The old bank that was converted into Arkham Sanitarium is located in the southern financial district of Lower Manhattan, but it is not on Wall Street, but on the east corner of an intersection on 14th Street.
It was built by a British businessman who came to invest here in the 1930s, so its appearance looks a bit like Gringotts Bank in "Harry Potter", with white walls and complicated window decorations.
As Nick Fury said, this building is very well maintained, both on the exterior and interior.
Most of its interiors are made of wooden furniture. In the hall, the lighting is very good due to the presence of multiple floor-to-ceiling windows.
The revolving door with the style of the last century has also been retained. After entering the door, you are facing the main counter, and there are two huge stairs on both sides, with crystal chandeliers hanging above the head, and the mature wooden floor under your feet.
The honey color allows you to see some traces of history, but it doesn't look old.
The overall building is not symmetrical. The main building is on the east side, so most of the health care rooms are on the east side, while the outpatient clinics and functional buildings are on the west side.
Precisely because this old bank is not on Wall Street, the price of this piece of land was not high when I bought it, and the space is relatively spacious. It has 7 floors. There are about 60 available rooms on the east side and more than 30 on the west side.
There is also a sky garden on the third floor behind the second floor.
The people who built this bank were also willing to spend money. The interior was very luxurious, the style was extravagant and comfortable. This was a building that was very in line with the aesthetics of the old money of that era. Therefore, without too many modifications, it directly satisfied the aesthetics of a sanatorium.
and practicality.
Strange walked through the corridor on the third floor of the hospital. A nurse behind him said while flipping through the notebook in his hand: "Mr. Eisen on the second floor wants to drink special drinking water. Mrs. Harris on the third floor hopes that we can help."
He or she prescribes eye drops containing immortality factors..."
"I'm going to have a meeting with the dean now. I'll talk about these things after the meeting."
Strange went upstairs and turned left to the dean's office located on the east side of the fourth floor. When he entered, Schiller was opening the champagne. Strange said angrily: "You are going to open the champagne now.
Is it too early? There’s a lot of mess waiting to be cleaned up.”
He threw a pile of information on the table in front of Schiller and said: "You are busy accepting so many scheduled patients. The office system of this sanatorium is not perfect yet. Fifty or sixty patients poured in at once. Doctors and
The nurses are going crazy."
"Don't worry." Schiller slowly took out two wine glasses from the cabinet, then pointed to the chair and motioned for Scranq to sit down. He first poured himself a glass of wine, then poured it for Strange, and then
Said: "SHIELD agents are already training, and a batch is expected to be delivered this afternoon."
"Agent? You told me this morning that the medical staff dispatched urgently are agents???"
"Of course, and not only do they not need me to contribute salary, Nick also wants to give me money."
Strange opened his mouth. He was not stupid. Of course he knew what the agents were here to do. He said, "You sold the patient's private information to the agent organization???"
"Stephen, look up and see, are there any patients here? They are taking the most expensive skin care products in the world, and even if they have a scratch on their skin, the best private doctors will treat them."
Schiller put one hand in his pocket, picked up the wine glass with the other, took a sip of wine and said, "They are not here to treat illnesses."
"Of course I know that they are here because of the immortality factor theory you made up, and they want to use it to make themselves immortal." Strange said with a snort.
Schiller shook his head, put down his glass, and then said: "This is just one aspect. Have you heard of Noah's Ark?"
"God wanted to destroy the world with a flood, so he built an ark. The number of people the ark could hold was limited, and only a very small number of people could survive."
"When things have evolved to this point, it is no longer important what will happen after boarding the ship. What is important is that they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy ship tickets to prove to humans all over the world that they are God's favorites.
.”
"If you were the captain of Noah's Ark, no matter how well the ship sailed, God would never let you, a vampire, in." Strange also picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"How many more paramedics do you need?"
Strange thought for a while and then said: "At least more than 50 are needed. There are almost no escorts on the third and fourth floors. They are all clamoring for private nurses."
"I don't ask the least, but the most."
"At most? How many people can be crammed into such a 7-floor nursing home? I'm afraid it will be full with 1,000 medical staff, right?"
"You don't share the money for arranging agents to enter the sanatorium. That's my reward. However, you can raise 5 points for the reimbursement share for falsely reporting the number of people."
"It's absolutely impossible without 5,000 people." Strange said categorically: "The patient spent a lot of money, and one person needs at least 200 medical teams to accompany him 24 hours a day."
"Is there room for improvement?"
Strange put his elbows on the table and put his hand on his chin and said: "It depends on whether you can get the qualification of a medical or pharmaceutical research institute. There is no upper limit on the number of people in such an institution, even if I
It’s okay to report 20,000 people.”
"20,000 people? 2 researchers and 19,998 assistants?"
