Chapter 73 25. Let's welcome the next victim of the evil alchemist Mason: Zhou Ke'er! 【850】
(Add more for the brothers of "Midsummer's Presumptuousness")
Dr. Harley Quizell finally decided to stay in Mason's shop for a while, not just because the shopkeeper, who was too young, kindly waived her drug bills.
What's more important is that she did drink a little too much at the colleagues' party, and it's already an extraordinary performance to walk here wobbly all the way.
As an intern working in Arkham Asylum, work pressure is inevitable and generally much greater than that of neurologists elsewhere.
It is indeed a good choice to relax with a drink after get off work.
But now, Halle feels that she has found a more effective stress-relieving alternative than alcohol, such as the golden potion that Mason is putting in front of her, just smelling it makes people feel happy.
"Come on, give it a try."
Mason took off the euphoria potion on the counter, took a dose from a medicine spoon, put it into Harry's water, and made a "please" gesture to her.
Of course, as an excellent psychologist, Ms. Halle was vigilant enough even when she was drunk. She picked up the water glass and sniffed, then glanced suspiciously at the expectant Mason.
she says:
"Is there anything illegal in this?"
"That's a good question. Girls need to learn how to protect themselves when they're outside."
Mason leaned on his counter, folded his arms and said:
"But let's think about it with Miss Halle's wisdom, would an upright Gotham City Police Chief recommend his colleagues to a place where filth is hidden?
You know Gordon, right?
You know what kind of person he is, and the shops that can be recommended by him should be as strong as his character and integrity. Of course, I won’t be angry if you don’t drink.
This is just a friendly alchemist who wants to show his colleagues in the scientific field the magic of mysticism, so that we can move on to the next topic more smoothly. "
"What you said makes sense."
Harry shook her head, which was a little dazed due to drunkenness, raised her water glass to Mason, and said:
"So, cheers to alchemy or something."
After finishing speaking, she drank the water in the glass in one gulp.
This action is more or less bold with a drunkard.
Afterwards, the drunken girl blinked and could feel a surge of excitement rising from the bottom of her heart that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
It felt very much like the joy I felt when I practiced gymnastics since I was a child and went all the way to the national finals, and it also felt like the sense of mission and accomplishment when I stepped into the society when I graduated from medical school.
It was as if all the good things in my past life were awakened at this moment, crushing the haze in my heart with a fist and bringing back the simplest and purest happiness to myself.
"I feel like I want to sing and do a dance right now"
Dr. Zequier covered his heart, blushed and said to Mason:
"Is this normal? Or some kind of 'magic side effect'?"
"It's normal."
Mason stroked his chin and said:
"However, to achieve this level of happiness in such a short period of time, it seems that you are really depressed. I heard that many doctors at the Arkham Asylum couldn't stand the working environment and left. Is it really that bad?"
"It's okay except it's really bad."
Driven by the excitement in her heart, she began to complain to Mason:
"You know that the most mildly ill patients in Arkham have the most severe hallucinations, schizophrenia and anti-social personality are standard there, and there are many strange and unique samples.
In the field of psychology and psychiatry, Arkham Asylum is simply a 'holy place' for practitioners. As a doctor working in the Holy Land, what more can I complain about? "
"Sounds really interesting."
Mason looked at Harley Zequier, who seemed to suddenly become cheerful, and said:
"So based on your professional knowledge, is the medicine I just provided you that can boost your spirits and produce positive happiness useful to your patients?"
"Well."
The young man's question immediately stopped Dr. Halle.
She stopped where she was and frowned, carefully feeling her current state.
As a professional psychiatrist, she can easily distinguish the difference between the chaotic happiness brought by chemical drugs and the positive and uplifting feeling that fills the heart at this time.
But she couldn't easily draw a conclusion, so she said:
"I need to make sure this magic potion is not addictive, and why are you asking that question?"
"Because I'm doing my experiment too, Dr. Halle."
Mason took out several potions of different colors and shapes from the counter and placed them in front of the doctor. He introduced them from left to right:
"Stimulant, sedative, palliative, refreshment, confusion, and the most exaggerated Felicia, these are the same series of potions, and their common feature is that they all work on people's emotions and mental states .
The Vitality Potion you and Gordon took before also falls into this category, but it takes effect instantly, while the potions I took out are all mid- to long-term effects.
Take for example the euphoria you just drank.
