Chapter 3357 Miraculous Doctor (1)
Chapter 3357 Miraculous Doctor (1)
Chapter 3357 Miraculous Doctor (I)
"Plague Doctor Treatment Guidelines: All doctors entering the ward are requested to strictly follow this guideline to treat patients. Violations may result in serious consequences. Please proceed with caution."
This line of words appeared on the parchment. Just as Schiller was about to speak, he found that the words on the paper slowly disappeared, and then a lot of words appeared again.
"Dress code for plague doctors: When entering the ward, doctors must wear a bird-beak mask, a black robe, a brass pocket watch, and check their appearance in the mirror. If the contents of the dress are missing, please immediately find the correct items in the closet and wear them. If the dress is wrong, the 'nurse' will visit you."
Schiller quickly looked down at himself. He was indeed wearing a black robe and a brass pocket watch hung around his neck. He reached out and touched his face and found that he was not wearing a mask. So he looked around and walked to the wardrobe at the door.
There was a thick layer of stain on the old wardrobe that looked like dried blood or some liver material evenly smeared on it. There were also a lot of scratches on the bottom, as if something was trying desperately to crawl into the wardrobe.
Schiller grabbed the metal door handle on one side of the closet door and opened it a crack. A strong stench of decay came from the closet - there was no hanger in the closet, only a corpse that had rotted to the point that only a skeleton remained, with a bird-beak mask on its head.
"This is too disgusting." Schiller just finished sighing and suddenly remembered that Strange has mysophobia.
He looked back and saw that Strange had just entered the game and was now reading the contents of the parchment with his head down.
"There's good news and bad news," Schiller turned to him and said, "The good news is that this is indeed a hospital; the bad news is that this is a medieval hospital."
Strange frowned. Schiller suppressed his nausea and took off the mask on the corpse's face. However, there was no dirt on the mask, nor any strange smell. As long as you don't look at the source, it's not unbearable.
But the problem is, there are two of them, but only one mask. What if the other person can't meet the dress code?
Schiller checked the closet again, even pulling the mummy out, and found a pocket watch in the corner of the closet. He looked back and saw that Strange was not wearing a watch.
Schiller threw the pocket watch to him and glanced at the bird-beak mask on his hand, suspecting that this might be a deliberate setting of the system to let them know the consequences of breaking the rules.
Schiller threw the mask directly to Strange and said, "No one here should need psychological treatment, so we have to protect you first. You can't expect me to open this thing's chest."
Strange followed his gaze and glanced at the mummy lying on the bed. After a pause, he said, "We must first confirm that the patient really has a chest cavity."
In just a dozen seconds, it seemed that the penalty for violating the rules had been triggered. A creaking sound began to be heard in the corridor, and the wheezing sound like a bellows was getting closer and closer.
boom! ! !
A loud noise that shook the whole room sounded outside the door that was nailed shut with lead and wood. Schiller gestured to Strange to stay away, and he stepped lightly and looked towards the observation window on the door.
Through the small round observation window, he saw a mummy-like face of a woman, her eyes deeply sunken in her eye sockets. The lower half of her face was not covered with skin, and her teeth and gums could be clearly seen.
She was not wearing a modern nurse uniform, but a white headscarf, a black shirt and a white skirt. She looked more like a nun than a nurse.
Schiller knew that in the early Middle Ages, there was no such profession as nurses, or the difference between doctors and nurses was not so obvious. Most of the nursing work that needed to be done by women was done by nuns. Later, nurse uniforms were also improved on the basis of nun uniforms.
The mummy nun nurse seemed to be holding something in her hand, and was now swinging the thing with an iron chain to smash the door.
boom!
She hit it again, and Schiller saw it clearly. He took two steps back and said, "It seems that our predecessors chose to contribute to medicine in another way."
The nurse was holding a male corpse in a black robe and a beaked mask. The chain went through his lower body, then extended from his chest, and then went around his neck. The nurse held the end in her hand, and then she lifted it up and smashed it against the door.
After only two blows, the door began to wobble. Schiller had no doubt that one more blow would have broken her in.
Just as the nurse was about to hit it for the third time, a quick bell rang. She suddenly loosened the chain in her hand and hurried to the other side of the corridor.
Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that the corridor was safe, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The male body fell in the corner of the corridor, his chest rising and falling slightly, and he seemed to be still breathing.
Schiller snatched the beak mask off his face and slammed the door.
"I think he can still be saved."
"I think so too, which one do you want?"
"Let's take the one in your hand. At least it's fresher." Strange chose the mask that Schiller took from the man, and then handed the one in his hand to him.
The two put on masks. But surprisingly, even when looking out through the glass, there was no blur and the field of vision was not restricted. It was very clear.
