amaotonovel Chapter 3386 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3386 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3386 Miraculous Doctor (Thirty)
If you ignore the jingling of the purse in Schiller's arms, his words are quite sincere. But if you look at the pliers in his hand, his words are very touching.
Looking at the two almost identical men in front of him, Raven thought about his recent experiences and felt that the hospital really needed a more dedicated and responsible receptionist.
Wood is his old friend, but as the saying goes, out goes the old, in comes the new.
"Okay," said the raven, "but I can't interfere with the hospital's will. You have to make it recognize you."
“How can I make it recognize me?”
The raven paused and said meaningfully: "Since you have guessed something, do it according to your guess. In general, do your job well."
After saying that, he flew away in a hurry. He flew so fast that he didn't care about losing two feathers. It was obvious how much he wanted to get away from these two people.
The two Schillers looked at each other. Schiller was the first to speak: "Do you think Wood can come back?"
"What do you think?"
"From what I know, Westchester is not very close to here." Schiller stroked his chin and said, "The journey is long and dangerous. The chances of successfully reaching here are not very high."
"Our respected nurse thinks so too." Pride nodded and said, "You will meet her soon."
Arrogance returned to his operating room along the corridor. Schiller waited in the consultation room. Not long after, the consultation room was also closed, and the window was covered by an unknown black shadow. After a period of darkness, the furniture was restored.
If the bear keeper had not refused to accept furniture, Schiller would have had a new way to get rich.
Schiller walked to the counter behind the glass window and sat down. He looked at the drawers under the table. There was one that was obviously for money, but Schiller did not put the money in it. Instead, he kept it with him.
After a while, a red-haired figure jumped out of the pipe. Schiller looked up and saw Natasha's beautiful face.
"Long time no see, ma'am, you are still as radiant as ever." Schiller walked out of the counter and hugged Natasha. It had indeed been a while since they last met. Perhaps because she had a good rest recently, Natasha looked even more beautiful in her good complexion.
The female agent smiled and said, "You're not bad either. I heard from Pride that you made a bag of money, but you were only willing to give him 30 silver coins."
"It's already a lot, okay? He didn't do anything, and he still wants a share of my money..."
"I mean, you're willing to give him 30. How many are you willing to give me?"
"At least one gold coin, ma'am." Schiller pulled out a chair next to Natasha and said, "For your beauty and strength."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. You actually got rid of this receptionist. You really deserve to be my good doctor." Natasha gave Schiller a thumbs up. Schiller smiled.
"But I also heard from the other you that the one you killed was just a puppet, and they will send new ones. We can't let them have it too easy, right?"
"Of course. Excuse me, are you a witch?"
"You should have guessed it." Natasha looked at Greedy helplessly and said, "You knew I was mixing the dream potion, but you still bought up all the sulfur. We almost got into trouble."
"Uh……"
"But why did you buy so much sulfur?" Natasha asked in confusion, "Since you can guess that we are mixing the dream potion, you should have known it was me. Why do you have to target me?"
Schiller sat down next to her, crossed one leg, put his hands on his knees, and said, "Since you are a Soviet female agent, I assume you have a good level of chemistry. Do you know what sulfur can be used to make?"
"It's not sulfuric acid, is it?"
When Natasha turned her head to look at Schiller, Schiller also turned his head to look at her, his face calm, his eyes innocent, and he nodded.
The female agent sighed and said, "I knew it."
"You didn't use this method before... uh... to deal with your entertainment activities during college, did you?"
Schiller clearly liked Natasha's choice of words, but he shook his head and said, "No, that's a bit too primitive. Modern society has better options."
"I won't ask you what that is." Natasha stood up and said, "I will be responsible for stopping the team from Westchester and try to cause them some trouble. But they may still come, and then it will be left to you to deal with."
"Are you going to rendezvous with Batman?" Schiller said, referring to Arkham Batman.
"Yes. He is a bounty hunter who is investigating the truth behind the plague outbreak in this town. He should have some clues. I am going to exchange information with him."
"Yes, ma'am, bon voyage."
After seeing Natasha off, Schiller reopened the door of the consultation room. A number of patients had gathered outside. They were stunned for a moment when they saw a strange face.
"Okay, guys. Wood is busy, so I'm here to take over. Come in with me."
Schiller saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He called out his name: "Jarvis?"
The young man with a mechanical leg and arm nodded, but didn't say much, obviously not wanting to reveal his identity.
"Okay, come and line up." Schiller walked to the counter and said to them through the glass, "No scrambling, no cutting in line. Come one by one and verbally state your symptoms. I will give you a number. When your number is called, go wait in front of the pipe. Go in whichever pipe has a light on."