I’m only giving you a third of the normal dose, and it’s still going to keep you feeling uplifted and happy for four hours. "
The young man said to the stunned Dr. Harley Quizell in a very professional alchemist tone:
"I have tested the effects of these potions on ordinary and normal people, but I still lack some strong arguments to prove that my potions will work on individuals in any situation.
I mean those who are extremely emotionally and mentally disturbed, otherwise known as 'psychopaths'.
What better place than the regular residents of Arkham? "
"唰"
Harry is completely sober.
She took a few steps back vigilantly, looked at the young Mason with the eyes of a big villain, then grabbed something in the handbag, and said fiercely:
"You want to experiment with my patients? Do you think I will help you? Do you know that this is against the ethics of doctors!"
"I know, I just don't care."
Mason shrugged on the counter and said:
"Because Arkham Asylum is a new drug testing site for the medical department of Wayne Industries. The whole Gotham, no, the whole country has long known.
The Planetary Daily of the Metropolis will publish a few real-time interviews and scold you when there is no news to write.
I also heard from Gordon that you will cooperate with some government departments to select those hopeless prisoners in the asylum to conduct some "inhumane" experiments.
If I remember correctly, that project was called 'Suicide Squad'. "
Mason's words made Dr. Halle's face darken. Obviously, she knew some dark inside stories about Arkham Asylum.
But she still shook her head and refused to say:
"That's the behavior of the superior, I can't control it. But at least I can control my own hands. I will not cooperate with you in using these medicines without production dates, or even specific formulas and precautions, on my patients!
Although I admit it does work quite well. "
"Well, you are a doctor with medical ethics, I admire you very much."
Mason nodded and seemed to give up, but in the next moment, he changed the subject, took out his ID card from Dr. Leslie's clinic, waved it, and said:
“As you can see, I am actually a nursing practitioner. In the clinic, my superiors often tell me that the vocation of a doctor is to save lives and heal the wounded, and the most basic professional ethics of a doctor is to be able to cure patients.
If you fail even the most basic surgery, then no matter how good your medical ethics are, you are still a quack doctor.
So Dr. Halle, I have to ask you a question.
How many patients have you cured during your long time at Arkham Asylum? Or by extension, how many patients have been released alive since Arkham Asylum was founded?
Although the Arkham Asylum is not the "famous" St. Elizabeth Mental Hospital in history, I think there is no difference between the two in terms of treatment efficiency.
They are the offices of the devil of **** in the world. "
Halley Quinzel was stumped by this question.
Generally speaking, patients who can be sent to Arkham basically don't expect to be discharged from the hospital. Being sent there means life imprisonment, even her doctor thinks so.
Heal those patients?
What a joke!
There is no mention of treatment at all.
Arkham's patients are so easy to cure, that **** place will not become a "sacred place" in the dual fields of criminal psychology and spiritual science.
While she was silent, Mason spoke again:
"I know that in the field of spiritual science, you 'scientific alchemists' also use chemically synthesized drugs to treat patients' insane conditions.
So in terms of methodology, there is actually no difference between us.
I can at least guarantee that my potions are all extracted from natural substances and absolutely do not contain any harmful substances.
Of course, if you insist on formula and FDA license, I can't get one for you. But Dr. Halle, do you want to be a quack doctor with medical ethics?
Or do you want to fulfill the oath you made to your patients when you became a doctor?
Modern medicine has proven that you cannot cure the patients of Arkham anyway, so why not draw some inspiration from ancient wisdom?
Think of it as giving your patients a chance, and giving yourself a chance too. "
The young man curled his lips and said in a low voice:
"How bad could it be? They couldn't get any worse, and you know that. How about it."
Mason unscrewed the cork of the palliative that he had finally prepared, and dripped a drop into his mouth in front of Dr. Halle.
As the potion flowed into his throat, he quickly felt his thoughts calm down quickly, and his emotions quickly eased to the most peaceful state.
He said:
"I drank a little of all the medicines before I gave them to you to prove that they are harmless. It only takes one trial, just like the way the pharmaceutical department of Wayne Industries uses them to test new medicines.
I apologize if it didn't work.
If it works, I can give these drugs to you for a long time to help your patients while I finish my trial.
Other than that, I don't take a cent. "
"I"
Harry was said to be tempted.
She thought of a patient friend of hers, whom she had been witnessing since she had joined Arkham Asylum, writhing in an uncontrollable destructive urge.
She really wanted to help that girl who was about her own age.
"Well, I can try, but only this time!"