"Internship quota." Strange said in a more serious tone: "How many people are there at Columbia University? How about New York University? We will grant them internship quotas, not to mention 20,000 people. If there are more universities in New York, it will be 100,000 people.
All very reasonable.”
"Wait a minute." Strange suddenly realized that he seemed to have been led into a ditch by Schiller. He said, "Even if you collect money from many sources, you don't have to be so ruthless, right?"
"You took money from these customers and fooled them with health care products that you don't know have any efficacy. You even took money from the secret service organization and asked them to send people in to collect intelligence? You..."
Strange didn't know how to describe Schiller. He said he was a vampire. Vampires would burst into tears when they heard this. If a vampire was half as vicious as him, he wouldn't be mixed into raw materials for health care products.
Just as Strange was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door of the dean's office, and a man wearing a trench coat and a hood walked in. Schiller took out another glass from the wine cabinet, and then poured a glass of champagne. The man took off his hood, revealing himself to be a Blade Warrior.
"I didn't understand what you told me on the phone at all." Blade Warrior said a little doubtfully: "But are you sure it will work for me?"
"Of course, of course." Schiller moved a chair for him and motioned for him to sit down. After Blade sat down, Schiller said: "What else is more beneficial than the vampire himself standing up and proving that the immortality factor in the vampire's body is useful?" Where is the evidence?”
"But I'm not a vampire, I haven't even been bitten, it's just my mother..."
"That's it. When you tell the story later, you must emphasize that after your mother was bitten, you became a vampire when you were born. What does this mean?"
Schiller looked at Strange, who was also a little confused. He said, "What was proved? It was proved that vampires are vicious and even bite pregnant women?"
"No! This proves that a certain substance in vampire blood can be transmitted from mother to child, which will be welcomed by the high-end maternal and child market."
"Next question, Eric, how old are you?"
"Well, I forgot, but you must be in your 30s, right?"
"No, no, no, you are almost 230 years old this year, which is about the same year as the founding of the United States. You were born at the same time as the Federation."
"But I'm not that old..."
"That's not called old. You are still young among vampires. There should be some 3,000 or 4,000-year-olds in your clan, right?"
"As far as I know, apart from Dracula, there doesn't seem to be..."
"By the way, Dracula, is he the oldest? Do you have his contact information?"
"What do you want to do?" Blade looked at Schiller, who said: "If he is willing to record a promotional video for us, the price is up to him."
"Let the vampire himself promote a potion made from his own raw materials? What on earth are you thinking? How could he agree?"
"But aren't you already here?"
"I am in a special situation. I hate these rats. They are my enemies. I wish humans would kill them all."
"Then how do you know you are the only one in a special situation?"
Schiller said very sincerely: "Eric, you have to know that your strength alone is not enough."
"I heard that you have connections with the clan. You can ask the moderates how they plan to deal with the radicals next. If you don't mind, I can negotiate a business deal with them."
"Business talk? What are you going to talk about?"
"Leave their political opponents to me, and I can give them 20% of the income from selling the medicine. This is already very high. Nick can only take 30%."
The Blade Warrior opened his mouth, paused, and then said: "This is too ridiculous, but..." The Blade Warrior said with confusion: "It is indeed a bit strange. Humans are promoting potions based on vampires on a large scale. I thought
That group of moderates will start taking turns protesting."
"Perhaps you haven't thought about it. Those vampires with the ability to speak don't care if their own kind is made into medicine, as long as the person who is made into medicine is not themselves."
"Based on this basis, it would be great if the person being made into medicine is their enemy."
"And if the whole process does not even require them to take action, and only needs to provide humans with a little trivial intelligence and information, they can comprehensively attack their political opponents, make their enemies exhausted, or even be completely wiped out, then why not do it?
Woolen cloth?"
"If in this process, not only do they not have to pay anything, but they can also gain a lot of money and resources, then why are they not tempted?"
"In the final analysis..." Schiller concluded: "The moderate vampires are just greedy for enjoyment and want to enjoy it in human society. They need status and money. If they want these, we will provide them with these and use the resources of their own race.
The enemy comes to change."
"When they get used to this kind of luxurious life and all the radicals are eliminated, they will spontaneously select some people from the group and give them to us in exchange for what they need to continue to maintain this luxurious life.
Capital."
"Under the rule of pure blood theory, their society will be gradually sacrificed to humans from the bottom up."
"Perhaps..." Schiller sighed and said: "In this world, initially and ultimately, there will be only one vampire, and 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 can this bring me?"
"You have become the chief physician of this sanatorium. No matter how you divide it up, your share will not be lost. This is a benefit that an entire race can bring."
"What you have to do now is to think about how comfortable it would be to lie in a villa counting money."
Strange swallowed. He couldn't even imagine this kind of life, but he still said reservedly: "I don't love money that much. I am a pursuing person."
Daofeng 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 his eyes unclear.