Chapter 4745: full of patients

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Unlike most psychiatric hospitals, as I said before, this place is relatively free.

Not only is the gate of the villa unlocked, but the rooms of the patients are also unlocked. They can go to the yard for activities at will, and there seems to be no prescribed time to turn off the lights.

In other places, patients are often sent back to the ward after a fixed time every day, and then fixed on the bed with restraint belts, and the lights are turned off at the same time, which is convenient for hospital management.

However, the situation here is different, and the patients can play happily at night. Of course, there is a monitoring probe on the ceiling that is still moving with the steps of several people, which means that since entering here , The behavior of Deathstroke and his party was also included in the scope of observation.

Maybe some new dissertation title, like "Summary of Superhero and Psychopathic Contacts"?

"Hello, are you going to be hospitalized or attending a seminar?"

After passing through the beautiful and spacious foyer, there is a corridor leading to the activity room at the back of the building. Soon in the corridor, a gentle-looking, kind-hearted old doctor came over and warmly shook hands with Halle who also had a doctor's air , he seemed to be able to recognize the woman in the red dress in front of him as a colleague at the first sight.

Well, if it wasn't for him running around in a white coat with nothing on, Su Ming wouldn't have discovered that he was also a patient right away. old experts.

"Identity cognitive impairment." Harley turned her head and whispered to Su Ming, and then said to the patient with a smile: "Hello, I am a clinical applied psychologist who came to Arkham Sanatorium for exchange and study. My name is Ha Lee Quizell, what should I call you?"

The old man shook his head in disappointment. He tightened the white coat on his body, wrapped it tightly like a restraint suit, and tied it with a shoelace:

"Just call me Old Vic. I'm the medical director of Ellsworth Memorial Hospital. I'm in charge of seeing everyone. Are you sick? Show me?"

"Hehe, we are not sick." Harry shook his head and refused, while looking at the old man: "But I think you are not sick either."

"No, I'm sick, I'm mentally ill." Old Vic shook his head again and again, but turned around and made a gesture of invitation: "If I'm not sick, why am I in this hospital? Oh, Anyway, come to my office and have a cup of tea, I haven't seen a foreign counterpart for a long time."

After speaking, he was going to take everyone to a place, and turned left at a fork in the corridor.

Diana, who was following the two doctors, gestured to Su Ming with her eyes, probably asking if she really wanted to follow a lunatic to the office for tea?

Deathstroke just nodded, indicating that professional things should be done by professionals, just follow Harley. In this kind of place, I am afraid that strangulation's memory reading will be invalid, because God knows what will be in the madman's mind.

Just like Wade, his mind is an amusement park, and there is a pile of miscellaneous garbage, all kinds of chaotic dramas, trying to read the memory from his mind, it is impossible to even think about it.

Carla had never been in a mental hospital, she looked around curiously all the way, even the smell of urine in the air was so novel to her, but she was in a good mood, and she couldn't see the shadow of her previous depression at all.

The old doctor's naked thighs looked very white under the light, but his feet were a bit dirty, and there were some yellow drops of water on the insteps, which might be urine.

But he doesn't look young, and he can be considered as fast as flying when he walks. His thick leg hair is blowing in the wind, which looks very cool.

He quickly led everyone to the door of a house, took out the key from the pocket of his white coat and opened it, and invited everyone to sit in.

It's a.. utility room with a crappy desk and a computer monitor, but no case, so it's just for display.

It can be seen that Old Vic has put a lot of thought into this place, not to mention the photos of many patients pasted on the wall, there is also a thick stack of medical records on the table, or it should be called observation records here.

It's a pity that there is only one chair and one cup in the room, so sitting down and drinking tea is useless.

But he himself didn't seem to be aware of this, he took out a lump of black lacquer from the desk, rubbed some crumbs from it, put it into a cup, and went to get a cup of water from the faucet for washing the mop, I took a big sip by myself.

Su Ming could tell that what he put in just now seemed to be some kind of air-dried fungus, but because it was severely shriveled and deteriorated, he was no longer sure what kind of mushroom it was.

But the refreshing effect was very good, and the old man became visibly excited to the naked eye.

"Okay, since you are not here to be hospitalized, then you are here to observe." After taking a sip of tea, Old Vic pushed the cup towards Harry, motioning for her to take a sip, and at the same time stood up to pick out the medical records: "We have a lot of patients here that are worthy of observation. Do you want to see the patients with pica first? Or the patients with bipolar disorder? We also have patients with **** addiction syndrome here."

Hearing this, Harry's eyes lit up, and he asked Death Knell with his eyes, why don't you stop looking for Reggie and go see a sex-addicted patient first? Maybe it would be fun. !

Su Ming shook his head speechlessly, he didn't want to watch it, because his cousin obviously did it, he was tired of watching it a long time ago, and it was disgusting. ~1

Little Jelly Bean was a little disappointed, she twisted her mouth, but she cleared her throat and asked, "Well, then, Dr. Vic, what disease do you think you are?"

"Are you really Arkham's doctor?" Old Vic took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. Under the thick wine bottle, there was a light of wisdom shining: "My situation should be very serious. Obviously, right? Anyone with a little understanding of psychology should be able to see that I am an exhibitionist, which is commonly known as a sexual psychological disorder.”

As soon as these words came out, Harry's eyes became sharper, and the smile on his face was restrained.

Because she discovered that this old Vic looked crazy, but he was actually sober and could correctly recognize his illness.

So there is a high probability that he is really a doctor, not the identity cognitive disorder he judged before. In doing so, it amounted to a misdiagnosis herself, which made her a little unhappy:

"Are you really the doctor here?"

"Hehe, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I know you may suspect that I have an identity disorder, or anti-social role-playing, or multiple personalities." Old Vic turned around, and he jerked his hand open again. In a white coat, showing off his naked body, after finding that the crowd did not have any emotional fluctuations, he wrapped the white coat tightly again in dismay: "But in fact, I am really a doctor here and a patient at the same time, can we communicate normally now?" ?

"Okay, your symptoms are relatively common, but in this free environment, it seems very interesting." Harry pushed his glasses, and she thought for a few seconds while touching her pointed chin: "Since what we just said Reaction can't provide you with stimulation and pleasure, so for you, it's just business affairs, so I'll just say, we're here looking for Reggie Long, you have this guy here, right?"

"Yes, we have this patient." Old Vic skillfully dug out a medical record and put it on the table for the four of them to read by themselves: "His condition belongs to identity disorder, and bipolar disorder, but it is more What's special is that he always kept repeating a sentence when it was close to twelve o'clock at night..."

"He always said... 'I'm Rorschach, ahah.'"

Harry looked through the medical records and found the target's symptom description. At this moment, she also understood why Deathstroke brought everyone here.