In the United States, names like "Harry," "Henry," and "Harley" were incredibly common. They could be used by either men or women, and some variant pronunciations sounded very similar as well.
If a billboard fell by the roadside and hit ten people, one of them would be named Harry, or have a relative named Harry.
So when Schiller heard that name, he did not react at first. But the next second, he heard Gordon's voice ring out downstairs. "Miss Quizer, what happened to you?! How did you get blood all over yourself?!"
Schiller frowned slightly. He quickly left the ward containing the corpse and went downstairs by way of the stairs. To be honest, he was somewhat interested in the famous Harley Quinn as well. After all, Harley Quinzel was quite a well-known psychologist in the American Comics World.
In the comics, before Harley Quinzel became Harley Quinn, she had worked at Arkham Asylum as a rather outstanding psychologist.
However, Schiller remembered that the comics had never given a particularly detailed account of Harley's career as a psychologist. They only said that she had been a brilliant female student with excellent grades and decent professional ability. Otherwise, she would not have been put in charge of treating Joker.
Wayne Hospital could be considered Gotham's best hospital, so it was not strange for an academic standout like Harley Quinzel to work there.
Schiller passed through the somewhat chaotic crowd downstairs and entered the room from which the shouting had come. Just as he thought he would see a quiet woman in a white coat and glasses, he discovered that standing in the center of the room was a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl.
The white girl before him was covered in blood from head to toe, making it impossible to see the