amaotonovel Chapter 3360 Miraculous Doctor (4)
Chapter 3360 Miraculous Doctor (4)
Chapter 3360 Miraculous Doctor (IV)
The flames of the candles on the brass candlesticks kept flickering, adding a bit of weirdness to the already dim room. Two slender black figures stood in front of the operating table, as if performing some mysterious sacrificial ritual. If you get close enough, you can hear faint whispers.
"Hey, man, we really can't go on like this." One of the voices said, "You have to show me what it's like to successfully cure a patient."
"You think it's just up to me?" said another voice. "This is a two-player game. The other person can't just stand there and make sarcastic comments, right?"
"When did I just stand there and make sarcastic remarks?"
"The problem is you might as well just stand there and make sarcastic remarks!"
"I think our top priority now is to cure at least one patient to prove that this is an operating room, not a morgue."
"The first priority now is to prove that this is an operating room, not a cafeteria!"
"Didn't you eat it too?"
"I was in surgery until 2 a.m. and all I had for dinner was a tuna sandwich."
Schiller put one hand on his waist and the other on the beak of the mask, then said, "Okay, it's too early to quarrel now. This game can't just let us repeat the process of treating patients. There must be some other ways to play, so we have to hurry up and pass the first level."
Strange also sighed and said, "Let's make three rules. When the next patient arrives, we must do our best to treat him and make sure nothing goes wrong, okay?"
Schiller nodded, which was considered as his agreement.
He pulled the lever again, and this time two more copper coins fell out. Schiller put the coins into his pocket, but the next thing that fell out was not the patient, but a crumpled rag.
Schiller picked up the cloth and found that it was stained with black coal dust and a little red blood. However, judging from the dried blood, it did not look like human blood, but more likely poultry blood.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Raven. Would you like to order a newspaper? It's one copper coin per copy, and you can order a morning and evening edition every day. This is your best choice to understand the world."
Strange also saw the words and said, "Sure enough, this world is not that simple. Is it finally time to explain the background story?"
"We only have four dollars now," Schiller said, "but we can try to subscribe to a newspaper and see what information is in it."
“How are we going to pay for it?”
Schiller thought for a moment, took out a copper coin from his pocket, put it into the passage, and closed the gate. He heard a very slight sound of the copper coin sliding down, followed by two cries of ravens.
Schiller knocked on the metal door and said, "Give me the morning paper, please."
Schiller originally thought that the newspaper would also be delivered through the metal channel, but unexpectedly, a small window on the top of the wall of the room opened, and a large black raven flew to the window and threw in a rolled-up newspaper.
Schiller looked up at the window. It was too high, and he couldn't reach it even if he stretched out his hand. It was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything. The window was too small, and there was absolutely no way for an adult to pass through. It seemed impossible to escape through the window.
Schiller walked up and picked up the newspaper, which was also written in Latin and was a little difficult to read. Schiller handed the newspaper to Strange and said, "You read it first, I'll go see if the nurse is here."
Strange walked to the chair next to the fireplace and sat down to read the newspaper while Schiller came to the door.
The door could be opened and the corridor could be entered, but Schiller found that as long as he left the door within one meter, he would fall into complete darkness. Even with a candle, it was impossible to explore the area ahead.
But what was a little strange was that the body of the man who had fallen against the wall before was gone. I didn't know whether he was carried away by the nurse or just disappeared out of thin air.
Schiller felt a little regretful: "If there is a reward for treating illnesses here, then that man might have money on him. He should have touched the body earlier."
Back in the operating room, Strange had finished reading the newspaper at an amazing speed. He roughly summarized it and said, "It should be a Victorian-era mixed steampunk magic worldview. We are in a place called Magic Nexus, located in the south of a certain country. Now there is a large-scale plague here, and the entire area has been blocked."
"Isn't this the background of the Black Death?" Schiller took a deep breath. "This really has become traditional Western medicine."
"I'm afraid so." Strange said, "And it may be due to the background of several plague outbreaks in Europe, otherwise there wouldn't be so many patients in one day."
"No wonder so many patients died and no one came to see us," Schiller said. "With the level of medicine at the time of the Black Death, it would be strange if we couldn't cure it."
"Although the setting is ancient, we are both modern doctors," Strange stressed, "We can't go along with those quacks."
Schiller waved his hand to indicate that he understood. He drew a bucket of water from the sink and began to clean the distiller. Then he said, "Giving us a chance to learn about the world is definitely not just for fun. Maybe we can influence the world situation by choosing who to cure."
"Then I'm afraid the world situation is a mess now." Strange was also cleaning his scalpel. He said, "Who do you think this Mr. Raven who asked us to order the newspaper is? The owner of the hospital?"
"I'm afraid it's just the opposite," Schiller said. "The cloth is stained with blood, which means he didn't come in the normal way. It also means that there are people guarding the reception desk at the end of the corridor. Only with the consent of the people over there will the patient be sent to us."
