Chapter 816 Red Hood (10)

A truck speeds past in the rainy night, the water splashing down like a waterfall, and the rumble of tires pressing through puddles is louder than thunder in the sky.

All the children were grabbing what they could with a look of horror on their faces, packed together like sardine cans being transported on an assembly line.

Jason also grabbed the cushion with one hand and said, "You're crazy! Bruce! You're crazy! Not only did you break the rules, you may have injured a gang member. They will kill us." of!"

"You haven't learned anything at all!" Jason raised his voice and said, "You can leave here easily, but these people can't, and neither can I..."

"As long as you take off your hood, no one will dare to embarrass you. That's what you think, right? Even as long as you reveal your identity, no one will dare to embarrass us. They will send us away in a good voice..."

Jason closed his eyes and said with a trembling tone: "But in Gotham, we can't live by mercy. You pity us and want to save these children, but in the end you can't save anyone..."

Bruce drove in silence, saying nothing. Jason looked at his face, but only saw the light of the streetlight sliding across his hood for a moment, like the sunset in Gotham.

Bruce rushed across the street and drove the truck further. Just as Jason expected, the rainstorm came too suddenly. Many children were driven out of their strongholds and squatted in The streets were trembling.

The car stopped again, and more children were pulled up. They looked at the frightened expressions of the children in the car without knowing why, but soon, they also fell into panic, because the truck rushed straight through this place. A level for street gangsters.

The "rumbling" thunder kept ringing, and the truck was like a bolt of lightning, passing through the streets and alleys of Gotham, picking up the stars that had fallen from the sky, putting them in cans, and driving towards the unknown direction.

The violent storm became more and more violent, and the heels of the leather shoes stepped on the corridor floor, making a soft "tapping" sound, which was inconspicuous among the sounds of rain.

Schiller pushed open the door of a ward, and Brand, who was following him, frowned because the situation in the ward in front of him was not good.

Seven or eight children were huddled in the corner. The hospital bed was covered with messy vomit, and there were traces of blood on the ground. Everyone looked at the people who came in with their eyes wide open. Their eyes were very numb, and there was no breath of life.

"Is this the job that Wayne paid a lot of money to hire us to do?" Brand stood at the door and said in disbelief: "How did he make these children like this? What on earth did he do?"

"It's not him, it's the whole Gotham." Schiller stood in the middle of the room, as if he didn't see these children or smell the terrible smell.

Brand stood silently at the door. After a long time, he said: "This city is hell, a living hell."

"I thought you already knew. Haven't you been here for a while?" Schiller was standing under the chandelier in the room writing medical records. Brand slowly walked in and said, "Yes, but I have never I haven’t gone deep into this city, and I don’t have the skills you have, so I can only hide in the hospital.”

"It's not that you don't have the ability, Brand, you just don't want to do it." Schiller stopped writing, glanced up at the children, and said, "Today, we are going to give them a first diagnosis, and then Come up with a treatment plan, Wayne’s huge sum of money is not in vain.”

"But why don't we join other doctors?" Brand asked with some confusion: "Shouldn't the consultation be in three days?"

"Do you really think you can count on them? They don't even know this place as well as you do." Schiller turned to look at the window and said, "The storm is getting bigger and bigger, isn't it?"

Brand sighed and walked gently to a place more than two meters away from the group of children.

He found that every movement he made would be captured by those eyes. Brand felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, but he thought that was just an illusion because the children in front of him were all malnourished children.

"Their stress reaction is very serious. They must have been stimulated more than once. Can they still express their needs now?" Brand squatted down so that his eyes were level with the children.

"I asked you to come with me because I want you to examine their brain activity pathologically to see if there are any problems. As for behavioral and cognitive matters, leave it to me..." Schiller said.

Brand stood up, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call the nurse over and ask the hospital to prepare medicine. I hope not to use too much tranquillizer, otherwise it will affect their health."

After a while, two nurses came with a trolley and all the children started screaming.

The leading nurse turned to look at Brand and said, "That's it. We haven't tried drug treatment these days, but they resisted too fiercely, and we didn't dare to be too rough. After all, Mr. Wayne told them Pass……"

But Brand is much more experienced than ordinary head nurses. He said: "Ignore them, don't look into their eyes, don't try to communicate with them, just pretend you didn't see or hear anything."

