The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3384 Miraculous Doctor (28)

Chapter 3384 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-eight)

Stark looked at the blast furnace in the lounge in amazement.

After two days of rest, he was able to walk. The operating room was very busy recently, and there were many patients in the inpatient room, so Stark moved to the lounge to continue recuperating.

But he didn't expect that the scene in the lounge was a lightning strike at the beginning. My goodness, I, Iron Man, haven't even started smelting iron yet, how come you, a psychologist, are already working on the blast furnace?

"Can this thing really be refined?" Stark looked at the furnace puzzled. He said, "Although theoretically it is possible, theoretically speaking, the flame temperature is definitely not high enough..."

"You'll know if the flame temperature is high enough if you try it," said Schiller, who was standing behind him.

Stark hesitated, but it was inconvenient for him to squat, so he sat on the bed next to him, took a long iron rod and reached into the stove to turn it over. When the bellows were pumping, he saw a flame that was close to white in color.

"That's not right. The structure of this thing obviously can't raise the flame temperature to such a high level. Is there something wrong with the flame?"

This greatly aroused Stark's interest. He would rather cross one leg and come over to study what was going on with the furnace.

Schiller gave him some ore and asked Stark to study it himself. In fact, he didn't know much about the principle of the fireplace.

In particular, I don’t understand why the fireplace becomes extremely hot after a period of time, making it impossible to stay in the lounge, but the efficiency of smelting minerals increases.

He could only understand that this kind of gameplay was allowed in the game, and it was a reward they prepared for innovative players like him.

Schiller ignored Stark because he had something important to do. The most important thing was to realize his previous plan, which was to make patients sick and control their death time.

But this time it was not to prevent them from noticing anything wrong, but because he was finally going to take action against the wooden man Wood.

In the past two days, Schiller had gotten almost all the information about the outside world from Stark, the most important of which was the consultation room he had visited twice.

Although Steve brought him here this time and he didn't see anything, he saw it clearly the previous time.

At the other end of the corridor was a room about the size of a primary operating room. Half of it was an office with a glass window, where a wooden man with many arms sat.

You have to line up in front of the glass window, go through the initial inspection and pay the fee, and then go to the lounge next to it to wait. After your name is called, go to the other side of the glass window, where there is a pipe entrance that takes up an entire wall.

Wood would use his long wooden arms to pick up patients, stuff them into a tube, and then take them to different operating rooms for treatment.

Recovered patients would also fall through the same opening in the pipe, be caught by Wood's arms, and then thrown out of the hospital through a window on one side.

Yes, this hospital does not have an inpatient department. Patients are required to leave immediately after the operation and are not allowed to stay. Even if you die there immediately after being discharged, no one will care.

The hospital looked normal, just like a common residential building in Victorian times. However, probably due to the outbreak of plague, there were many patients coming to see the doctor.

If some people wanted to cause trouble, Wood would use his sharp wooden arms to pierce them through. Seeing that they couldn't afford to offend this wooden man, many people bullied the weaker patients and occupied their places in the queue.

Although some patients were weak, they were not so easy to deal with. Anyway, they were divided into several factions outside, fighting each other. When Stark first came in, the floor and walls outside were covered with blood that had not been cleaned up in time. Many fresh corpses were leaning against the corners, waiting to be thrown out by Wood.

Schiller didn't care who was right or wrong in the story. He just knew that he was the most innocent one.

He is just an ordinary doctor in this game world. Even though his skills are a bit poor and his cure rate is relatively low, he has never done anything bad.

It was fine that the damn Wood deducted his money, but he was trapped in the room and couldn't get out, and he had to experience the pain of having his teeth pulled out and his tongue cut in his dreams. But now someone came over to point fingers at him.

Schiller had learned grappling techniques before, so how could he bear such injustice?

So he planned to put his previous idea into practice, that is, to precisely control the time when patients became ill, so that they would become ill when they returned to the consultation room. This would greatly increase Wood's workload.

This is not the end. This wooden man is quite capable. Even if an ordinary patient gets sick, it may not cause any harm to him, so it must be a very crazy disease, combined with some magical damage that the wooden man fears.

Schiller chose the werewolf virus, which was the same disease that the mining hero Nova had contracted. According to his observation, when this disease breaks out, it is somewhat similar to the extreme hyperactivity symptoms of schizophrenia patients, both of which can ignore muscle restrictions and attack all targets indiscriminately.

Moreover, people who are bitten can easily be infected with the virus, and the disease develops quickly, and after the disease occurs, it attacks indiscriminately.

Although patients are all mortals and may not be able to beat a wooden man, if Wood can beat all the patients waiting to see him to death, he will not receive any medical fees. His inability to make money is very important to Schiller.