"Since we've opened a hospital, we have to cure a few people, otherwise it would seem that we are useless." Strange said, "Even if the cure rate in other hospitals is not high, we can't go too far."
"Just wait and see, things may not be that simple."
After he had almost finished cleaning up, Schiller pulled the lever again. This time, a dark-skinned woman fell down. She was much taller than a human, about two meters tall, and she didn't have much fabric on her body, and it looked a little tattered.
Strange put on his gloves, first opened the woman's eyelids, and saw a pair of blue eyes. The vitreous body was a little cloudy, which meant that she had not rested well recently.
The limbs were then checked and no hollowing symptoms were found, nor were there any extra tentacles or granulation tissues, nor any signs of hardening.
The woman did not have any symptoms of coughing up blood or skin diseases. The only problem was that there was a large cut on her abdomen, which looked like a wound from a sharp weapon. As soon as the rag wrapped around it was removed, Strange could not help but frown.
This wound obviously did not just appear, it has been at least three or four days, and it is seriously infected. The entire wound is swollen, pus is constantly flowing out, and fluid has accumulated in the abdominal cavity.
Since she was not human, Strange could not tell whether her temperature was normal or not, but it was high by human standards, probably close to 40 degrees. It was possible that she was in a coma due to a high fever caused by infection.
Strange reached out and gently pressed the wound. The woman didn't react, but her abdominal muscles twitched instinctively. But Strange looked at the black powder stuck on his fingertips and frowned even deeper.
Strange straightened up and gave Schiller a look.
Schiller walked up to the woman and patted her face, then said, "Are you still conscious? Wake up..."
Schiller also looked up and shook his head at Strange. Strange sighed and said, "The wound is too infected. They may have used some local herbs, but it has no effect except to aggravate the infection."
"How to say?"
"Let's clean the wound first."
As soon as Schiller heard the word, he knew he had arrived.
There is a difference between simple debridement and surgical debridement, which is one of the absolute nightmares of surgery.
Debridement surgery is like a math problem that requires a lot of calculations. It is not that difficult, especially for a top surgeon like Strange. The difficulty is simply a piece of cake.
However, this type of surgery requires a lot of work and a complex operating environment. It is normal to take several hours to clean a difficult wound. And if the wound is not cleaned thoroughly, the consequences may be more fatal than the failure of some difficult surgeries.
It was not so bad for the surgeon, but this operation was really exhausting for the assistant. In a normal operating room, there would be several assistants and nurses, but here there was only Schiller.
Moreover, Strange was the most difficult surgeon to deal with. No one in the operating room could be idle. They were all ordered around by him like a top, helping him with his work while being scolded by him. When he got angry, everyone from assistants to patients would be scolded, and even the needles and threads in the operating room could not escape.
Sure enough, after Strange entered the working state completely, he did not consider the game background at all. He took off the bird-beak mask that was in the way, took a monocle from the tool rack next to him and inserted it into his eye socket, leaned over and supported himself on the edge of the operating table, closed one eye, and began to observe the wound carefully.
"Prepare 35°C saline solution," Strange said as he looked at it, "1% povidone iodine and 3% hydrogen peroxide..."
"Please, where can I get you povidone iodine and hydrogen peroxide?" Schiller said as he prepared saline solution at the operating table. "But I remember the treatment manual said that ulcerated skin wound infections can be washed with one-third ounce of blackthorn bile diluted ten times, and then combined with brown copper rust mushroom juice..."
"That's your business," Strange said. "Didn't you ask me to trust your ability in preparing medicine? The incomplete flushing is your fault."
Schiller gritted his teeth, took a breath, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I have to show you my prescription skills!"
After saying that, he began to prepare the medicine quickly. He first put the prepared saline solution on a copper plate that had been roasted on a charcoal basin to heat it up. Then he took out the jar containing the blackthorn bile, poured out the sticky mollusk that looked like a sea urchin, crushed it, scraped the mucus into a copper test tube, and measured it with a standard ounce cup.
Then he put on gloves, took out the dried mushrooms in the box from under the cabinet, threw them into the bowl and ground them. At the same time, he took out the saline solution that was almost warm and put it into the syringe.
Suddenly he heard footsteps in the corridor, and without turning his head, he shouted to the back: "Patrol! Put on the mask!"
The head nurse's eyes reappeared behind the observation window. Schiller glanced at her but did not stop working. He said as he worked, "Sorry, ma'am, we have a difficult case. I don't have time to chat with you now."
"What...disease...did he suffer from?" the head nurse's hoarse voice sounded.
"Hippocratic Oath, ma'am, I cannot reveal it."
"Hmph." The head nurse snorted coldly twice and then disappeared.
Schiller wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the operating table with everything on a brass tray. Strange had already cleaned off all the dirt outside the skin.