But this is not all good news, as it means there must be something that requires them to watch carefully, such as the face-scare scene that cannot be missed.
After checking his equipment again and making sure it was correct, Schiller took out the parchment. The handwriting on it had indeed changed again.
"Plague doctor's examination rules: Doctors need to examine six parts of the patient's body, namely the skin, eyeballs, mouth, limbs, body fluids, and hair. Based on the manifestations of the lesions in each part, a diagnosis of the patient's symptoms and condition is made. For the diagnosis of symptoms, refer to the second book on the right side of the third row of the bookshelf, "Diagnosis of Plague Diseases."
Strange walked quickly to the bookshelf and took out the book mentioned on the parchment.
The book was written in Latin, but Strange happened to know Latin. He flipped through it briefly and said, "It's not complicated. There are about 196 diseases, corresponding to more than 1200 symptoms. The catalog is also well organized, and you can quickly search for what you need. The only problem is that it has nothing to do with medicine."
Schiller also took it and looked at it, and found that Strange was right. Because the various symptoms described in this book are not what normal people would get. For example, there is a symptom in the skin column, which is diffuse black spots on the chest.
That's fine, but the key point is that the symptoms mentioned that the black spots will gradually arrange themselves into the Fibonacci sequence, which is the pattern of the golden ratio sequence. One of the diseases corresponding to this symptom is "Black Death Day is Coming".
Although the plot seems to be medieval, it is obviously mixed with supernatural elements. Strange came to the right place here, because he is not only an excellent surgeon, but also a magician. This is really like coming home.
But Strange obviously doesn't think so. These diseases and symptoms, which are obviously made up, are challenging his three views as a surgeon and a magician at the same time, making him suffer double torment and test.
"How can you make me believe that these examination results, which are like black magic spells, are correct?" Strange said while reading a book. "If he wants to pollute my brain with such wrong knowledge, then he has found the wrong person. My decades of modern medical education experience is not so easily shaken."
"Let's shake it." Schiller picked up the parchment again and saw new words.
"Treatment Guidelines for Plague Doctors: After determining the patient's symptoms and condition, the doctor needs to treat the patient. Please strictly follow the fourth book on the right side of the sixth row of the bookshelf, "900 Plagues and Effective Treatments", and use the instructions on the first book on the second to last row, "Medical Equipment Operation Manual", to correctly operate the medical equipment to assist in the treatment."
Schiller's fingertips slid across the spines of the books on the bookshelf, finally stopping at a bright red. He took out the treatment book first, then squatted down and took the instrument operation manual.
Strange looked at the treatment manual first. As expected, it was full of nonsense. For example, to treat the disease "Black Death Day", one needs to mix a quarter ounce of deer blood with the ashes of the burned third page of the Book of Revelation, evenly apply it to the skin surface where the pattern appears, and completely peel off all the skin that has ulcer reactions and burn it.
If you want to say it is not professional, this thing is written in Latin, and all kinds of processing methods are written in a decent manner, and the data is accurate to one twentieth of an ounce. But if you want to say it is professional, this thing has nothing to do with modern medicine, it is pure nonsense.
However, these examinations and treatments are extremely numerous and complex. They also involve many professional surgical operations, such as thoracotomy, laparotomy, craniotomy, and precise skin and nerve peeling. It is not easy to handle without professional doctors.
Schiller has discovered that this game setting is aimed at Strange. It is really difficult to overcome decades of modern medical common sense and return to the Middle Ages to become an unscrupulous witch doctor.
As for him? He also knew a thing or two about medieval psychology, after all, he had a lot of experience as a pope.
Strange stood in front of the bed on the right and read the examination and treatment manual quickly. He had said before that this thing was not complicated, but he was not bragging. Modern medicine is much more complicated than this.
According to his educational background, this amount of information is roughly equivalent to the amount he had to memorize in one day when he was studying for a final exam in college. It's not a lot.
As he glanced quickly, a few more lines of text appeared on the parchment.
"Important reminder from the plague doctor: During treatment, the patient may not cooperate well, and may also have various reactions due to different treatment methods. You can refer to the first book on the left side of the third row, "How to deal with emergencies in plague treatment". If you really can't handle it, you can destroy the patient."
"Please note that nurses conduct irregular patrols. If they discover any abuse or destruction of a patient, they may take steps to ensure that the doctor is doing his job properly."
"In addition, destroying patients may lead to unpredictable serious consequences, so please be cautious unless necessary."
“Being a plague doctor is a very hard and complicated job, and you need to explore more rules on your own. In addition, you can work hard, or take a proper rest, or... just survive.”
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