And not only can't you make money, you have to lose money. Schiller already knew that the person sitting in the waiting room outside was actually a wooden puppet. But Raven said that this puppet was very expensive. The reward given by the bear nurse for the puppet crystal core also confirmed this.

As long as each patient can cause damage to the puppet, it will accumulate and the puppet will be scrapped in no time. Then Wood will have to replace it with a new puppet. Schiller does not believe that its inventory is endless. When the puppets are used up, let's see what he will do.

Physical damage alone is not enough. Schiller decided to give him some magical damage, such as pustules that spray corrosive liquids, fungi that produce hallucinogenic spores, and granulomas that spit flames. All diseases with such aggressive symptoms will be used. The whole person is a super poison king, all of them will die!

In order to cultivate these poison kings, Schiller filled up the operating tables in the operating room and the beds in the inpatient room, and also placed a lot of them on the floor. He also calculated their onset time accurately. It just so happened that the onset time of all the poison species was about the same, so he sent the patients back directly along the corridor.

Because they couldn't see what was going on over there, they could only judge by the faint sounds. Schiller's timing was very accurate. As soon as the patient landed on the ground, before he could be thrown out, he became ill and rushed out howling.

There was a commotion over there. Schiller heard a few screams, as if someone was bitten. He also heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground and something hitting the ground, which should be Wood's action.

Before the commotion over there died down, Schiller sent another one over, and the noise over there became even louder.

Schiller just threw all the patients he had cultivated in the past few days at once. The voices from the other side were so deafening that it seemed that no matter how many hands the wooden man had, it would be difficult for him to control the situation.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Schiller made an extremely bold move - he picked up a pair of pliers and drilled into the pipe himself.

As soon as he lay down, he felt a warm breeze blowing from the back of his head. Then he floated in the passage, and then "whoosh" flew to the end of the pipe.

Without having time to think about the principle behind this, Schiller looked around as soon as he landed.

The consultation room was in chaos. The floor, walls, and ceiling had been dyed completely dark red, with a thick layer of blood plasma floating everywhere. Almost all the patients waiting in the room had died, so the wooden man in the middle of the room with missing arms and legs stood out.

When Schiller saw the smooth wooden head, he rushed up almost like a conditioned reflex and started smashing the head.

The few remaining legs of the wooden monster stabbed at Schiller. Schiller stepped back to avoid it, and stood in the middle of the room with pliers in hand, looking at the wooden man.

"What are you doing? You lunatic!" Wood roared, "Why on earth do you have to keep chasing me?!"

"How much do you pay me per day?" Schiller asked.

The wooden monster froze for a moment, and was obviously stunned. It seemed that he had not expected Schiller to ask this question, despite all his calculations.

"Are you really crazy? Is your brain a mess? Don't you know that the operating room of the hospital is a shelter? Do I have to pay you for providing you with a safe house?!"

"Since you said that, we have to figure it out." Schiller snorted coldly, "Why did the plague break out?"

"Because... because..." Wood took a deep breath and said, "This is the fate they deserve."

"You said 'they', not 'we'. Right?" Schiller seized the loophole in his language and said, "All those in the operating room are innocent. Noah was chosen by God to preserve the fire for mankind during the flood."

"In that case, it is only right that you provide us with a shelter. But I don't think God would let you make us work intensively in the shelter without paying us, right?"

"I...you..." Wood grunted for a long time, then said, "This is part of the punishment they must go through. You are not only innocent, but also executioners! This is what you should do!"

"If this is our obligation, then we should have corresponding powers. What powers do we have?"

"You can survive!"

"But if the plague hadn't broken out, we would have survived."

"The plague is what they deserve!"

"But not us!"

Schiller stepped forward and said bluntly: "No matter what revenge you and some naughty kid are doing, and who is guilty and who is innocent, I can disagree with the result. God cannot judge me."

"I could have lived, but the disaster you created affected my quality of life. You made me work for you on a voluntary basis, but you didn't even pay me. You made a lot of money."

"This proves that no matter how correct the doctrine you claim to be, this matter is just a business to you. Even if this happens to coincide with the revenge action route of a certain evil spirit, it does not prove that you are not a bastard who exploits us."

"Now, give me the house and the money, and you cook two dishes for me before you leave!"

Wood was so angry that he waved his long wooden arms wildly, and the sharp, slender arms flew towards Shileza like an arrow.

Schiller rolled to avoid it, then took out something from behind him - a torch lit by the flames of the fireplace.

With a whoosh, a fierce flame burned up. A shadow stood up faintly in the flames, and a monster made of white flames, more than two people tall, appeared in the room.

Wood took a step back in fear. Just as he was about to look at Schiller, he discovered that he had gone straight back into the original pipe and went back into the operating room in a flash.