amaotonovel Chapter 3362 Miraculous Doctor (6)
Chapter 3362 Miraculous Doctor (6)
Chapter 3362 Miraculous Doctor (VI)
Just as Schiller was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him, followed by Strange's curse.
Schiller immediately walked towards the operating table. As soon as he got there, he saw that the woman tied to the bed began to struggle desperately, and the wound that had just been treated was bleeding wildly.
"Anesthesia! Add more anesthesia!" Strange was still shouting.
But Schiller pulled him to his side and said, "This is not right."
Strange also noticed at this time that the woman's eyes began to emit red light, fangs began to grow in her open mouth, and gray hair on her face and limbs grew wildly.
"Werewolf." Strange suddenly said, "Could that bite mark be left by a werewolf?"
"I'm afraid so, she is infected." Schiller had expected this.
Strange cursed, his face turned cold, and it was obvious that he was very angry. Anyone who tried hard for a long time and was about to succeed in saving the other person but failed would be very angry.
"Don't get close to her," Schiller said. "It would be troublesome if we get bitten."
Unexpectedly, the woman showed an extremely painful expression at this time. She said: "Kill me... Kill me quickly! I was bitten... Kill me quickly!!!"
With a "puff", a long knife pierced into her eye socket. Schiller exerted force on his hand, and brain matter mixed with blood flowed out. The woman suddenly straightened up, then fell heavily on the bed, completely silent.
Looking at the corpse on the bed, the two men looked at each other in silence.
"We can't throw it into the fireplace anymore," Strange said. "All the shadows in the room are starting to look strange, and the temperature has dropped a lot. This may be the aftereffect of our too many failures."
"We didn't fail." Schiller untied the ropes on the woman and said, "The game doesn't say that we must cure the patient. Giving them a quick death is also a relief."
"Have you started to comfort yourself?" Strange sat on the chair next to him. He was obviously a little tired. He had too many assistant jobs, which made it difficult for him to concentrate on the operation. And when he was concentrating on it, he was frightened, which also consumed more of his energy.
"You can go and sleep by the fireplace for a while, and leave the rest to me," said Schiller.
"What are you going to do?" Strange asked with narrowed eyes.
Schiller raised his chin towards the manhole in the corner of the room and began to cut with a knife. Strange looked at the manhole, but it was only about the size of a hand and round, making it difficult to put anything in.
Of course Strange couldn't sleep. He habitually took out the healing manual and started reading it. In his peripheral vision, Schiller began to dismantle the distillation equipment.
Strange seemed to know what he was going to do. For the first time, he put on the bird-beak mask on his own initiative, then put the book over his eyes and began to doze off.
The sound of Schiller dealing with the corpse was like a strange hypnotic white noise, and Strange soon fell into a dream. After becoming the Supreme Sorcerer, he rarely entered a real sleep, and most of the time he was meditating, so after entering the dream, he immediately realized his situation.
He found himself in a prison, a dark and damp dungeon filled with stench and wailing coming from the end. When he turned his head left and right, he saw a pair of skinny and tender wrists locked in chains...
A group of men in black robes walked into the prison and stopped in front of the cell. One of them opened the cell door, took out a needle and inserted it into his body. Strange, black and red blood was drawn out of his body.
Strange heard a faint cry coming from his chest, but it was not his own voice, it sounded more like a weak little girl.
But before Strange could see what happened next, he was awakened by the smell of meat.
Schiller was throwing bones into a jar of sulfuric acid, while the still next to him was opened and something was bubbling inside.
Strange felt that compared with the scene in the real world at this moment, the scene in the dream was far from terrifying.
Schiller connected the pipe originally used for distillation to the sewer outlet, and then sent the remaining corrosion residue and the cooked and crushed things into the sewer.
Strange swallowed and said, "Why must you..."
"Because it will look more like food scraps," Schiller said. "No one would throw away raw meat for no reason, but if it is leftovers or kitchen waste, it is normal."
"You don't think there are still police in this world, do you?" Strange asked.
"Maybe not, but we have to be on the safe side. And I'm also worried that the werewolf virus will spread. High temperature disinfection is the best way."
Strange understood what was said. He nodded and said, "Yes, high temperature treatment is the safest method. Do you feel any changes in the room?"
"No. It seems our evasion method worked. But we have to think of a simpler way. If it were daytime, the smell might also arouse the nurse's suspicion."
"Wait a minute." Strange suddenly reacted and said, "We are doctors, not playing a murder simulator!"
