Chapter 1129 Schiller is not going to work today (Part 2)
Schiller turned his hand on the armrest of the sofa. He opened his mouth hesitantly, looked at Victor, and asked very tactfully: "Is your graduate student's first lesson about writing a thesis?"
"Oh, of course not." Victor replied in a brisk tone: "When I met them for the first time, I just wanted them to get familiar with the campus environment, show them around the laboratory, and tell them some precautions. You
You know, this is what you should do in the first lesson."
"However, my students said that they have memorized these things so well that they can just carry out the projects directly." Victor shook his head helplessly and said, "Working with a group of geniuses is just like that, being a teacher of a group of geniuses.
, the pressure is even greater.”
"Before starting the formal project, I assigned them a simulation project to see their level, so we had our first group meeting."
"Captain Leng performed very well. It was not beyond my expectations. I had expected his level. Pamela's performance surprised me a little. After all, she came here as a professional, but the results are actually pretty good."
."
"The thing that shocked me the most was Bruce. He also had multiple majors, but he did it better than anyone else. Not only did he complete the subject very well, he was also innovative. His paper was also very well written. Although
It's just a simulation project and virtual experiment, but the data and inferences are very rigorous."
Schiller frowned and looked at Victor and said, "Are you sure you're talking about Bruce Wayne?"
Victor looked at Schiller with confusion and said: "To be honest, every time you worry about Bruce's paper in the office, it lowers my expectations for him. But I didn't expect that he would
You can actually give me such a surprise!"
Victor concluded: "It's possible that your requirements are too high."
Schiller looked at Victor with disbelief and said: "As long as you have read his masterpieces on psychology, you will know how ridiculous what you just said is..."
"That may be because he chose the wrong major." Victor shrugged and said, "When I was in college, I almost wanted to take the medical school exam, but when I was doing the endorsement, I felt very painful, so I still decided to do it.
I chose the path of cryogenics.”
"Maybe Bruce is like that too." Victor nodded and said, "I can understand him. If a person doesn't like a subject, writing a paper is indeed very painful."
Schiller tilted his head, pursed his lips again, and asked: "Where's the format? Where's the punctuation?"
"No problem at all." Victor replied: "Even if I use the most critical eye to judge his format, I can't find anything wrong. He is the most rigorously worded among all the first-year graduate students I have taught.
."
"I think you need to undergo a psychological examination." Schiller looked at Victor and said seriously: "I suspect that you have some kind of hallucination."
"Don't be like this, Schiller." Victor looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "As teachers, we have to recognize students' progress, feel happy about it, and give encouragement."
"The most worthy question is whether he is making progress or whether he is just relying on others." Schiller curled his lips and said.
"No, the most worthy question is whether students' behavior patterns will change because of the teacher's attitude?" Victor broke off some finger biscuits and said:
"If a student knows that he will never get positive feedback from a certain teacher, perhaps he will lack some motivation to work hard."
Schiller sighed and said, "So, it's still my problem?"
"No, I think being strict is a good thing, but I know that I am not a serious enough person." Victor poured himself a glass of wine, soaked the finger biscuits in it, took a bite, and said: "Everyone
Teachers have their own unique teaching methods, and every student has their own preferred learning style.”
"Asking teachers to adapt to students would be a lack of discipline, but asking students to adapt to teachers would fail to teach students in accordance with their aptitude." Victor took a sip of wine and said, "This is why teaching and educating people is the most important thing in this world."
The most difficult thing.”
After Victor left, Schiller sat there and frowned deeply.
After a while, he patted the armrests of the chair with both hands, and then said: "Well, this at least means that the treatment is effective, and I can get rid of this trouble for the time being."
Schiller stood up from his chair, and just as he was about to walk back to his desk, Mrs. Miller rushed in again, holding a small piece of paper in her hand, looking at Schiller and saying: "Professor! Your prescription separator has changed again."
Wrong writing! Do you want me to post it on the wall in the lobby downstairs for you?"
"No need!" Schiller stood there and rubbed his eyebrows. Mrs. Miller showed a fake smile and said, "But I have to praise you. This time, the names of the drugs were all written correctly. I'd better post them for you.
But it’s rare progress.”
"Don't say that, Mrs. Miller, I just recently returned to work as a doctor, so there has to be an adaptation process." Schiller lightly shrugged and said, "I haven't had any classes recently, so I can adapt well.
"
Mrs. Miller snorted and went out. Schiller walked back to the chair behind the desk and sat down. He unbuttoned his suit and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up and walked to
Next to the phone, start dialing.
"Hey, check for me, has a patient named Jonathan Klein been admitted to the hospital recently?"