Schiller had already found a set of operating equipment inside the counter, and then he realized that the guide outside had no way to control the opening and closing of the pipeline. Otherwise, Wood would not have been unable to stop him.
The channels that need treatment will light up, which means the doctor inside has pulled the lever to ask for the patient. The guide can verbally instruct the patient to go to which channel, but can also let them choose by themselves.
Wood was obviously good at directing. Schiller didn't want to be so tired, so he decided to select some of the less serious patients himself and reassign some of the patients with special symptoms.
The files on the side shelves contained the doctors' information. The doctors' faces were blurred, but it was written which operating room they were in, what surgeries they were good at, and what their success rates were.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Schiller still managed to find him, Strange and Batman among them.
Then he discovered that he and Strange were not the most outrageous mediocre doctors in the hospital. The most outrageous ones were Arrogance and Batman.
"Their fucking cure rate is zero! Zero!"
Even if they didn't upgrade the operating room and didn't have the minimum healing requirements, they should have cured at least eight or ten patients in so many days. But not a single one came out alive!
And it's not just them. Other operating rooms aren't necessarily that good either. The cure rate is basically around one in ten. There is always someone better than the best.
Schiller now doesn't think Strange is too optimistic about his skills, he thinks he is too pessimistic. They are simply peerless doctors!
No wonder no one came to find them even though they had killed so many people. It turned out that there were so many strong people in this hospital and masters were everywhere.
Then he remembered what the raven said, "They are getting stronger." Schiller couldn't help but think, "With your shitty medical system, won't that fireplace kill you?"
"Don't you know why the evil spirits of the victims are getting stronger and stronger?"
But think about it, assuming there are no other players among the other doctors, then the probability that they are doctors is too low. Let ordinary people treat diseases like this. That is, there is no Baidu in this era. If there was, one in ten patients would not be able to be cured.
After complaining in his heart, Schiller began to focus on his work. He really didn't intend to kill everyone, but carefully analyzed the condition and arranged for a doctor.
It's not that he is kind, it's mainly because he has already seen that whether it is the evil spirit of the little girl or the evil spirits of the victims, they are obviously not good people.
The persecution of that little girl was indeed tragic, but it is hard to say how much similarity she has with humans after becoming an evil spirit. Most of it is just an evil obsession.
The evil spirits deserved it. Although the evil deeds might have been done by their ancestors, they didn't know it. But this was a magical world. Knowing that there might be evil spirits, they still persecuted a person. With such stupid ancestors, it was natural selection that their descendants would not survive.
To sum up, Schiller had no intention of helping either side. He knew that although Pride said he wanted to save the little girl, he was just talking. They were the ones who fed the fireplace the most.
Therefore, the best way at the moment is to balance the power of the little girl and the victim, let them keep fighting and neither of them can gain the upper hand, then the hospital can naturally remain calm.
This will buy them time to develop. Batman must have already started to climb the technological ladder, and Iron Man will not be far behind. When they develop, the gun will be in their hands. At that time, how the plot will go will not be decided by the evil spirit.
Schiller sat behind the counter and watched a woman with a huge black tentacle embedded in her head approach.
"Giant eyeball tentacle disease." Schiller took a look and quickly wrote a few words on the paper beside him. He was afraid that other doctors would not understand it, so he wrote it in Latin. He handed it to the woman and asked her to wait aside.
Then came a half-dragon man whose head had turned into a green crystal and whose body was covered with scales. Schiller looked up at him, then waved at him, motioning him to come closer.
"It should be a variant of oripathy...but it's hard to be sure. Please wait a moment." Schiller asked him to go to the other side.
At this moment, a group of people rushed in in a panic. They were carrying a simple stretcher with a person lying on it.
"Make way, make way, it's an emergency!"
Schiller looked up and found that the group of people were wearing police uniforms. Ordinary people around did not dare to provoke them. Schiller quickly stood up from the counter and looked at the patient on the stretcher.
The person lying on the stretcher could no longer be called a human being, but rather a stone sculpture. Schiller knew what was going on at a glance.
He waved his hand to clear the crowd, walked to a passage, and shouted to the other end: "I'm the new usher, this is the emergency room! The patient is in the early stage of mineralogy, petrification, and his vital signs are stable, with occasional abnormalities in his breathing rate. Prepare to admit him!"
Wanda was about to respond at the other end of the passage, but Strange quickly covered her mouth and shouted toward the passage, "There are no beds left! Send her to the next room!"
Strange let go of her hand, and Wanda turned to look at him in confusion. Strange said, "When you go to the hospital for internship in the future, you must remember one thing - the only difference between the emergency room and the liar is that the liar will occasionally tell a few truths!"
Haha, arrogant indeed.