Schiller strode into Jonathan's room and looked at him sternly. "The nurses said you've been acting irritable again and showing violent tendencies. What's going on? Didn't we already subscribe you to newspapers?"
Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, looking extremely agitated. The moment Schiller stepped closer, he became somewhat wary, but after realizing it was Schiller, he relaxed slightly and said, "I've had enough!!"
"Some bumpkin from God knows what backwater actually dared to provoke me?! Just wait, sooner or later I'll let him know that his pathetic little tricks are beneath my notice!"
"What happened this time?" Schiller asked, looking at him.
Jonathan said angrily, "Last night, some idiot calling himself Professor V phoned me. He said he was the best chemist in the world, and that he would prove to me that pharmaceutical chemistry was a dead end. He even said I was the most common kind of mediocrity you could find on the street!"
Schiller paused, then said, "Professor V? Who was that?"
"Who knows? He's never been in the papers, so he definitely hasn't committed any worthwhile crimes! That's why I said he's some bumpkin from the backwoods. He probably never even reads newspapers, yet he dares to boast so shamelessly. Ridiculous!"
"You said it yourself—he's never been in the papers. Why bother arguing with him? Besides, he only dared to call you. He didn't even dare show his face. He's just talking big."
Jonathan snorted coldly. "These days, any stray cat or dog dares call himself a professor! No, I want to see what gives him the nerve to be so arrogant. Write me a discharge certificate. I'm going to meet him!"
"No. Your mental state is unstable right now. If you go out and get provoked by something,