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 Copper had been wiped clean, and the wet coat was taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room and seeing Schiller coming, she said, "Are you a doctor? Sir? This child seems to be scared. I just wanted to change his clothes, but he struggled so hard that he almost bit me."

"Thank you, madam, you have done enough. He is a little excited now. I'm about to send him to the hospital."

"Then you go quickly, he's a little tired now, he probably won't resist as much as he wants."

Schiller walked into the iron gate, and Coppert was still sitting in the corner, wearing a new coat, without saying a word. Schiller called Brand and said, "Send an ambulance to pick up a patient."

"What patient still needs an ambulance to pick him up? Does he have no luxury car himself?"

"He is a real patient, not the group of gangsters who were released on medical parole and then went to prison after being released on medical parole."

"What disease? I'll ask the nursing room to prepare."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe there is something else. You can prepare the palliative medicine first, wait for it, and I'll talk to you in detail."

Soon, Coppert was tied to a stretcher and carried into an ambulance. Schiller didn't care about his struggle at all.

After arriving at the hospital, Brand came out. He was wearing a white coat. Obviously he had been busy until now. He said, "Oh my God, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I graduated from finance..."

"Don't be too happy too early. If I told you that he was an important witness in the case of the Falcone family heir, would you still feel relaxed?"

Brand's face suddenly collapsed. He cursed inwardly, and then said, "I knew that there would be no good things in this ghost place."

"He is in a state of severe exercise excitement and can hardly communicate. I will prescribe some palliative medicine for him first and check it out tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to his office at Arkham Mental Hospital and changed into a doctor's outfit. When he entered the ward where Coppert was, Coppert's hands were tied to the railing of the nursing bed. His limbs kept twitching, his face turned red, his eyes were rounded, and his mouth kept making breathing sounds.

The nurse next to him walked up and said, "Doctor, his excitement is too high and his muscle limitations have been lifted. If this continues, it will cause serious damage to his joints."

"Go to An Ding first." Schiller's tone was very calm. He bent down and turned Copper's eyelids, and found that his gaze was completely unfocused and his facial congestion was also severe.

Schiller turned around and called two more nurses, and asked someone to hold Coppert down first, and Brand also walked in. He said, "I haven't seen a patient with such severe stress disorder in a long time. What's wrong with him?"

Brand looked at Copot carefully and found injuries on his neck and shoulders, saying, "Is this abuse?"

"It should be, and I'm afraid it's been going on for a while, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious." Schiller speculated: "He should have been abused and beaten for a long time, which led to acute stress disorder."

After the pacification drug was injected, Coppert's hyperactivity gradually weakened, but he still kept twitching and could not concentrate. Schiller observed his physiological reaction and said: "Raise the dose."

After more drugs were injected, Copper finally calmed down and then gradually fell asleep. Brand held his arm and sighed, "This is not a solution. His spirit seems to be more sensitive than ordinary people, and he is not yet an adult. If the stability effect is over, his excitement will not be able to ease, and he will not be able to use such a large dose of medicine anymore."

"What are you going to do?" Brand looked at Schiller and asked.

"This requires a comprehensive diagnosis and treatment." Schiller stared at Coppert's face and said, "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders, otherwise he would not have reacted so seriously, and it would not be impossible for a genetic disease."

"Where is his relative, do you have any medical history for reference?"

As soon as Brand asked, he denied himself: "Oh, this is Gotham. To identify a real mentally ill person here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Schiller said to Brand: "You go back and rest first, I'll be on duty tonight and develop a treatment plan."

After Brand left, Schiller returned to his office. After sitting down, he took out a notebook from the desk drawer and began to recall the life of the Penguin man he learned about.

In the comics, there is no detailed description of the Penguin's childhood. It is just mentioned that he would carry an umbrella with him because his father died of pneumonia caused by the rain. His increasingly crazy mother forced him to carry an umbrella with him.

In the TV series Gotham, the Penguin also entered the Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by the dean of Hugo. As for whether he had been diagnosed with a real mental illness, there is no detailed explanation.

According to Schiller's current observation, at least the penguin man Copper he encountered should have a real mental illness.

The nights at Arkham Mental Hospital are very quiet, because there is almost no real mental patient here, so there will be no sudden outburst of patients.

In the entire doctor's office, only Schiller's desk was on lights, and in the quiet room, there was only the rustling sound of writing.

