PFC Chapter 3306 Bloody New City (55)
Chapter 3306 Bloody New City (55)
Chapter 3306 Bloodshed in New City (Fifty-Five)
"What the hell is going on?! Why is this happening???" The roar that sounded almost like anger echoed in the office. Batman stood in the middle of the room, almost losing his mind.
Fox stood behind him, and next to Fox was a woman in a white coat, holding a stack of examination reports in her hands.
"Calm down, Bruce. Things haven't gotten to the point where they can't be fixed, but you'll need some time."
Her voice was calm, as if everyone could gain strength from her words. When Batman looked back at her, he saw only calmness in those deep brown eyes.
He seemed to suddenly deflate, and he put the heel of his hand over one eye and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I just feel bad."
The woman walked up and patted Batman on the shoulder, but Batman didn't dodge. The woman put the information in her hand aside and said, "Mr. Todd's situation is a bit special. He seems to have closed his heart. If he is unwilling to open it, then all psychological treatment will be meaningless to him."
"He only reacts so strongly to you, perhaps because you used to be the person he was most familiar with. He wants to communicate with you, but the shadow of the past has been restraining him. You can't give up so early."
"I never thought of giving up." Batman took a deep breath and said, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't done that that day... I just want to say sorry to him."
"There will be a chance." The woman nodded and said, "I will find my old friend to have a consultation with Mr. Todd. In the meantime, please don't provoke him again, okay?"
"I will, Dr. Tompkins."
The woman called Dr. Tompkins walked out of the office and returned to the ward, while the black-haired young man was still sitting there blankly, with no reaction to her arrival.
Dr. Tompkins walked up to Jason and squatted down, looking up at him and said, "I know you can hear me. If you want, you can tell me what happened back then. I promise not to tell anyone. But if you don't want to, I promise no one can force you, including Batman."
After saying that, she patted Jason's knee gently and stood up. She took out her cell phone to call her old classmate, walked out of the hospital, got in the car in the parking lot, and drove all the way to downtown.
The car turned several corners and finally stopped at the entrance of a community center in a semi-abandoned community. The sign of the community center had been taken down and replaced by a handwritten wooden sign "Tompkins Affordable Clinic".
When Dr. Tompkins walked into the clinic, the large lobby of the community center was already crowded with people. Tompkins hurried in and was greeted by a tall white man wearing goggles. On his shoulder stood an owl with bright eyes.
"Oh my God, Piette, you're finally here." Dr. Tompkins was no longer as calm as she was in her office at Wayne Hospital. She frowned and looked extremely anxious.
"Yes, I'm here." The man called Piette, with a thick Nordic accent, said, "I rushed over from Oregon as soon as you called me. But I didn't expect the situation to be so bad. In the half hour you were at Wayne Hospital, I saw 16 patients."
"How many did you rescue?"
"There were only nine," Piette shook his head vigorously. "The rest died as soon as they were brought in. There was nothing I could do."
Dr. Tompkins patted him on the shoulder and said, "You were able to save nine people. You really deserve the title of 'Midnight Doctor'."
As soon as Dr. Tompkins walked into the corridor, she heard a shrill cry coming from a ward. When she walked in, she saw two half-grown children crying on their mother's body.
The black woman's abdomen was covered in blood, and the stretcher was hastily lowered. Dr. Tompkins and Piette rushed over.
Ten minutes later, the two came out sweating. Piette's hands were shaking. He looked at Dr. Tompkins and said, "This place is totally out of control. It's hell on earth. What on earth is Batman doing?"
Dr. Tompkins took a towel and wiped his forehead, wiping away the sweat that was about to drip down his eyelashes into his eyes, and then said, "Don't count on him. He's too busy right now. We have to think of a solution ourselves."
Piette's lips were turning blue. He said, "Six bombings in three hours, three stabbings, and two serial murders at the same time. God, is there anyone who can take care of this place?"
Dr. Tompkins's face fell. She said, "The upper classes have gone mad. Go get something to eat now, and then go uptown in the evening and give them some presents."
Piette's face looked a little better. He said, "You should have done this earlier. I'm not here just to be a doctor."
"How long can you hold them off?"
