amaotonovel Chapter 3794 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (9)
Chapter 3794 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (9)
Chapter 3794 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part 9)
A chaotic brawl ensued, leaving everyone injured. While none of the injuries were particularly serious, everyone still needed to be taken back to the school hospital for treatment. Schiller stood at the ward door, looking at the horde of Batmen, and began seriously considering how to write his resignation letter.
It was only the second day of school, and one hospital room was already almost full. Schiller felt a deep sense of despair about the rest of his career.
Even if he wanted to resign, he couldn't leave today. All the other professors had gone to teach, leaving Schiller alone to treat so many patients.
The most seriously injured of them all was Night Owl. Although his blood sugar had stopped, he had been grabbed and beaten up by Batman Arkham. In addition to bruises and abrasions, he had a dislocated arm and a slightly dislocated jaw. Schiller had to set his bones first, and then treat his abrasions.
Next up was Bruce. Although he was protected by divine light, Arkham Batman was quick enough to land a punch on him. He suffered abrasions to his mouth and face, requiring iodine.
The other Batmen who participated in the fight all suffered minor abrasions. But these were hardly injuries to Batmen, and they had no intention of staying put anyway. Schiller, finding the ward too crowded, sent them all out to tour the school hospital.
The university hospital is essentially a separate space; entering or leaving requires professor's approval, so there's no real fear of them running away. The key is that even if they do run away, they won't cause trouble. It would be even better if they could get to Strange's place.
Schiller's original plan was to kick Batman out after the morning classes ended, and the remaining few should be almost healed, so the school hospital could be cleared out before the lunch break ended.
But fate had other plans. Schiller was probably having a run of bad luck lately, and as he went to the preparation room to get a cotton swab, a figure strolled leisurely into the ward—it was Mephisto, who was using Schiller's appearance.
He shouldn't be called Mephisto, he should be called Murphy's Law. Schiller's worst fears came true. The moment he walked in, all the Batmen who were still there stopped feeling backache and leg pain and came over to admire this rare species.
As soon as Schiller emerged from the preparation room, he saw Night Owl raise an eyebrow at him and say, "An isotope from another universe?"
Mephisto turned and smiled at Schiller. Schiller closed his eyes, wishing he could just fall asleep right there.
He quickly put down the tray he was carrying and dragged Mephisto out of the room. He had originally intended to ask him privately what he was doing there, but in his haste, he forgot that there were more and more troublesome Batmen in the hallway.
Just as the main universe Batman and Arkham Batman finished touring his office and came out, they saw two identical-looking people pulling and tugging at each other in the hallway.
"Doctor?" the main universe Batman tentatively called out.
Schiller had a bad feeling. Others might not, but the Batman of the main universe could definitely tell that the person who looked exactly like him wasn't Schiller. Not to mention that the Batman of the main universe actually knew that Schiller didn't have any counterparts, only different personality traits, his psychoanalytic level alone was enough for him to see that the real Schiller and Mephisto were completely different people.
Schiller tried to stop Mephisto from making a move, but Mephisto smiled and nodded at the main universe Batman. Schiller immediately knew he'd been exposed, because the main universe Batman's eyes visibly deepened.
"What are you doing here?" Schiller decided to deal with Mephisto first.
"You didn't know?" Mephisto said. "The second movie is about to start filming, and I'll be in the third. Shouldn't I come here to get used to it beforehand? By the way, who are these guys?"
Schiller was momentarily at a loss for words. It wasn't that the story was long; the key issue was that if Mephisto knew who Batman was, it might not be a good thing.
Mephisto is an extremely dedicated devil, practically a hardworking and devoted workaholic. To meet his performance targets, he not only works year-round without a break, but he's also capable of anything.
Take Johnny Devil, for example. The vengeful spirit within him isn't under the control of the devil; it's an independent force. But he still insists on interfering, capturing people to work for him. He even tried to steal people from Archangel Uriel back then, and Uriel couldn't win, which shows how extreme he is when it comes to recruiting talent.
While Batman lacks magical talent, compared to someone of Mephisto's caliber, human magical talent is practically nonexistent. The key isn't whether one has talent, but whether one can get the job done.
Is there anyone in the world more efficient at work than Batman?
Mephisto was actually born in the wrong world. If he had been born in DC, he would have had a vast stage to perform on. Barbatos only managed to contract the Maniac Laugh after all that effort; give Mephisto 100 days, and he could have signed every Batman in the Light and Dark Universes.
This is why Mephisto didn't dare to act recklessly or use his mind-reading abilities without Strange's watchful eye; otherwise, these Batmen wouldn't have been able to escape.
Schiller's concern was that Mephisto, after discovering Batman's potential, would beg to form a contract with them.
