Cobot had disappeared.
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