American comic book police officer survival manual

Chapter 54 Brain CT

"Beep beep beep..."

Late at night, sirens blared incessantly as a large number of police cars surrounded the hospital.

"Lucius, how's the situation at the hospital?"

"It's nothing. The scarecrow that released the poison gas has been caught. There may be other poison gas remaining in the hospital, so we need to check carefully."

While in his hospital room, Lucius, whose wounds were being bandaged by Pamela, held his phone and communicated with Prosecutor Harvey, who had been awakened, about the situation at the scene.

"The scarecrow has been caught? Did you do it?? He's in the hospital now?!"

Upon hearing that the culprit had been arrested, Harvey, who had been awakened by a phone call from Sheriff Gordon, put on his clothes, his words filled with excitement.

"No, it's Batman, it has nothing to do with me. All the ventilation systems in the hospital are already on, we just need to find the remaining unused sources of toxic gas."

"What? Batman?"

Why would Batman go to the hospital so late at night?

"What's the situation on the ground? Do we need more support?"

"I don't think that's necessary, but you might need to free up more beds at Arkham. The victims here don't have external injuries, but their mental state isn't very good."

"Okay...I understand. Everyone in the hospital affected by the gas will receive free treatment. I will guarantee that, including you, Lucius."

Although he won't be on the front lines as often as Gotham police officers, Harvey will protect Gotham and uphold the rights of every citizen in his own way.

"Me? Okay..."

Lucius initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the little girl nodding repeatedly, he realized that if he didn't accept Prosecutor Harvey's offer, he might not be able to put Pamela at ease.

"Hopefully, this incident won't lead to anything unpleasant."

After hanging up the phone, Harvey gazed at the deep night, a sense of unease still lingering in his heart.

It is all too common in Gotham for a sinner's mistake to lead to the emergence of more dangerous individuals among the victims.

The line between victim and perpetrator is often very thin...

"Arkham needs to increase its workload, and hopefully there won't be any more destabilizing elements among these victims."

Picking up the phone he had just put down, Harvey dialed several numbers in quick succession, mobilizing every resource at his disposal...

Meanwhile, at Gotham University Hospital, in a deserted ward.

A middle-aged man with graying hair was struggling to breathe by the bedside.

"No... Nora... No!! You won't leave me... You'll get better..."

Painful whimpers and sobs accompanied the man's trembling, incoherent words, his mind suffering severe trauma from the effects of the poison gas.

"No... absolutely not, I won't let those terrible things happen... absolutely not!"

As the fear-inducing gas dissipated, the man's unfocused pupils gradually sharpened, but the emotions in his eyes grew increasingly frantic.

He had to do something... even if it meant violating experimental ethics!

He abruptly opened the dusty file folder and began to write furiously, trying to win back his wife, who was on her deathbed, in his own way.

On his desk, a neglected potted plant, the Black-eyed Susan, had quietly and completely withered and died...

......

The next day, Arkham Asylum.

Gotham's best and largest mental hospital has once again welcomed a new batch of victims who fear poison gas.

After seeing countless patients who were still shaken by the experience, Harlin finally spotted the guy she wanted to see in the waiting crowd.

"Lucius, it's your turn."

With a smile, Harlin tapped on the wall, her slightly haggard face seemingly regaining its spirits.

Despite wearing a white coat, Harlin, a psychiatrist and psychologist, dressed in a manner that belies her profession.

The short white shirt barely covered her waist, and the buttons, seemingly deliberately left undone, revealed the northern scenery of the woman's round, full breasts.

She wore a simple pair of denim shorts, revealing a pair of long, alluring legs that drew the attention of countless patients.

"Are doctors really allowed to wear these kinds of gowns?"

Lucius, who considers himself to be mentally sound, has been brought to Arkham for the second time. The last time, it was because Sheriff Gordon gave him a membership card, and this time it was because Prosecutor Harvey covered his medical expenses.

Facing Harleen once again as a patient, Lucius's state of mind was quite peculiar.

"Normal doctors and nurses obviously can't dress like this, but I can!"

She grinned and opened her neatly dressed white coat, as if Harlin's carefully prepared attire was just for this moment.

She waved to Pamela, who was waiting outside, then smiled and closed the consultation room door...

What kind of questionnaire will we be doing this time?

Sitting on the patient's small stool for the second time, Lucius prepared to answer Harleen's question with practiced ease.

"No questionnaire is needed this time; I need to conduct a thorough physical examination on you."

Harlin casually crossed her legs and kept clenching her pen, making a "click-clack" sound.

"examine?"

I don't think this step was included in the previous process, right?

Looking at Harleen strangely, Lucius didn't think there was any need to examine his body.

With the help of traditional Chinese medicine, the wound on the officer's back no longer affects his mobility, and the new wound on his wrist last night has begun to heal.

Are there any neurological or psychological issues that require special attention?

"Honestly, the last survey revealed some issues, and just to be on the safe side, I think you'd better get it checked out."

Her expression turned serious, but Harlin's words still made Lucius suspicious.

real or fake?

He increasingly felt that beneath this seemingly proper and elegant doctor's beautiful exterior lay a wild and mad soul...

Ah, he was probably forced into it by those guys in the Arkham Siege.

Recalling his breakdown during the forced medication last night, Lucius no longer doubted Harleen's mental state.

It's normal to go a little crazy after working for a long time, especially in Gotham, doing this kind of high-pressure and busy job...

What tests do I need to do?

"A brain CT scan and an MRI will suffice. The CT scan is quick, and the results will be available immediately. The MRI, however, may take a while, with the report coming out in a few days."

Harleen rose gracefully and led Lucius to the machine, gesturing for the officer to lie down.

"Don't worry, the two tests won't take much time. I've already booked the machines for you, so you just need to get them done."

While operating the CT scanner, Harleen explained the procedure to Lucius, moving slowly with her legs repeatedly tracing back and forth beside his head...

Her fair, jade-like skin almost filled Lucius's entire field of vision as she swayed. No matter how he turned his eyes, he could see those long legs that would make nine out of ten girls jealous.

Well, doctors and nurses would never normally show their thighs; they should wear long pants.

Having confirmed this again, and even faintly feeling the warmth emanating from Harleen's thighs, Lucius calmed his mind and silently breathed in the fragrance emanating from Harleen.

Not sensing any change in the other person's breathing, Harleen finished the examination with a hint of disappointment and patted Lucius's arm to signal him to get up.

"How did it go?"

The two tests took less than an hour, and it appears that Harlin already has the CT report in her hands.

The doctor holding the paper report glanced at it casually, and his expression changed slightly.

"what?"

As Harleen's expression gradually turned serious, Lucius felt a sudden unease.

"What's wrong?"

Have you recently...injured your head?

Staring at the image on the drawing, Harlin subconsciously zoomed in on the report to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Has there been any brain injury or memory loss?"

"What?"

Before he could react, Lucius instinctively asked a question.

But after he finally understood what Harlin was saying...