"Hey, buddy! You really don't want to give it a try?"
In Li Jie's hospital room, Wilson drove an electric wheelchair in wild spins all over the floor, as if it were breakdancing. "Look how awesome this thing is!"
"Ah..."
Li Jie tipped his head back onto the pillow behind him. "Can someone throw him out for me?"
Dr. Meyer Krude set a thick stack of visitation requests in front of Li Jie.
"Sheriff, I knew plenty of people would want to visit once your health permitted it. But..."
His mouth twitched. "But I didn't expect this many. Give them one final screening. I wouldn't recommend spending too much energy on this."
"Am I an injured man confined to bed, or a monkey people come to gawk at in a zoo...?"
Li Jie quickly leafed through them: colleagues from the East End and Central Headquarters, the children at the school, suppliers, Cobblepot and some government officials he got along with, gangs large and small, all sorts of friends-even a visitation request from Ian Fleming.
He tried hard to cross some off, but still felt too awkward to reject people's goodwill.
"So, how have things been lately?"
Wilson had been kicked out of the room and had no choice but to leave dejectedly with most of the officers. Only Gordon remained.
"Things have been a little chaotic, and a little strange..."
Gordon reached over to adjust the pillow behind Li Jie's back. "Krain was arrested."
"Who?" Li Jie didn't register it at first. "Krain?"
"Jonathan Crane. The one who released the fear toxin."
"Huh? Oh, right... now I remember." Understanding dawned on Li Jie. "Gotham's tough guy and his soft spot."
Gordon's face flushed bright red. Pretending he hadn't heard, he carried on. "Jeremiah Arkham, the director of Arkham