"I can't kill them directly. At most I can put some drugs in the water to make them have diarrhea for a few days. If there is an independent water source, it will be useless."
"That's fine. We still need more helpers. I'll think of a solution."
Dr. Tompkins quickly got involved in more rescue work, and just when her hands were shaking from exhaustion, she received another call from Batman.
"When can the consultation begin, ma'am?"
Dr. Tompkins glanced at the man lying in front of him, wailing while holding his broken leg, and sighed deeply, saying, "Not now, Batman. I have a lot of things to do."
"I'll have Fox send you supplies. I just hope it's as soon as possible." Batman's tone dropped.
Tompkins slowly closed her eyes, but all she could say was, "Thank you, Batman, you've been a great help."
But she knew in her heart that it was useless. No matter how many medical supplies and survival materials she had, there was no way to change the current situation.
The upper class was killing people like crazy in downtown, and all the community hospitals were full. Her small clinic was crowded with 20 times the number of people as usual, and every patient was on the verge of life and death.
If we just want to save lives, no matter how many doctors we have, they won't be enough. We have to stop those lunatics.
But thinking of Jason's current situation, Dr. Tompkins couldn't bear to force Batman anymore. She could only say in her heart, well, if this is the case, don't expect all doctors to continue to abide by the oath. Including myself.
Just when Dr. Tompkins wanted to do something, an unexpected person came to her small clinic—James Gordon.
The once high-spirited sheriff looked much thinner, as if he had aged ten years overnight, but he did not look tired. Instead, he looked more energetic.
"Long time no see, doctor."
"Long time no see, Chief. Forget the polite words. You can see how busy I am right now."
"Of course. I want to express my gratitude again for saving my life, but this is all I can say. I hope you don't mind."
"That's all old news. What are you doing here? Did Batman send you here?"
Gordon waved his hand and said, "Don't mention him. We can't always rely on him. I'm here to solve the problem. How's the situation on your side?"
"It's very, very, very bad." Dr. Tompkins wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The wounded are pouring in, and we only have five people here, including interns and nurses. We are far from enough, and too many people have died."
Gordon showed a trace of sadness on his face, but it didn't last long. He said, "You and I should understand that the key is to make those people stop. But now the conflict has intensified to an irreversible point. We can't continue to remain silent."
"I heard about you." Dr. Tompkins finished bandaging another patient. In the interval between the new wounded, she finally had time to drink a sip of water. She said, "I don't believe you would kill someone for no reason, but I believe that if you really wanted to kill him, that guy would not be alive lying in the hospital bed accusing you."
Gordon grinned and said, "That's right. The news of my resignation is about ten minutes away."
Dr. Tompkins gave him a long look.
There is also a TV in the lobby of the clinic to help patients pass the time while waiting for treatment. Now the lobby is crowded with slightly injured patients, all of whom are watching the news on TV.
When everyone heard the news anchor talking about the current police chief James Gordon's resignation due to suspected involvement in a murder case, a confused expression appeared on their faces.
In Gotham, everyone knows that James Gordon is the last conscience.
Before GTO appeared, Gordon was a desperate warrior who saved the city from collapse. After GTO appeared, he saved the city from collapse. He is an absolute hero in the eyes of Gotham people.
After the initial confusion, the hall seemed to explode, people didn't care about the pain in their bodies, and started to curse. Cursing the news anchor, cursing the TV station, cursing Haviez, cursing the upper class...
After the initial excitement, people fell into silence again. Low, suppressed crying could be heard from the corner.
The children cried because they sensed that something was wrong but they didn’t know what had happened, so they could only cry to express their fear. The elderly also cried because they knew better than anyone what had happened, so they could only cry to express their despair.
The last conscience of Gotham fell, and the bloody killing continued. The atmosphere of despair and panic continued to spread, and the ordinary people of Gotham finally realized that they were heading for a dead end.
A car pulled up to the gate of Wayne Manor. Batman opened the gate. Schiller stood in the dim light of the fading car lights, like the last thin cloud disappearing on the horizon.
"What do you want from me?" Schiller asked.
"I heard you're a psychiatrist." Batman kept his hand still while opening the door. "Someone needs your help."
"Then you have found the right person." Schiller smiled, walked through the gate, and walked straight to Wayne Manor and said, "I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."