Normally, Batman wouldn't sign a contract with the devil. But this isn't their original world; they can complete their research here and return without any problems, so it's hard to guarantee they won't be tempted. Even if a few with high moral standards remain unmoved, aren't there still morally bankrupt individuals?
Schiller sighed and said, "They're all Strange's students. You'd better not look at them too much, or he might beat you up."
“I have a visa,” Mephisto said smugly. “Director Chris really likes my Hell. He’s already planning to film a new version of Divine Comedy, and the location will be Hell. I’ve also contacted my old friend Uriel, so the second half will be filmed in Heaven…”
Schiller almost applauded his dedication. No wonder he could control such a large dimension; he was truly willing to go all out.
However, Mephisto's whole stunt has been quite effective. Not only has it boosted his own fame, but it has also made the Ghost Rider brothers incredibly popular. Johnny has recently been mobbed by fans and can hardly move an inch.
"Have the new students arrived yet?" Mephisto asked. "Where are they having classes now? I need to check out the classroom environment. I also have a stake in this school, and the students it cultivates are the future backbone of my Hell Dimension. The classes can't be allowed to be poorly taught."
Schiller smiled and said, "Guess where you are right now?"
"Uh...where am I?" Mephisto realized that he didn't seem to be in the teaching building.
"School Hospital".
"Great...wait, why are there so many people at the school hospital?"
“You’ve hit the nail on the head,” Schiller said with a forced smile. “On the first day of school, these top students of ours got into a fight and ended up in the school hospital together.”
Schiller's original intention was to say that the students in the school hospital weren't exactly good students, but he hadn't expected Mephisto to have a different definition of a good student. His eyes lit up.
"Very well! Followers of the devil must have a rebellious heart. Let me see, where are these brave warriors?"
Before Schiller could speak, Mephisto had already rushed into the ward. Although he couldn't use his devilish methods here, he had lived for so many years and met so many people, so he still had some skills in physiognomy.
Schiller, afraid he would make a scene, followed him inside, only to be grabbed by Mephisto. Mephisto, holding him, pointed to the person on the far side of the bed and said, "That guy over there is a good prospect, a born freak, terribly evil. He must have killed his own parents, right? His potential is quite remarkable."
Schiller looked up and recognized the man as Night Owl. He stared at Mephisto with a hint of surprise, as if to say, "You're quite the fortune teller, aren't you?"
"And the one in the second bed over there is nice too. He went through a terrible ordeal, couldn't save his closest friends and family, and even had his best friend turn against him. The taste of that kind of spiritual pain is simply wonderful..."
Schiller looked in the direction he was pointing and saw it was indeed Batman Injustice. Looking at Mephisto's profile, which was exactly the same as his own, he suddenly understood why everyone thought he could read minds.
"That one, that one is not bad either. He paid a heavy price for a mistake and has always felt guilty about it. It's a pity I came a little late. If I had come earlier, he would definitely be one of my generals."
Schiller glanced at the image and saw that Mephisto was pointing at Arkham Batman. He immediately sneered, "You're mistaken. No matter when you go to him, he won't submit to you."
"Who said I was going to go find him? He's like a rock in a latrine, stinking and hard. I'm going to find the person who makes him feel guilty, and once I have that person in my grasp, I'm not afraid he won't help me."
"You truly are a devil."
"Thank you."
Then Mephisto suddenly let out a scream. Schiller was startled, and then Mephisto grabbed his arm tightly.
"Who is that? Jesus! He's the source of chaos, a walking source of calamity, turning wherever he goes into hell. He's the perfect employee for me! I've never seen a contractor so suitable for me! Quick! I need to find Strange! I have to get him to sign the contract right now!!!"
Schiller looked in the direction of his gaze and, sure enough, it was Bruce.
“Give up,” Schiller said. “They are angels from another universe, wielding the power of orthodox holy light, specifically designed to subdue evil and dark devils like you.”
"What?!" Mephisto exclaimed, raising his voice. "An angel beat me to it?! No way! Even if he doesn't work for me, he can't work for those birdmen! I have to find a way to get him!"
After saying that, he instantly changed his expression, lowering his eyes, relaxing his muscles, and slightly raising the corners of his mouth, looking very gentle, and then walked towards Bruce.
Schiller was quite curious about how Mephisto would convince Bruce, but he forgot one thing: Mephisto was currently wearing his face.
As soon as Mephisto walked over, Bruce looked at him. The moment their eyes met, three pairs of pure white wings suddenly sprouted from Bruce's back, the feathers on his wings bristling, and he shot upwards, plunging headfirst into the chandelier on the ceiling.
A scream echoed through the magic academy:
"There's a ghost!!!"