The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 73 25. Let’s solemnly welcome the next victim of the evil alchemist Mason: Zhou Keer! [850]

(Additional update for the brothers of "The Insolence of Midsummer")

Dr. Harley Quinzel finally decided to stay in Mason's shop for a while, and not just because the too-young shopkeeper was kind enough to waive the cost of her medicine.

What's more important is that she did drink a little too much at the colleagues' party, and staggering all the way here is already an extraordinary performance.

As an intern working in Arkham Asylum, work pressure is bound to exist and is generally much greater than that of neurologists elsewhere.

It is indeed a good choice to relax with a drink after get off work.

But now, Harley felt that she had found a more effective alternative to relieve stress than alcohol, such as the golden potion that Mason placed in front of her, which made people feel happy just by smelling it.

"Come on, let's give it a try."

Mason took the elixir off the counter, took a dose with a medicine spoon, put it into Harley's water, and made a "please" gesture to her.

Of course, as an excellent psychology expert, Ms. Harley was vigilant enough even when she was drunk. She picked up the water glass, sniffed it and glanced suspiciously at Mason, who was full of expectations.

she says:

"There's nothing illegal here, right?"

"That's a good question. Girls should learn to protect themselves outside."

Mason leaned on his counter, folded his arms and said:

"But let's think about it with Miss Harley's wisdom. Would an upright Gotham City Police Chief recommend his colleagues to come to a place where filth and evil are hidden?

You know Gordon, right?

You know what kind of person he is, and the stores he can actively recommend should be as strong as his moral integrity. Of course, I won't be angry if you don't drink.

This is just a friendly alchemist who wants to show his colleagues in the scientific field the magic of mysticism, so that we can move on to the next topic more smoothly."

"What you said makes sense."

Harry shook his head, which was a little dazed due to drunkenness, picked up the water glass, raised it to Mason, and said:

"Well, cheers to alchemy or whatever."

After saying that, she drank all the water in the cup.

This action has a hint of the boldness of a drunkard.

Then, the drunken girl blinked her eyes and felt a surge of excitement rising from the bottom of her heart that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

It feels like the joy I felt when I practiced gymnastics since I was a child and reached the national finals. It also feels like the sense of mission and accomplishment I felt when I entered society after graduating from medical school.

It was like all the good things in the past life were awakened at this moment, shattering the haze in my heart with one punch and bringing the simplest and purest happiness back to myself.

"I feel like I want to sing and dance now"

Dr. Zequiel covered his heart and said to Mason with flushed cheeks:

"Is this normal? Or is it some kind of 'magical side effect'?"

"It's normal."

Mason rubbed his chin and said:

"But to be able to reach this level of happiness in such a short period of time, it seems that you are really depressed. I heard that many doctors at Arkham Asylum could not stand the working environment and left their jobs. Is it really that bad?"

"Aside from being really bad, everything else is okay."

Driven by the excitement in her heart, she began to complain to Mason:

"You know that the mildest patients in Arkham have the most severe hallucinations, schizophrenia and antisocial personality are standard there, and there are many weird and unique specimens.

In the field of psychology and psychiatry, Arkham Asylum is simply a 'holy place' for practitioners. As a doctor who works in a holy place, what else can I complain about?"

"It does sound interesting."

Mason looked at Hallie Zequiel, who seemed to be cheerful all of a sudden, and said:

"So based on your professional knowledge, is the drug I just provided you that can cheer up the spirit and produce positive happiness useful to your patients?"

"Well."

The young man's question immediately stopped Dr. Harley.

She stopped where she was and frowned, taking a closer look at her current state.

As a professional psychiatrist, she can easily tell the difference between the chaotic happiness brought by chemical drugs and the positive and uplifting feeling that fills the soul at this time.

But she couldn't draw conclusions easily, so she said:

"I need to confirm that this magical potion is not addictive, and why are you asking this question?"

"Because I'm doing my own experiments too, Dr. Harley."

Mason took out several potions of different colors and shapes from the counter and placed them in front of the doctor. He introduced them from left to right:

"Joy potions, sedatives, palliatives, refreshing potions, confusion potions, and the most exaggerated potions, these are the same series of magic potions. Their common feature is that they all work on people's emotional and mental states.

.

The vitality potion that you and Gordon took before also falls into this category, but it is effective instantly, while the potions I took out are all medium to long-term effective.

Take for example the elation potion you just drank.

I only gave you one-third of the normal dose, but it can still keep you feeling positive and happy for four hours."

