American comic book police officer survival manual

Have you recently suffered a brain injury?

Seeing Lucius's obviously strange expression, Harleen suddenly felt like brushing his hair aside to check.

As a police officer, it's inevitable that you'll get caught in the crossfire of fights in Gotham and get injured.

Head injuries can lead to memory loss or other unpleasant symptoms.

From the previous questionnaire, Harleen discovered that Lucius was extremely lacking in basic knowledge about cities such as Gotham and Metropolis, yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

This is quite strange for a police officer.

The CT scan report confirmed Harleen's earlier suspicions.

"I... I did suffer a head injury... it was the night I was transferred to Gotham."

After frowning and repeatedly considering the situation, Lucius finally dared to slowly state this established fact that had already occurred.

"Is the problem with your head serious?"

"No, you look much better now. Do you have any memory problems? Brain damage can be permanent and difficult to detect simply from CT scans."

She shook her head slightly; this was precisely what puzzled Harleen.

The wound didn't look like a simple injury, yet it had already healed considerably, and even Lucius himself didn't seem to have many mental problems.

Compared to some patients who go to extremes at the slightest provocation, this police officer is practically a superman!

Shouldn't he have some kind of aftereffects of a concussion?

"Are you sure you have no problems with your memory?"

"Maybe... a little bit..."

With her somewhat strange origins, Lucius felt uneasy in Harlin's presence.

Using brain trauma to explain the loss of past memories is clearly a good reason, and even the body did suffer a fatal blow.

But Lucius felt he had to be careful around Harleen.

If his performance does not match the doctor's assessment, could it lead to other problems?

"That's strange, why didn't you mention this last time?"

Does it mean you don't trust me?

As a doctor, Harlin felt that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding something.

This was no minor injury, yet the patient didn't bring it up, which must mean something special happened.

"It's a bit embarrassing... The night before I started working for the Gotham Police Department, I got hit twice by some ordinary thugs... At the time, I felt like I had forgotten a lot of things, but later I found that life seemed pretty much the same, not many problems. I thought I was almost back to normal."

Without changing his expression, Lucius took over the conversation and asked:

Is there a way to treat this?

"...It's hard to say."

Staring at the report, Harlin's tone was also very uncertain:

"Perhaps your memory will gradually return over time? Brain trauma is too complex to be assessed at this time."

"But the CT scan shows that your wound seems to be healing gradually. If you don't have severe headaches or similar aftereffects, I can only suggest that you observe it for a while."

Putting down the report, Harlin thought the current condition was very strange.

Given the head injury this officer sustained, he should have been in considerable pain, yet his life seems largely unaffected...

"Of course, if you need some related medications, I can help you choose, but the effects may not be guaranteed."

"No, I feel fine now."

"Okay, I suggest you have a follow-up examination after some time; maybe we can find a way to recover. Also, feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything."

After writing down some precautions to take during the brain recovery period, Harleen saw Lucius out of the room, then waved solemnly at Pamela and whispered something to her.

"Lucius, is your injury serious?"

"No, I don't think it will affect our party in a few days."

Party?

Upon hearing an interesting word, Harlin's eyes lit up, and an expression of great interest immediately appeared on her face.

Are there any parties or events going on recently? Should we go and try to bump into each other?

"Doctor, it's my turn."

"Oh, sorry."

Snapping out of her reverie, Harlin looked at the approaching patient, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

"What's your name, beautiful lady?"

"Selena."

After removing her mask and confirming that Lucius was gone, the woman's legs finally felt better, and the unusual flush on her face subsided slightly.

"It seems the fear of the poison gas is causing you great distress. What specific symptoms are you experiencing?"

Looking in the direction Selena was gazing, and seeing Lucius's back, Harleen suddenly found it amusing.

This patient should also be one of the group brought in last night, namely the victims of the fear gas.

But why does she seem to be terrified of Lucius?

Selena, dressed in a long gown, nervously touched the ring on her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly spoke:

"Doctor, I'm having a lot of strange fantasies..."

"Many patients who have been afflicted by the 'poisonous gas of fear' experience similar symptoms. Could you elaborate? What kind of hallucinations are they about?"

As soon as she spoke, she received a strange look from Serena. Harlin shrugged and spoke calmly:

"I'm just a doctor. Different patients' psychological traumas may stem from different experiences, requiring targeted guidance and psychological comfort."

"...It concerns my profession, so I can't go into details, but...it's about a fantasy of failing at work and then being humiliated by a certain man..."

Finally, she revealed her problem. Selena's body trembled slightly, as if she had fallen into the side effects of the poison gas again.

"Um...may I ask about your partner? You seem to be experiencing more stress than anything else..."

"I'm sorry, I can't say."

Her face flushed, and Serena instinctively squeezed her legs together, a hint of embarrassment showing on her elegant face.

"Okay! Relax, I didn't mean any offense."

Having roughly determined the patient's condition, Harlin raised her hand, feeling rather puzzled.

The patient's condition is so abnormal now, could it all be caused by Lucius?

Recalling their earlier encounter, Harlin suddenly became curious about the patient's profession.

Could it be that being colleagues with Lucius is the reason for this strange reaction?

"The specific phenomenon only occurs when you come into contact with that person? In that case, could you consider avoiding him for a while and waiting until you've fully recovered before making any further moves?"

"But..."

The trauma of last night was too severe; even now, Selena still can't forget the feeling that made her feel weak all over.

The specially amplified poison gas caused even the usually resilient Selena to suffer severe aftereffects.

Especially after she took the antidote last night, the maddening and agonizing fear gradually dissipated... replaced by something that made Selena's very soul tremble...

sweet...

Overwhelmed by intense emotions and sensory stimulation that could melt anyone, Selena couldn't believe that the fear of the poison gas had put her mind in such a terrible state!

"Sometimes I even feel..."

"Will it?"

"It can feel like an electric shock or even incontinence..."

"oh..."

With a sudden realization, Harlin looked at Selena with immense pity.

What an amazing beauty, how could she have gotten into such a terrible situation...

"It seems you really need some emotional support and therapy..."

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