Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 26 Zhou Keer: Mr. Mason’s medicine is so good that I can’t help but want to give him a gift
Mason stayed up all night again, and in the early morning of the next day, with a fairy-like face, he drank a bottle of high-level vitality potion to revive himself instantly. After taking a shower, he rushed to the clinic across the street to work on time.
Of course, I couldn't avoid being scolded by Dr. Leslie.
However, the doctor, who appeared cold on the outside but was warm-hearted on the inside, did not really kick Mason out of the clinic. After all, it was difficult to find an employee who was so proactive.
The doctor also saw the whole process of Mason curing Batman. Although she was not interested in the mysterious alchemy, it was not a bad idea to keep Mason in the clinic.
If he really encounters a patient whom he cannot cure, the pragmatic Dr. Leslie does not mind using powers other than science to cure and save lives.
But today's Gotham is so peaceful that it makes people feel a little at a loss.
After taking care of all the bandaging and dressing work in the entire clinic, Mason was unexpectedly free. He sat in the nurses' lounge, looking at the city outside the window in some confusion.
It shouldn't be!
It had been two days since Batman was attacked.
Why did those guys who attacked Batman still hold their breath? Shouldn't they have immediately unleashed a bloodbath in the city?
"Are you very free?"
Doctor Leslie, who was wearing emergency medical equipment and seemed to be about to enter the operating room, suddenly opened the door and saw Mason slacking off. She raised her eyebrows and said:
"Go clean up and go to the emergency room to help. A patient who needs surgery was just sent in. Can you sew?"
"I've practiced."
Mason immediately stood up and followed.
Thirty minutes later, he and the doctor walked out of the emergency room and were scolded by the doctor:
"Compared to your perfect bandaging skills, your suturing skills are as bad as an intern's! Come with me and I will only teach you once. If you can't learn it again, I will deduct your salary!"
Mason complained in his mind that although the stitching just now did not reach the level of outstanding craftsmanship, it was also an excellent evaluation, and it was impossible to be worse than the intern's.
But when the doctor wanted to teach him something, Mason certainly wouldn't refuse.
I followed them happily and learned for almost an hour, then went to the kitchen to act as a chef until the end of the afternoon. The day passed like this.
Mason, who had learned a lot of new skills, was in a good mood and kept saying that Dr. Leslie was a really good teacher. He carried his suitcase, left the clinic, crossed the street and returned to his cabin.
Before he could even open the door, a small car stopped behind him with a bang.
"You almost hit me!"
Mason frowned and scolded, but as the car door opened and a blonde girl came out, apologizing repeatedly, Mason's anger subsided.
It's not that there is any discrimination.
Mainly, he had to thank the female driver for not killing him.
"why you?"
As the young man opened the shutter of Cooper's shop, he looked at Dr. Harley Quinzel in sportswear in surprise. He said in a strange and somewhat guilty tone:
"Is there something wrong with the medicine? Are you coming to me to complain?"
"No, it's not! No problem!"
Dr. Harley was very excited, but she felt that the street was not a place to talk, so she pushed and pulled Mason into the shop and closed the door. Then she said with joy:
"Your medicine is very effective! I tried it on several of my patients last night. Except for Mr. J who was very resistant, the other patients performed very well last night.
But I have a lot of patients to take care of, so the medicine has run out, so I came to you to get some more."
"Mr. J is resistant? Joker?"
Mason raised his eyebrows, put his suitcase on the counter, unbuttoned his coat, and asked:
"Why is he resisting? Is it because the potion has no effect on him?"
"No, it's very useful. Even too useful."
Doctor Halley's face fell. He said:
“I gave him a palliative first and he said he did feel relieved but the peace of mind made him sick, then he became very manic and I had to give him two doses of a tranquilizer.
The effect is very good.
He soon calmed down.
In fact, even the dean said he had never seen Mr. J so cooperative. I was observing him last night.
He seemed to be resisting the feeling that would relax him.
He resisted sleeping and asked me to get out of his room, so I had no choice but to use the euphoria drug on him again, hoping to make him feel uplifted and happy.
Then……
He banged his head on the toilet in an attempt to commit suicide.”
At this point, Dr. Harley was very frustrated. Her eyes even turned red. She whispered:
"But I know it's not your medication, Mason. Mr. J just doesn't like the kind of positive happiness that would cheer him up. He's a chaos seeker, and the things that make ordinary people happy are the most terrible poison to him.
He hates me.
After he was rescued from his suicide attempt, he asked the dean to change his attending physician. He yelled at me and said he never wanted to see me, a "witch", again.
Mason, do you think I'm really annoying?"