"Treat them as a piece of goods, not a person." Brand looked at the head nurse and said: "Don't think this is inhumane. When the patient shows aggressive behavior, he has probably lost his mind. Too many Attention will make his mental activities more frequent and make them more excited."

Brand didn't hesitate at all. He stepped forward and grabbed a child's arm and lifted him to the bed. The child yelled crazily and wanted to bite Brand's wrist with his mouth, but Brand grabbed his arm and held him back. He pressed down on the hospital bed and waved to the nurse, and the nurse next to him walked up to give him the injection.

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The other children fled in all directions, but because the door was closed, no one could escape. They were all caught and drugged.

The head nurse had an unbearable look on her face, until after everything was over, she said: "My daughter is about the same age as them, it's really..."

"Don't feel guilty, madam, we have controlled the force so that it will not hurt their bodies, and the dosage of the medicine has also been strictly controlled. Letting them be quiet for a while will help us examine them. This is to allow them to They are on the road to recovery,” Brand reassured.

"Of course, of course I know." The head nurse quickly adjusted herself and said, "I'm going to inform them to tidy up the place first, and then move the instruments over. After checking, let the nurse come over and clean them." Body……"

After several nurses left, Schiller looked at Brand and said, "Sometimes, I am surprised by your professionalism and decisiveness."

Brand was not happy at all about being complimented. He shook his head and said, "Can you tell me? What is going on?"

"This is a child that Wayne brought back from the slums. You have never been there, so you don't know. There is a special kind of beggar in the slums. Some 'parents' will take back those babies who are thinner or born with disabilities. , train them to beg.”

"Some time ago, the kid gangs in Gotham were unified, and these children were rescued. Wayne was kind enough to treat them, so he sent them to the hospital."

Brand shook his head and said: "Although I am more focused on pathology, I also know that this is not a good choice. Not to mention that the change in the environment may irritate them. No matter how kind-hearted he is, he must first listen. The needs of the recipients, rather than helping them self-righteously.”

"Wayne at that time was not a good listener." Schiller looked at Brand and said, "But in fact, the reason why they reacted so violently is because they were living under the laws of Gotham before. "

"Gotham's laws? This damn city still has laws?!" Brand took a deep breath and said.

"Of course there are. In any social society, there will be rules and laws. It's just that Gotham's laws are not written laws, so it seems like there are no laws." Schiller shook his head and said.

"Among them, the rules of the Gotham gang are that no matter what position you are in, you can only do the corresponding things, so that you will be protected by the rules. If you exceed the scope, what you get may be far less than what you were exploited."

Brand thought for a moment and felt that this was indeed very similar to the rule of law he was familiar with.

In a normal society, if people do not abide by social rules and do things beyond their duties, they may gain benefits, but the benefits they gain are far less than the freedom that is exploited by prison.

At the bottom of Gotham, such rules are strictly enforced. Children must be weak enough to stay in their own territory and pose no threat to anyone, so that they can survive in the cracks.

If they take possession of resources that are not theirs, they must turn them over, and if they violate this rule, they may die.

Schiller sighed again, looked at the child lying on the bed and said: "This is especially true for these begging children. They have been taught since childhood that all the resources they obtain must be handed over, otherwise they will be beaten to death."

"They have long been trained to believe that all the fruits of their labor do not belong to them. If they take more, their lives may be in danger. But now, they have received too much."

"Bruce Wayne didn't break the rules, break the law, or train them in the new order. He simply removed them from that environment and gave them a lot of stuff."

"People who grow up in such an environment will feel that these many things represent the danger of death, and no one can be exempted from the fear of death."

“Their crying, screaming and resistance is not that they feel they have too little, but that they are resisting having too much.”

"This can't save Gotham." Brand said: "If this order is not completely overthrown, all people who come out of such an environment will go crazy because of this fear."

"Bruce's intentions may be good, and he thinks he can save one person." Schiller concluded: "But his behavior is like taking a sick fish out of the pond."

"The fish was not doing well and was even dying. He felt pity and wanted to treat the fish, but he had to consider that if the fish was out of water, it would only die faster."

"And when all the fish in this pond are sick, the first thing he should consider is to change the water in the pond."