The young man said in a very professional alchemist tone to Dr. Harley Quinzel, who was stunned for a moment:

"I have tested the effects of these potions on ordinary and normal people, but I still lack some strong evidence to prove that my potions can be effective for individuals in any situation.

What I mean is people with very extreme emotional and mental disorders, also known as 'psychopaths'.

Where better to do that than with Arkham’s regular guests?”

"Shua"

Harley is completely sober.

She took a few steps back warily, looked at young Mason with the eyes of a villain, then grabbed something in her handbag and said fiercely:

"You want to experiment on my patients? Do you think I will help you? Do you know that this is against doctor's ethics!"

"I know, I just don't care."

Mason leaned on the counter and shrugged, saying:

"Because Arkham Asylum is a testing ground for new drugs for Wayne Industries' medical department. The whole Gotham, no, the whole country has long known about it.

When the Metropolitan Daily Planet has no news to write, it will publish a few real-time interviews and scold you.

I also heard Gordon say that you will also cooperate with some government departments to select those hopeless prisoners in the lunatic asylum to conduct some "inhumane" experiments.

If I remember correctly, that project was called ‘Suicide Squad’.”

Mason's words made Dr. Harley's face darken. It was obvious that she knew some dark inside stories about Arkham Asylum.

But she still shook her head and refused and said:

"That's the behavior of a superior, and I can't control it. But at least I can control my own hands. I won't cooperate with you in using these medicines without production dates, or even specific formulas and precautions on my patients!

Although I admit it does work."

"Well, you are a doctor with medical ethics, I admire you very much."

Mason nodded and seemed to give up, but the next moment, he changed the subject, took out his ID card from Dr. Leslie's Clinic, waved it, and said:

"As you can see, I am actually a nursing practitioner. My superiors in the clinic often tell me that a doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, and that being able to cure patients is the most basic professional ethics of a doctor.

If you can have problems with even the most basic operations, then no matter how good your medical ethics are, you are still a quack.

So Dr. Harley, I have to ask you a question.

How many patients have you treated in the long time you've been working at Arkham Asylum? Or, to extend it, how many patients have been discharged alive from Arkham Asylum since its establishment?

Although Arkham Asylum is not the 'famous' St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital in history, I think there is no difference between the two in terms of treatment efficiency.

They are all offices of the devil from hell on earth.”

Harley Quinzel was stumped by this question.

Generally speaking, patients who can be sent to Arkham have little hope of being discharged. Being sent there means life imprisonment, and even her doctor thinks so.

Cure your own patients?

What a joke!

On her first day at work, the director told her that her job and that of all doctors was to ensure that the patient's condition would not worsen.

There was no mention of treatment at all.

If the patients in Arkham were so easily cured, the place would not have become a "holy place" in the dual fields of criminal psychology and psychiatric science.

When she was silent, Mason spoke again:

"I know that in the field of psychiatric science, you 'scientific alchemists' also use chemically synthesized drugs to treat patients' mental disorders.

So in terms of methodology, there is actually no difference between the two of us.

At least I can guarantee that my potions are extracted from pure natural substances and contain absolutely no harmful substances.

Of course, if you insist on a formula and an FDA license, I can't get one for you. But Dr. Harley, do you want to be a quack with medical ethics?

Or do you want to fulfill the oath you made to your patients when you became a doctor?

After all, modern medicine has proven that you can't cure Arkham's patients, so why not draw some inspiration from ancient wisdom?

Just think of it as giving your patients a chance, and also giving yourself a chance."

The young man curled his lips and whispered:

"How much worse can it be? Their situation can't get any worse, and you know that. Otherwise."

Mason unscrewed the cork of the demulcent bottle that he had finally prepared and put a drop into his mouth in front of Dr. Harley.

As the medicine flowed into his throat, he quickly felt his mind calm down quickly, and his emotions quickly eased to the most peaceful state.

He said:

"I drink a little of all the medicines before giving them to you to prove that they are harmless and only require one trial, just like the process used by Wayne Industries' pharmaceutical department to test new medicines.

If it doesn't work, I'll apologize to you.

If they work, I can make these drugs available to you long-term to help your patients while completing my trial.

Other than that, I won’t take any money from you.”

"I"

Harley was said to be tempted.

She thought of a patient friend of hers. Ever since she joined Arkham Asylum, she had been witnessing the poor man struggling with an uncontrollable desire for destruction.

She really wanted to help the girl who was about the same age as herself.

"Okay, I can try, but only this time!"

Harley Quinzel gritted her teeth, glared at Mason, looked at the various potions in front of her, and asked:

"How to use these things?"

