PFC Chapter 2973: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (7)
Chapter 2973: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (7)
Chapter 2973: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Part )
A disaster occurred in Wayne Manor.
The reason was that everyone was full, and the teenagers from the New Warriors team and the Robin teenagers planned to have a fight - to go to the back garden to fight in 40-degree weather.
Although it was already night, the temperature had not dropped at all due to the high temperature during the day. A wave of heat was felt as soon as the door was opened. However, these crazy teenagers did not care at all. They just had to compete with each other at this time.
Originally Schiller had no objection. They could fight as they pleased and he could just drive home. But Helen insisted on asking him to be the referee. He was also worried that these teenagers would tear down Wayne Manor, leaving the poor old butler homeless, so he had no choice but to stay.
Fortunately, the two groups still had some sense of propriety and managed to put friendship first and competition second, until the gang of thugs from the Guardians of the Galaxy came over.
Star-Lord and his friends originally came to Schiller to ask about a plan to cool down the situation, but these guys have always been the type to go wherever there is excitement. It is not enough to just join in the fun, they have to experience it for themselves to feel satisfied. Seeing the two gangs of teenagers fighting fiercely, they also joined in.
Don't really think that Star-Lord and his friends can't fight. The sisters Gamora and Nebula are killers trained by Thanos, so their martial arts skills are naturally not weak. Rocket Raccoon has fought his way out of a mental asylum halfway around the world and has rich practical experience. Drax has a head full of muscles, and gladiatorial combat itself is one of his hobbies.
When these guys get together, it's like dry wood meeting fire. The back garden of Wayne Manor instantly turns into an interstellar arena, with a lively and noisy fight.
It was fine when Robin and his friends were fighting with the members of the New Warriors team, and the occasional conversation was just some well-reasoned technical exchanges. But after the Guardians of the Galaxy came, it became a place of trash talk, and Schiller felt his head buzzing after listening to it for a few minutes.
These guys are really noisy.
The weather was hot to begin with, and there was no air conditioning in the back garden. Even without wind at night, the temperature was still close to 40 degrees. It was also a bit humid because of the pond. Schiller felt like he was sitting in a steamer listening to mosquitoes quarreling, and he really couldn't stand it anymore.
Schiller got rid of Helen's entanglement and drove home alone. Not long after, the members of the New Warriors team also came back and started to review the game in the living room, arguing about everything from the opening strategy to every move in the fight.
Schiller didn't go to bed that early, but he still had papers to grade. Grading papers was already very difficult, and watching shit with background music was really unbearable.
It was finally morning, and Schiller was about to take a nap when he heard a rumbling sound outside - Williams' engineering team was entering the site.
Schiller still miscalculated. The place where Williams wanted to build the resort was indeed a certain distance away from Schiller's house. If he just banged around there, there wouldn't be any noise. But the problem was that to build a house, trucks would be needed to transport the materials, and there would be noise when the trucks passed by.
The weather was already hot, and dozens of large trucks were constantly raising dust and emitting exhaust gas. As soon as Schiller went out, the air outside was so stinking of gasoline that it was almost sticky.
Before he could say anything, Helen and the others rushed out to argue with Williams again, and as expected, they ended up fighting.
It's not that Schiller didn't want to mediate, but today's temperature was even more outrageous. The thermometer showed 43 degrees, and the ground temperature was enough to cook an egg. This kind of weather is no longer suitable for humans to go out.
Schiller chose to leave.
He asked for leave directly from Gotham University, saying that he had heatstroke, and drove to Arkham Asylum with his luggage.
Don't get me wrong, he's not going to be readmitted to the hospital, he's just here to see his old friend Brand.
After moving, Arkham Asylum is located on a small island, north of Gotham. The temperature is slightly cooler than in the south. The island itself has not been developed much, so the heat island effect is not that serious. The temperature can barely be maintained at around 35 degrees. It is truly a rare holiday resort.
Thanks to the Scarecrow and the Pig-faced Professor who chose the Metropolitan Museum of Art instead of going there, Schiller had the opportunity to come here for vacation. Otherwise, if the two of them had pestered him every day to do academic research, he would not have come even if it was cool here.
Now that the annoying people were gone, this place naturally became a paradise for Schiller. He couldn't wait to park his car in front of the main entrance of Arkham Sanatorium.
Brand came out, and Schiller shook hands with him while carrying his luggage.
"Long time no see, Professor." Brand said, "How is Gotham University's new campus? Is the new president pretty good too?"
Schiller shook his head and sighed, "Don't mention it."
The two of them entered Arkham Asylum together. Because it was rebuilt at an early stage, the materials used here were sufficient, the hall was spacious and bright, the wards were well organized, and there were laboratories, activity centers, art buildings and large gardens. It did not look like the horrible prison in the legend at all, but more like a modern treatment and convalescent center with complete facilities.
The patients here are finally no longer gang bosses on vacation. In addition to the real mental patients, there are also some rich people with mental problems who come here for recuperation.