The girl seemed to be struck.
She looked up at Mason pitifully, like a cat asking for a pat. Mason wanted to say something to comfort this poor woman who was abandoned by the clown.
But the next moment, Mason's expression became strange.
Last night, because of the darkness and lighting, he didn't pay much attention to Harley Quinzel's eyes, but it was still dusk, and under the natural light, Mason quickly discovered something strange.
There was an abnormal dullness in Dr. Harley Quinzel's pupils, which reminded him of some symptoms of "charm" and "hypnosis" that he had seen in the Encyclopedia of Potions.
"Come here and sit here!"
Mason pulled a chair over for the female doctor in front of him to sit down. He bent down and looked into her eyes carefully, and said:
"Take off your glasses."
"Hmm? Any questions?"
Harry obediently took off her glasses and blinked her beautiful big blue eyes.
Now Mason could see more clearly. The dullness in her pupils formed a sharp and strange contrast with her entire lively expression on her face.
Mason's brows furrowed even more.
After a moment he reached out and touched the pin on his collar, injecting a little scorching magic into it as sparks flickered faintly from his fingers.
"John, can you hear me?"
The young man asked.
"This thing...is not for you...cross-world...communication!"
After several seconds, Zha Kang's intermittent voice came out. He said:
"Keep your tattoo...close."
Mason leaned his left arm on his collar, and Constantine's voice suddenly became smooth. He said:
"I'm researching this weird curse thing. It should have more uses, such as long-distance magical communication. Why are you looking for my help? I'm busy feeding the 'My Little Pony' you left here.
If none of you want it, I'll give it to Zuckerberg.
This little bastard just chewed up my magic book!"
"Wow, your lapel pin is talking."
Dr. Harley was startled, and her scream instantly perked up Zha Kang. The frivolous fellow whistled and said:
"Hey, there's a girl next to Mason? It should be almost evening over there, right? This is an ambiguous time. Are you in bed?
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
Are you contacting me in this situation because the little bird doesn’t know how to proceed to the next step?
It’s okay, let Brother John teach you.
First, lick your fingers, then put them in..."
"Shut up, John!"
Mason scolded, gave an apologetic smile to Dr. Harley, whose face was flushed, and whispered:
"Help me take a look at this lady in front of me, John. I suspect she has been hypnotized. There are obvious signs of dullness in her pupils. But the strange thing is that her actions and thoughts are not affected at all."
"Isn't that weird badge around your neck vibrating?"
Zha Kang asked, Mason denied it, and then he heard the black magician say impatiently:
"Then it has nothing to do with magic! It should be the spiritual guidance of a skilled hypnotist or the long-term effect of some drugs that can affect the mind. The most likely possibility is that she took too many drugs.
Anyway, give her a pick-me-up!
A single strong stimulus of five times the dose should be enough to break the hypnosis.
Next time, don't bother me with these little things. Of course, if you have a conscience, remember to open your eyes and let me see the 'live broadcast' next time you are with a girl.
That's all.
I only have 98% of my magic left.
Next chat."
The eyeball of the Eye of Hell on Mason's collar closed strangely.
This bizarre scene made Dr. Harley, who was just an ordinary person, widen her eyes. She looked at Mason curiously and wanted to ask him something. But when she thought that the young man in front of her was an alchemist, everything seemed to make sense.
But Harley disagreed with the claim that she was hypnotized. She put on her gold-rimmed glasses and refuted in a very academic tone:
"I have a doctorate in psychology, Mason. I can confirm whether I was hypnotized. Your suspicion is totally unreasonable!"
"Yeah?"
Mason curled his lips, slammed five bottles of stimulant on the counter, and said to Harley Zequiel:
"Then drink them all to prove it. I have to make the potion you want, which will take several hours. You can help me watch the store.
Don't bother me in the basement."
With that, the young man rolled up his sleeves, walked toward the basement with his suitcase, and slammed the door.
Dr. Harley, who was left in the store, looked at the five bottles of stimulants in front of her. She was a little hesitant, but since she had confirmed last night that Mason's potion had no side effects, she might as well be free now.
She walked up to the counter and pretended to be the owner of the shop, then unscrewed the cork and took a sip.
The stimulant is a potion specially used to boost the spirit. Its effect is simpler than the vitality potion, but also much stronger. This potion with a strong mint flavor made Harley Quinzel feel like she had swallowed a mental bomb as soon as she took a sip. The stimulating feeling went straight into her heart, and she shivered several times before she reacted.
"Comfortable!"
The female doctor grinned and felt full of energy. All her fatigue was swept away, and even her mind seemed to be much clearer.
