Chapter 148: The Mysterious Case of a Rainy Night (3)

Chapter 148: The Mysterious Case of a Rainy Night (3)

When Schiller returned to the interrogation room, Gordon and Batman were not with him anymore. Copperpot's wet clothes had been removed and Mona was closing the door. Upon seeing Schiller, she said, "You're the doctor, sir? The boy seems to be quite traumatized. I tried to change his clothes earlier, but he struggled too much and almost bit me."

"Thank you, madam. You've done enough. He's a bit agitated now, so I'm going to take him to the hospital."

"Well, you better hurry. He's getting tired now, and he shouldn't resist as much."

Schiller entered the gate and found Copperpot sitting in a corner with a new coat on. He was silent, and Schiller called Brand on the phone. "Send an ambulance to fetch a patient."

"What kind of patient needs an ambulance? Doesn't he have his own fancy car?"

"He's a real patient, not one of the gang bosses who went in and out of prison on parole."

"What's his condition? I'll have the nursing room ready."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe something else too. Prepare some sedatives, and I'll explain more when I get there."

Soon, Copperpot was strapped to a stretcher and taken away in an ambulance. Schiller paid no attention to his struggles.

When they arrived at the hospital, Brand greeted them. He was wearing a white coat and had obviously been busy until now. He said, "Oh my god, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I had graduated in finance."

"Don't celebrate too soon. If I tell you that he's an important witness in the Falcone family's inheritance case, will you still feel relaxed?"

Brand's face fell, and he cursed under his breath. "I knew it. Nothing good ever happens in this godforsaken place."

"He's in a severe state of agitation and can hardly communicate. First, give him some sedatives, and we'll see how he is tomorrow."

Schiller returned to his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and changed into his doctor's attire. When he entered Copperpot's hospital room, Copperpot's hands were tied to the bed rails, and his limbs were twitching. He was red-faced, his eyes were bulging, and he was making a constant panting sound.

A nurse came over and said, "Doctor, he's too agitated. We've released his muscle restriction. If this continues, it will cause serious joint damage."

"Start with the sedatives," Schiller said calmly. He bent down and checked Copperpot's eyelids. He found that he couldn't focus his gaze, and his face was very congested.

Schiller called two more nurses to hold Copperpot down, and Brand came in. "I haven't seen a case of acute stress disorder this severe in a long time. What's wrong with him?"

Brand carefully examined Copperpot and found injuries on his neck and shoulders. "Has he been abused?"

"Most likely, and it's been going on for a while. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so severe. He may have other mental disorders, and genetic disorders are not impossible."

"What about his relatives? Is there any medical history we can refer to?"

"His left ankle joint has been severely traumatized, and his right arm is also broken. Just treating these injuries alone may take some time."

"If his excitement state breaks out again later, we will not be able to treat his injuries at all, and I do not recommend using an excessive amount of sedatives for him again. He is too young, and his brain may not be able to handle it."

Schiller touched his forehead, he said, "This is really troublesome. Can we contact his mother? I want to investigate his medical history."

Victor shook his head and said, "It's difficult. His mother's mental state is also not normal. When I went there last time, she almost chased me out with a broom. If you want to investigate, you can only go to his house."

"Okay..." Schiller finally arranged, "Brand, you first take the time to treat his external injuries, and Victor and I will go to his house to see what's going on."

After leaving, Schiller and Victor sat in the car. Victor said while driving, "Actually, you surprised me a little. I thought you were the kind of doctor who doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs."

"You don't have to put it so politely. I know, you think I'm the kind of person who won't save lives if the money is not in place."

Victor coughed awkwardly, and Schiller sat in the passenger seat, placing the umbrella next to the seat, and then tightened his coat and said, "Actually, what you think is right. Most of the time, I am like that."

"However, the entire class at that vocational school can only write the words I know, and if he goes crazy, I'm afraid I will be driven crazy by that dog-like font."

Victor held the steering wheel, smiled and didn't turn his head, and said, "I think you are tough on the outside but tender on the inside, pretending to be an unscrupulous doctor, but in fact, you still have sympathy."

"I'll say it again. I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a mediocre doctor."

The car turned and twisted into a narrow alley next to Living Hell. When the two got out of the car, Schiller poked the broken stones on the roadside with the tip of the umbrella and said, "It seems that the renovation area of Living Hell is still too small, and this place is still so dirty and messy."

"It's actually not bad," Victor looked around and said, "Before, cars couldn't even come in here, now it's much better."

The two entered a dark corridor and walked up two floors. Victor knocked on the door and asked, "Mrs. Copperpot, are you there?"

"Are you sure she'll answer you? As far as I know, some mentally ill patients are unable to take care of themselves."

"Should be able to. When Mrs. Copperpot doesn't have an attack, she just has some muscle spasms." Victor explained while continuing to knock on the door, but after a long time, there was no response. Victor frowned and said, "What's going on?"

With no response, Victor could only say, "Something might have happened. We'll go around to the Rooftop on the opposite side and enter from the balcony. That's all we can do."

The two went around the corridor, went out the door at the end of the same floor corridor, came to the terrace, and after walking around in a circle, came to the next balcony. Then they climbed into Mrs. Copperpot's balcony.

Then, they saw from outside the window that Mrs. Copperpot's house was in a mess, as if there had just been a fight and Mrs. Copperpot was nowhere to be found.