Gu Xi

As soon as dawn, Victor, wearing a windbreaker, hurriedly walked up the steps of the gate of the Arkham Mental Hospital. As soon as the rain stopped, the cold wind of the gloomy weather blew his hair constantly flying.

Schiller came out in a white coat, and Victor said: "I just finished class in the Living Hell, but I heard from the little fat guy that Oswald was hospitalized."

"And then I learned that you had also asked for leave, and I guessed that you should have treated him."

"Oh, how did you guess?"

"Have I told you before? I've been to Oswald's house and met his mother, who seems to have convulsions. You know, I'm not professional, but you can also tell that his mother is not in a normal state."

"According to my inference, Copper should have a hereditary mental illness." Schiller and Victor walked up the stairs quickly, and Schiller said as he walked: "Accurate stress disorder triggered his hyperactivity symptoms. I had used excessive stability last night, but it still didn't improve this morning."

As they said that, the two of them came to the ward where Coppert was. At this time, Coppert was lying on the bed, and he kept talking, but the words spit out of his mouth had no logic, and seemed to be just for venting.

Victor walked to his bedside, looked down at Coppert, and said, "This is very similar to the symptoms of a student I taught before. He was extremely excited, talked to himself, and had a tendency to attack, and even injured his classmates."

"What are you going to do?" Victor asked Schiller: "Actually, I'm pretty optimistic about his talent. I know Gotham has a lot of mental illness and can't save him, but he has already come here, so he has to think of a way."

"I will let him in the hospital, of course it proves that I intend to treat him, but the cause of this mixed symptoms may be complicated, and I still need to conduct some investigations."

As he was talking, Brand walked in with a stack of reports and handed it to Schiller, saying, "A little earlier this year, we had a physical examination on him. It was not very good. In addition to mental problems, he also suffered multiple injuries in his body. It should have been caused by beatings. New injuries and old injuries were stacked together. This situation should have lasted for a while."

"It's not as we expected." Brand finally said: "This is an acute stress disorder after severe abuse, and this stress state triggers his other mental illnesses and leads him to an uncontrollable extreme hyperactivity."

"We will discuss the specific mental treatment plan later. Is his physical injury serious?"

"He suffered severe trauma in his left ankle joint and his right arm was also broken. It may take a while for him to treat these injuries alone."

"If his excitement occurs again later, we will not be able to treat his injuries at all, and I don't recommend giving him excessive stability. He is too young and his brain may not be able to stand 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 very difficult. His mother is not in good spirits. Last time I went there, she almost drove her out with a broom. If you want to investigate, you may have to go to his house."

"This is it..." Schiller finally arranged: "Brand, hurry up and treat his trauma 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 drove and said, "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 need to be so tactful. I know, you think I am the kind of person who will die if you don't have enough money."

Victor coughed twice awkwardly, Schiller sat in the passenger seat, put the umbrella next to the seat, then tightened his windbreaker jacket and said, "Actually, what you think is right, I do this for most of the time."

"However, only Coppert could write the words I knew in the entire class of that vocational school. If he went crazy, I would probably have to be crazy by that dog crawling font."

Victor held the steering wheel, and he smiled and did not turn his head. He said, "I think you are hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, pretending to be like an unscrupulous quack doctor, but in fact he is still sympathetic."

"I repeat, I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."

The car was turning around and into a narrow street next to the Living Hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the gravel on the side of the road with the tip of an umbrella. He said: "It seems that the area of ​​the Living Hell's transformation is still too small, and this place is still so dirty."

"Actually it's good." Victor looked up at the front and said, "Before, the car couldn't drive in here at all, and now it's much better."

The two entered a dark corridor again, then walked up two floors, and Victor knocked on the door and asked, "Mrs. Copper, are you here?"

"Are you sure he will answer you? As far as I know, some patients with mental disorders are not able to take care of themselves."

"It should be possible. When Mrs. Coppert was not sick, her limbs were twitching." Victor continued to knock on the door while explaining, but after a long time, no one answered. Victor frowned and said, "What's going on?"

No one answered, Victor could only say: "What might have happened. We walked around to the roof of the opposite building and entered from the balcony. This was all we could do."

The two of them walked around the passage and went out from the door at the end of the corridor on the same floor to the terrace. After a circle, they came to the balcony next door and then turned into the balcony of the Coppert home.
Chapter completed!