She glanced at the remaining four bottles of potion again, then reached for the second one.
Three hours later, when Mason walked out of the basement with a small box of potions he had just made, he saw Harley Quinzel lying on a chair behind the counter, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Even her shoes were kicked off and she was curled up as if she was "broken".
Five empty bottles of stimulants were thrown at her feet, and her exquisite gold-rimmed glasses were also thrown on the counter. Her hair, which had been formally tied up, was let down and draped over her shoulders.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Mason asked.
Dr. Harley didn't say anything but curled herself up tighter.
After several seconds, she buried her head in her arms and said:
“I was indeed hypnotized, God…I was hypnotized by Mr. J and I didn’t even realize it…The villain has been tempting me to think in his crazy way.
Trying to turn me into a lunatic like him... I'm such a fool.
Ivy was constantly reminding me, even Clayface was reminding me, but I was completely oblivious.
Almost!
I was just one step away from being unable to turn back.
I naively thought that I was just very tired during this period and so I liked to daydream. I thought that the occasional wild thoughts of wanting to smash something that occasionally burst out from my heart were just due to stress.
No!
no……
He is transforming me!
That villain is using his ideas to transform me!"
“But now that you are awake, having fortunately escaped the dark cage set for you by a madman, you have truly realized how dangerous your patient is.
Perhaps this will make you more rational when choosing your career goals in the future.”
Mason shrugged , put the box full of medicine in his hand on the table in front of Dr. Harley, and said:
"These potions should be enough for your patients to use for a week, and I would like you to help me record how they take effect and how effective they are for different conditions.
If you trust me, I will have more magic potions for your patients to use later."
"Why are you helping them?"
Dr. Harley's mood was a little unstable at the moment. She asked with her red eyes wide open:
"You know they are all serious criminals! They are not good people!"
"I think your definition of 'help' is a little off. I'm using them for drug experiments right now, Harry."
Mason replied dimly.
This sentence blocked all of Dr. Harley's questions.
"You are a professional psychiatrist. Zhou Ke'er couldn't have hypnotized you with just words. He must have used some drugs that could interfere with mental thinking."
The young man took a look at Harley Quinzel's current state, stroking his chin and saying:
"I'm very interested in those drugs. Would you allow me to come to your workplace for a while? Perhaps you need a personal consultant? One who doesn't work but provides medical advice and special treatments."
Harley immediately understood what Mason meant. She rubbed her head and said:
“You’re still the first person to volunteer to be an assistant at Arkham Asylum, but maybe I do need an alchemist friend to protect me so that this shit doesn’t happen again.
I will have to deal with Mr. J in the future.
I can't go near him without your help, but Mason, I don't have the money to pay you."
"It doesn't matter, just think of it as a public welfare action."
The young man smiled.
Reaching out to pull up Dr. Harley Quinzel, who might never become "Harley Quinn" again in this life, Harley was silent for a moment as she looked at Mason's sunny and gentle smile.
The young man in front of her, who was ten years younger than her, formed a sharp contrast with Mr. J, who was like a devil in her mind, baring his fangs and emitting a sinister laugh.
She whispered a thank you and went to the bathroom to clean her face.
A few minutes later, the two of them rode in Harley's car to the outskirts of the city. The world-famous insane asylum was just outside the city. When they arrived at this eerie place, Mason got out of the car and called the Kite Man.
"No, we'll meet at midnight tonight when I'm done."
Mason complained on the phone:
"Those bastards who attacked Batman are waiting in vain. Seeing that Batman is about to recover but still hasn't shown up, they probably want to postpone this destruction operation.
We can no longer expect those idiots in the Assassin's League to stir up chaos so that we can take advantage of the situation.
Let’s do it tonight!
Go to Wayne Industries' medical warehouse and steal the vaccine. Catwoman will keep Batman steady to give us enough time and opportunity."
"Okay, Boss, I'll get ready now."
The kite man responded confidently, and then asked:
"But you seem busy now? Where are you, Boss? Do you want me to pick you up?"
"I was touring Arkham Asylum."
Mason followed Dr. Harley into the dark building in front of him and said:
"I just got a lost soul back from Mr. Zhou Ke'er, which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. I'm planning to go talk to your former boss now.
Charles, do you want me to give him a message for you?"
"Let that psychopath die."
The kite flyer said with disgust:
"I don't want to have anything to do with him in my life. Boss, you better be careful. Zhou Ke'er is a real lunatic. If he smiles at you, it means he wants to do something bad to you.
Don't bother talking to him anymore, shoot him immediately!
Don't hit it crooked.
Trust me, the whole world will thank you for it.”