Halley Quizell gritted her teeth, she gave Mason a hard look, then looked at the various potions in front of her, and asked:
"How do these things work?"
"It matches well."
Mason immediately showed a very friendly and gentle smile. He patiently explained the usage, and then watched the doctor leave with the medicine.
He is very confident in his potion,
Because wizards in the Hogwarts world have a long history of using these drugs to treat mental illness, which is ancient wisdom that has been tested over time.
"I don't know if Zhou Ke'er can go crazy after drinking a bottle of tranquilizer and palliative every day?"
Mason lay on the counter and thought maliciously:
"If I can get that **** cured, maybe Batman will give me a one-ton solid gold medal? Of course, there is no loss if I can't cure it, and it's not someone else who is suffering anyway.
For what that **** has done, using him as a test subject for a test drug is cheap for him. "
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Doctor Halle soon returned to Arkham Asylum.
The Vitality Potion, a kind gift from Mason, works very well, keeping her energized even when she stays up late at work.
But she is not a fool who can be played with by others. Before actually giving these potions to patients, she took them to find her "good friend" in Arkham.
"Ivy."
Harry walked into a single "VIP" ward, and said to the slender figure sitting with her back facing the green wall:
"How was your day?"
"If you think it's normal for me to want to burn down all the chemical plants and nature-destroying **** in Gotham, then I have to admit, I had a very good day."
A hoarse voice with a hint of mania answered Dr. Halle's question.
The latter sighed, and didn't step forward as fearfully as the other doctors. She took out the medicine from her arms and placed it next to the patient who was marked as "extremely dangerous".
she whispered:
"Ivy, I need your ability to perceive toxins to do me a favor and help me see if these drugs are harmful?"
"Another sad compound?"
The woman with long fiery red hair but weird green skin and unique scales said in disgust:
"I said it, Harley, these pathetic industrial artifacts are of no use to anyone in this prison, and everyone here deserves to die!
including me. "
"Just do me a favor, Ivy."
Dr. Halle, who had always been cold and independent in front of outsiders, begged like a baby in front of good friends.
The dangerous patient sighed and seemed unable to refuse the request, so he casually picked up the medicine bottle containing the palliative, twisted it open and sniffed it under his nostrils.
"Huh? The fragrance of the plant, extracted and boiled with a unique method, also used some kind of power that I don't understand to strengthen the healing effect of the plant as the material.
Not adulterated with even a trace of disgusting chemical products of modern industry.
It comes from nature.
This is a gift of nature, no doubt about it! "
The tone of the green-skinned woman who was disgusted with everything became extremely soft at this moment.
She held the potion in her hand and said:
"Harry, it is not only harmless but full of wisdom, just smelling this pure natural and pollution-free fragrance makes me fascinated, tell me!
Where did you find these goodies?
I can feel it, it works for me.
Yes, the consciousness of the plants remaining in it is telling me that it can appease my anger and mania. "
The next moment, before Dr. Halle could stop him, he saw his good friend raised his head and drank most of the medicine in the bottle. As if drinking the most mellow wine, he even let out a hoarse and comfortable moan.
After just a dozen seconds, this patient with severe mania and a terrifying antisocial personality quieted down.
She opened her eyes.
Those green jewel-like pupils have never been so calm.
She looked at the surprised Halle with gratitude, and said:
"Thank you, Halle. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long time, and I think I can sleep well tonight."
A few minutes later, Dr. Halle gently closed the door of the ward, and took another look into the room.
My good friend, Gotham's top villain known as "Poison Ivy", is lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully like a baby, her coquettish mouth even curled into a smile.
Dr. Harley didn't know what Poison Ivy had dreamed.
But she can be sure that it is definitely not a dream of destroying all heavy industries in Gotham City and burning the godless villains with fire.
"Is it really so magical?"
Dr. Halle looked at the medicine bottle in her hand in surprise, she pursed her lips and decided to try again, and then she quickly came to another single VIP ward.
Through the iron door, she said to the thin figure inside who was playing poker with her back turned to her, with a weird and joyful sharp laughter that she didn't even realize:
"Hey Mr. J, I've got something good for you."
"Ha, my Harley baby, you brought me Batman?"
The guy behind the iron gate made a joke that made Dr. Halle laugh out loud.
But she shook her head solemnly as if she was flirting, and said while opening the iron door:
"Of course it's not the Batman that only makes people sick, but it's really good for your physical and mental health. Promise me, you must obediently take your medicine tonight."
(end of this chapter)