"Yes, right? Okay, which room is he in?... Okay, I understand. Tell Brand that you don't have to go for ward rounds. I will go there for him."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller walked to the front of the glass screen wall and arranged his clothes. When he rushed to the room where the scarecrow Jonathan was, Jonathan was holding his coat with a look of disgust on his face and dusting it off.
dust.
"Sorry, the hospital is still under renovation, so the dust is relatively large." Schiller opened the door and said, "You can ask the nurse to sprinkle some water."
Jonathan stood there, looked Schiller up and down, and then said: "I guess... you just defeated Batman again, and you want to come to my place to make a sense of presence, right? Don't you have anything else to do?"
"I'm a doctor, and I'm here for a ward check. Judging from your wording, your condition has not improved at all. Do you need to increase the dosage of medicine?" Schiller raised his eyebrows coldly.
But Jonathan ignored him completely and said: "Stop playing the doctor-patient trick. You and I both know that we are the same kind of people. Do you think taking medicine can cure your disease? If not,
It can’t cure me either.”
Jonathan shook his coat vigorously again and said: "We are all cold-blooded natural born killers. Oh, I was wrong. You are the most cold-blooded among us... You should be lucky that Batman doesn't read newspapers."
Schiller didn't care about his indifferent attitude, smiled, walked to the chair in front of the window and sat down, put his leg on the other leg, put his hand on his knee, and said: "How do you know, he doesn't
read newspaper?"
"He does read the newspaper, but he can't understand the newspaper." Jonathan folded his coat carefully on the hospital bed and said in a cold tone.
"Back then, we were both teaching at Gotham University, and we both met Batman. I chose to leave, and you chose to stay, not because you were more advanced than me, but because you were crazier than me."
"You are as crazy as Batman." Jonathan put the folded clothes into the cabinet, sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Schiller, and began to organize the shoe cabinet again. He continued: "Now it seems,
You defeated Batman again, congratulations, you have successfully become the craziest lunatic in Gotham, and possibly the craziest in the world."
The content of what Jonathan said sounded like good words, but the tone revealed a strong sense of ridicule. However, Schiller put one hand on the table, leaned forward, approached Jonathan and said: "You are also watching.
Are you angry because you don’t understand the newspaper?”
Jonathan stood up, turned to Schiller and spread his hands, the muscles on his face kept twitching, and he said: "You crazy people! You abandoned me! You actually asked me if I felt angry?!"
Schiller smiled at him, and then said: "We have not abandoned you, and a doctor will never abandon his patient. However, if the academic results have not been published, you can't expect the academic community to know your results through telepathy."
News?"
"But it's not fair at all!" Jonathan said loudly: "Why is there only a Batman in Gotham? This makes it more difficult for all serial killers here to achieve results than others!"
"But Batman didn't stop you from leaving." Schiller still looked at Jonathan with a smile and said: "I will issue you a discharge certificate now. You can go to Metropolis or Star City, and no one will stop you.
your."
After saying that, his eyes gradually turned cold again, and he looked at Jonathan and said, "You are like a bad student who blames the difficulty of the question for not being able to answer it."
Jonathan snorted, but did not continue to answer. Instead, he put his hands on his knees and sat on the edge of the bed to sulk.
But Schiller came over, stood beside him, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be angry, otherwise, you can learn from Jack and set up a club of your own."
"He is even more crazy!" Jonathan shook his head and said: "I will be a good and law-abiding citizen tomorrow! Let you lose a similar person from this world forever! ... No! I will do it now.
go!"
When Jonathan spoke, he kept shaking his head in one direction. He seemed to be completely unable to control his movements.
His symptoms are somewhat similar to Schiller's, but different, but there is no doubt that he is telling the truth. They are both born mentally ill and cannot be cured.
"Okay, stop making trouble."
Schiller lifted up the hem of his suit, put his hands into his trousers pockets, and said: "Don't you just want to know the new password? I can tell you secretly, but you must not tell others, otherwise, both of us will
Gotta get kicked out of academia."
Jonathan's eyes slowly widened. He turned his eyes to one side and looked at Schiller, but seemed not to want to look at him. Schiller kept his hands in his pockets, bent down, and whispered into Jonathan's ear.
One sentence.
Jonathan immediately showed an expression of joy, and even his eyes gradually became brighter. He raised his head and looked at Schiller. Schiller stretched out a finger and put it to his mouth, making a silent expression.
When Schiller walked into the stairwell, he heard Jonathan opening the door and shouting to the nurse on duty: "Order a newspaper for me! It will be delivered as quickly as possible tomorrow morning! I can give you a double tip,
Oh, no, three times, tell those little bastards to hurry up!"
Schiller's footsteps paused, and in the darkness, he shouted loudly:
“Say ‘hello’ and ‘please’!”
"...Okay, hello! Please order a newspaper for me!"
In the darkness, Schiller's lenses flashed with light, and then he slowly showed a smile and hurriedly walked downstairs and left.