“Very well matched.”

Mason immediately showed a very friendly and gentle smile, patiently explained the usage, and then watched the doctor leave with the medicine.

He is very confident in his potion,

Because wizards in the world of Hogwarts have a long history of using these drugs to treat mental illness, this is ancient wisdom that has stood the test of time.

"I wonder if Zhou Keer can still go crazy after drinking a bottle of sedatives and palliatives every day?"

Mason lay on the counter and thought maliciously:

"If I can cure that bastard, maybe Batman will give me a one-ton solid gold medal? Of course, even if I can't cure it, there's nothing to lose, since it's no one else who suffers.

For what that bastard has done, using him as a guinea pig is an advantage."

——

Dr. Harley soon returned to Arkham Asylum.

The vitality potion kindly gifted by Mason is very effective and keeps her energetic even when she stays up late at work.

However, she was not a fool who would let others play with her. Before actually giving these potions to patients, she took them to find her "good friend" in Arkham.

"Ivy."

Harley walked into a single "VIP" ward and said to the slender figure sitting cross-legged with her back to her and facing the green wall:

"How are you today?"

"If you think it's normal for me to be eager to burn down all the chemical plants and nature-destroying bastards in Gotham, then I have to admit that I'm having a great time today."

A hoarse voice with a hint of mania answered Dr. Harley's question.

The latter sighed and walked forward without being as fearful as the other doctors. She took out the potion in her arms and placed it next to the patient who was marked as "extremely dangerous".

She whispered:

"Ivy, I need your ability to sense toxins to do me a favor and help me see if these drugs are harmful?"

"Another miserable compound?"

A woman with long fiery red hair but weird green skin and unique scales said in disgust:

"I told you, Harley, these pathetic industrial products are of no use to anyone in this prison, and everyone here deserves to die!

including me."

"Just think of it as doing me a favor, Ivy."

Dr. Harley, who had always been very cold and independent in front of outsiders, begged like a coquettish person in front of her good friends.

The dangerous patient sighed and seemed unable to refuse this request, so he picked up the medicine bottle containing the palliative and twisted it open under his nostrils and took a sniff.

"Huh? The fragrance of plants is extracted and boiled using a unique method, and some power I don't understand is used to enhance the healing effects of the plants used as materials.

Not adulterated with even a trace of the disgusting chemical products of modern industry.

It comes from nature.

This is a gift from nature, no doubt about it!”

The tone of the green-skinned woman who was full of disgust for everything became extremely soft at this moment.

She held the potion in her hand and said:

"Harry, it is not only harmless but also full of wisdom. Just smelling this pure, natural and pollution-free fragrance makes me intoxicated. Tell me!

Where did you find these goodies?

I can feel it working for me.

Yes, the consciousness left in the plant tells me that it can soothe my anger and mania."

The next moment, Dr. Harley didn't even have time to stop him when he saw his good friend raised his head and drank most of the medicine in the bottle. It was like drinking the most mellow wine, and he even let out a hoarse and comfortable moan.

After just ten seconds, this patient with severe mania and a terrifying antisocial personality calmed down.

She opened her eyes.

Those green, jewel-like pupils have never been so calm.

She looked at Harry who was full of surprise with gratitude and said:

"Thank you, Harley. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long time, and I think I'll have a good night's sleep tonight."

A few minutes later, Dr. Harley closed the door of the ward very gently and looked into the room again.

My good friend, the top villain in Gotham known as "Poison Ivy", was lying on the bed and sleeping quietly like a baby, with the corners of her seductive mouth even curling up into a smile.

Dr. Harley doesn't know what Poison Ivy was dreaming about.

But she was certain that it was definitely not a dream of destroying all the heavy industries in Gotham City and burning the villains who disrespected nature with fire from the sky.

"Is it really that magical?"

Dr. Harley looked at the medicine bottle in her hand in surprise. She pursed her lips and decided to try again. Then she quickly came to another single VIP ward.

Through the iron door, she said to the thin figure inside who was playing cards with his back to her with a strange and joyful sharp laugh that even she was not aware of:

"Hi, Mr. J, I brought you something good for your physical and mental health."

"Ha, my baby Harley, you brought me Batman?"

The guy in the iron gate made a joke, which made Dr. Harley laugh.

But she shook her head seriously as if flirting, and said while opening the iron door:

"Of course it's not that Batman who only makes people sick, but it is indeed good for your physical and mental health. Promise me, you must take your medicine tonight."

(End of chapter)