"Hello, Sheriff Gordon!" Jonathan sat on the hospital bed in his patient gown and waved at Gordon in greeting.
Gordon was deeply shocked by the sight.
He had personally brought Jonathan here yesterday, and no one knew Jonathan's mental state better than he did. He had even asked Leslie about it. Given Jonathan's condition, there was absolutely no way he could recover without a year or two of treatment, even under excellent medical care.
Yet after only one day, the man had recovered this much?
"Director Li, what did you do to him?" Gordon turned to Li Wei, his face full of disbelief.
Li Wei looked somewhat displeased.
"What kind of question is that? Sheriff Gordon, I told you yesterday—we're professionals!"
"Exactly! Exactly!" Cobblepot chimed in from the side. "Everyone in Gotham knows Arkham Asylum is the most professional medical institution around!"
What the hell did Cobblepot know?
But he knew one thing: agreeing with Li Wei might not always be right, but it would never be wrong!
"..." Gordon was speechless.
Leaving aside whether Arkham Asylum's reputation was that of a professional medical institution or a professional killing machine—
Even the most professional medical institution had to follow basic human common sense! This was completely beyond common sense, wasn't it?
What kind of miracle medicine worked the moment you took it?
Li Wei answered Gordon's question by claiming it was a proprietary formula.
At that point, Gordon had no way to press further.
After all, even if he was a police officer, Li Wei was not a criminal. He had even less reason to pry into someone else's "proprietary formula."
Well...
From a certain perspective, Li Wei was not wrong.
It really was a proprietary formula. Throughout Gotham, even the entire DC Universe, there was no one else who