In the end, the Arkham Asylums of the two universes ended up in the same place.
As soon as Schiller walked in, another figure came over. It was Cobert. Schiller walked up to him and shook hands with him.
"I knew you would come, Professor. It's so hot in the city."
"Yes, I had to take leave to come here to escape the summer heat. How is your mother's health? Is she still taking medicine?"
"No, she's no longer on psychiatric drugs, but she's had problems with her lungs. They haven't had a biopsy done yet, but we all have a good idea of what's going on."
Cobert looked a little sad, but he was no longer the little boy who shivered in the corner of the house because of his mother's illness. He had not only become an adult, but to some extent, he was also one of the biggest figures in the city.
Schiller sighed softly, and Brand asked him to hand his luggage to the nurse, who would arrange the room, while Schiller followed Cobert to see his mother.
Seeing the old woman again, Schiller couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She looked much older.
In fact, while Cobert's mother was taking the medicine, Schiller had been checking her, so it couldn't be said that the two hadn't seen each other for many years. But for some reason, less than a year had passed since they last met, but the lady seemed to have aged ten years.
Her mental condition had indeed improved a lot. When she saw Schiller come in, she smiled and nodded at him, obviously recognizing him. Schiller walked over and shook her hand. Mrs. Cobblepot shook his hand and said, "Thank you, doctor. I haven't had a nightmare for a long time."
"You've recovered quite well." This was not Schiller being polite, but Cobert really took good care of his mother. Even her hereditary mental illness had not recurred for a long time, and now Mrs. Cobert could be considered a healthy person.
"Yes, I feel much better myself," said Mrs. Cobblepot. "I am beginning to remember things from our youth, when we danced and sang together in front of the fireplace, and I always think of his father, who was a great guy back then..."
Schiller paused, but did not reveal anything. He just smiled and said, "The past is always missed. The doctor said you need to rest, so I won't disturb you."
Mrs. Cobblepot stood in the bright and clean ward and watched them leave. As soon as Schiller walked out of the ward, he sighed and looked at Cobblepot and said, "Have you screened your mother for Alzheimer's disease?"
Cobblepot seemed a little surprised, but shook his head and asked, "Could my mother have Alzheimer's?"
"Excessive recollection of the past and forgetfulness of the present is one of the manifestations of Alzheimer's disease. I am not sure whether her nostalgia for the past is normal or pathological. You'd better get a check-up."
Cobert finally showed a tired look on his face. Schiller just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mental illness and physical illness sometimes interact with each other. Your mother's schizophrenia has caused her to be unable to take care of herself for a long time. She lacks physical activity and certain areas of her brain have also been affected."
"Her original living environment was not good, too cold and damp, and it may also be affected by the rain, which caused problems with her lung function. Difficulty breathing may also be one of the factors that triggered her mental illness."
"I advise you to do an open biopsy. Your mother is still old enough to undergo surgery. Maybe she can gain 3 to 5 years of life. You can use this time to think of other options."
Cobert looked up at Schiller.
Schiller paused and said, "I suggest you ask Lex Luthor. The Luthor Group has been conducting medical experiments in this area. I think he may have some backup plans."
Schiller spoke quite tactfully, but Cobert obviously understood. The so-called backup plan was certainly not so legal. Perfect lung replacement or artificial lung production were both possible in the hands of the genius scientist Luther.
"I can leave you Constantine's phone number. Maybe magic will be useful," Schiller continued.
This is quite straightforward. The souls of Gotham residents are relatively valuable. If Mrs. Cobblepot makes a deal with the devil, she can certainly extend her life.
"The worst-case scenario is to go to Victor," Schiller said. "Their containment technology has improved so much that it has almost no side effects."
This is of course obvious. Nora was frozen because of a neurodegenerative disease, and she is alive and well now. If Cobblepot wanted, he could seal his mother until humans found a cure for lung cancer.
"Or there is another possibility, but it will be a little more troublesome." Schiller said, "I know of a country in another universe called Wakanda. They have solved the problem of cancer. They just need to use their local herbs and metal radiation. If that doesn't work, we can only try to go there through the portal."
"Thank you, professor," said Cobblepot. "If it were just lung cancer, I would try it, but Alzheimer's..."
Schiller was at a loss for words. In the superhero universe, cancer is actually easier to treat than many mental illnesses. The difficulty with Mrs. Cobblepot is that she has hereditary schizophrenia. The pain of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, the process of medical experiments, and even the discomfort of walking through the portal may all stimulate her to become ill.
If she also suffers from Alzheimer's disease which seriously affects her ability to take care of herself, then even if her body is cured, she will gradually forget everything, become emaciated and die.
Birth, aging, sickness and death are part of human nature. Many times people choose to accept them not because they have the ability to bear them, but because they have to. Even in such a universe, such things always happen, and there is no other way except to accept them.
(End of this chapter)