"Haven't you had enough of reality?" Schiller flushed the area around the sewer with a hose to eliminate the last trace, and then said, "Instead of letting those damn emergencies destroy the fruits of our labor, it is better to choose the simplest method from the beginning."
"Don't you want to make money?" Strange asked.
"There's no place to spend money here." Schiller spread his hands and said, "The goal of clearing the level doesn't seem to be to make much money. The guaranteed copper coins are enough for us to subscribe to the newspaper."
"Okay, that makes sense." Strange came over to help Schiller pack up the equipment, then said, "But we have to succeed once before the game ends."
"No problem. We'll find a simpler case to treat." Schiller nodded and said, "Not every case mentioned in the manual is fatal. We can always come across a simple one."
The two chatted while packing up, and the night passed quickly. The arrival of the nurse marked the beginning of a new day. But after the morning bell rang, the nurse left quickly.
Schiller and Strange were preparing to welcome the next patient, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
The two looked at each other. Schiller walked to the door, and suddenly a pair of wide-open eyes appeared in the observation window.
The golden pupils and thick eyebrows showed that it was not a nurse. Schiller looked him over and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Bear Caretaker, don't you recognize me? Do you want something fun today?"
A piece of parchment was slipped in from the crack under the door. Schiller picked it up and saw that it was a list of goods.
It was filled with all kinds of props, which not only supplemented the items they already had, but also had many new props, such as mushrooms clearly marked with "anesthetic" effects.
Schiller roughly understood how to play this game, which was to make money by curing diseases and saving lives, then buy more props to save more people, and then use the life and death of some people to decide the direction of the game's plot.
But, damn, they're not going to have fun anymore, so why buy healing items? Fill up on sulfur!
Schiller took out two copper coins and bought two large bags of sulfur. When he sent out the list, the strange being who called himself the bear protector seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Is this all you want?"
"Yes, please deliver it as soon as possible. We will need it later."
The bear guard left. Schiller ordered another newspaper and saw the headline on the front page: "The mining hero Nova has been missing for three days. It is rumored that she has been infected with the plague and died. The sewage alley is in panic again."
The picture showed the figure of the woman from yesterday. She was fighting fiercely with a group of people with a pickaxe, exuding a heroic temperament.
Schiller threw the newspaper to Strange. After taking a look, Strange said, "Is this Nova a representative of the miners? Who are they fighting against?"
Schiller shook his head and reached out to pull the lever. This time two more copper coins fell down, which seemed to be the minimum income for each patient. And this time another piece of rag was thrown down.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Raven. Did you save Nova? Or is she dead? If you can save her, I'll offer you 10 copper coins as a reward."
"It's too late," Schiller said. And he had to clean the wound, treat the infection, do kidney surgery, and deal with the werewolf. Ten bucks? Are you sending away beggars?
"Do you think there is a possibility," Strange said as he read the newspaper, "that their idea of 'cure' is different from what we two think?"
Schiller turned his head with some curiosity.
"This is the Middle Ages, or maybe a little later than the Middle Ages, but it is definitely not the modern times. Without a complete modern medical system and a formal nursing system, it is impossible to treat a seriously injured and dying person to the point where he can walk alive and kicking."
"what do you mean……"
"I think it may be because we are asking too much." Strange said, "Like the woman yesterday, maybe we just need to clean her wounds and give her some medicine, and that's it. Anything else is just meddling."
"But the wound on her leg... oh, if it was just cleaned up, it wouldn't have delayed until the werewolf virus broke out."
"That's it," Strange said, snapping his fingers. "Too thorough a treatment would be a complete waste of time. It's better to do it simply and maybe make some money. It's better than going through the trouble of disposing of a corpse and getting nothing in return, right?"
Schiller nodded. The point is, there doesn't seem to be any additional benefit in destroying the body. The fireplace seems to have a plot, but it doesn't look like there will be any substantial rewards in the short term. It would be better to just cheat the money.
Schiller rubbed his hands and said, "Then we will use the most direct method to treat the next patient, and put him back quickly after the treatment. This way, any trouble will not fall on us."
"Yes, it can also greatly reduce the probability of failure. Let's get started."
Schiller pulled the lever and the sound of a heavy object sliding down was heard.
"Bang!" A figure fell onto the operating table.
Looking at the familiar face, Schiller and Strange were stunned in place, because the person who appeared in front of them this time was Iron Man Tony Stark.
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