The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3378 Miraculous Doctor (22)

Chapter 3378 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-two)

The upgraded operating room became much more spacious, but they were not in a hurry to accept more patients. Instead, they planned to rest for a morning and speed up in the afternoon.

Strange was cleaning the wound on the first patient. Even though he hadn't slept all night, he wasn't sleepy. There was nothing else to do here, so he might as well cure the patient first.

Wanda went to the hospital ward to rest. Maybe because she often drank stimulants before, she had some resistance. After staying up all night, she still felt a little sleepy and fell asleep on the bed.

She entered the dream, but perhaps because she didn't stay there long enough, the dream was vague, as if she was being chased in a dark world.

Schiller was smelting ore in the lounge. He put the ore collected from the patient's body into the modified furnace, and the fully automatic bellows controlled by magic blew the flame brighter. Schiller stared at the ore in the fire with shining eyes.

The three people were busy with their own things and no one noticed that the words on the paper on the desk disappeared, but new words appeared.

"Code of Conduct for Emergency Physicians:

1: If you find that the eyes of the portrait are moving, please immediately grind the eyesight-clearing grass and the root of Aconitum into powder and put it into a small-mouthed incense burner, and place it at the bottom of the portrait until the eyes of the portrait close and tears flow.

2: If you notice the fireplace flame flickering three times, please immediately remove all wood from the fireplace and stay away from the fireplace until the flame returns to a stable state.

3: If you find that the image in the full-length mirror has changed, please hide in the closet immediately and recite the death prayer three times backwards until the image returns to normal.

4: If you find that the skin of the patient on the bed begins to dissolve, please immediately drop your blood on the patient until the symptoms disappear.

5: Failure to follow the above rules will have serious consequences. Please proceed with caution. "

Standing in front of the operating table, Strange felt as if something was staring at him. The gaze was like a thorn in the flesh, making him feel uncomfortable all over, but he couldn't find the source.

"I shouldn't have drunk that cup of tea." Strange muttered to himself, "Staying up late will make me in a bad state. Fortunately, the patient is not that difficult to deal with..."

The subtle sound, like the sound of someone stroking the surface of a piece of paper, approached him little by little. Strange lowered his head and saw dots of blood on the floor between his feet.

Strange was stunned on the spot.

He looked up at the patient on the operating table. The patient's main symptom was skin ulceration. Although there was pus, there was no bleeding.

Strange couldn't help but take a look between his legs and found nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully avoided the pool of blood, walked to the other side of the operating table, and continued his work.

But after a while, he looked down and saw blood in front of his feet again, as if it had spread from under the operating table.

Now Strange felt something was wrong. He put down the tools in his hands and raised his head, only to see that the eyes of the portrait opposite had turned into two bloody holes, with blood oozing out.

Strange was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what was going on and wanted to call for help, but when he thought about how Wanda handled most of the work yesterday and how tired she must be, it was not a good idea to wake her up.

"Schiller is definitely impossible to call. When he is obsessed with something, he can't even hear the sky falling."

Strange chose the simplest way to deal with it.

He first took a rag, threw it on the ground and stepped on it to wipe the blood in front of him. Then he walked to the operating table, took a basin, placed it under the portrait, and caught the blood flowing out of the portrait.

Although this method is simple, it is indeed effective. The blood flowing from the picture frame was caught and kept surging in the basin, but it just couldn't come out. Strange threw two more rags into it, absorbing a lot of blood.

After the hastily finished, Strange went back to deal with the patient. He sped up and finished the remaining work in just over ten minutes, and stuffed the patient back into the corridor.

But the portrait of Dr. Foster also accelerated the bleeding speed. Now it could be said that the blood was flowing like a river. The small basin could not hold so much blood. Most of it flowed out, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Now Strange was no longer thinking about whether to wake up Wanda. He was thinking about how to explain to her after she woke up why he had turned the operating room into this state in just one hour.

He didn't know how Wanda would react, he only knew that if he was at New York Presbyterian Hospital now, he would be scolded by the head nurse of the neurosurgery department until next year.

Strange was not a very good tidy-up guy. To be more precise, surgeons were not that type of people. What they were best at was walking away after the operation, leaving a mess for the interns and nurses to deal with.

He might even take some items from the operating room, leaving the nurses to look for them for the entire afternoon. While everyone was frantically searching for the items, he would stand in the crowd with a dazed look on his face, repeating "I can't get there" like a serial killer who had returned to the crime scene to observe the police.

Strange looked at the mess in front of him and was at a loss. He wanted to clean it up, but didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. He remembered that the healing manual mentioned a disease called waterfall hemorrhage, and the symptom was heavy bleeding. The treatment manual suggested that the powder of several herbs be mixed and applied to the affected area to stop the bleeding in an emergency.

Although Strange is a surgeon, he is not an ordinary surgeon after all, and he has some knowledge of pharmacology.

He knew that if this emergency treatment method could stop the bleeding, it meant that the herbal powder contained coagulation components. Don't worry about the principle, as long as it works.

Strange hurried to the shelf. He didn't have time to carefully identify what kind of herbs they were. He just took a lot of them and put the rest on the workbench next to him.

The new operating room happened to be equipped with an automatic grinder that seemed to be steam-powered. Strange threw several herbs into it and ground them into powder.

He didn't know how to use the powder correctly, so he just sprinkled it wherever there was blood. Fortunately, his guess was correct. These herbs did have the function of coagulating blood, and they quickly coagulated the blood on the ground into blood clots.

But Strange soon discovered that the eyes of the portrait were still bleeding. If the source was not dealt with, the blood would only increase and would be impossible to handle.

Strange moved the wooden steps next to him, put them under his feet, and smeared the remaining powder on the eyes of the portrait. Soon the portrait was messed up by him, as if it was wearing sunglasses.

This slowed down the blood flow to a certain extent, but still did not fundamentally solve the problem.

The blood that kept flowing out soon washed away the herbs. At this time, the blood on the floor also changed and condensed into strange patterns.

Strange had already picked up the mop from the side of the operating table, wanting to make a final effort, but at this moment he suddenly found that the pattern formed by the blood coagulation seemed a little familiar.

Isn’t this the magic circle-like pattern that appeared under his feet when the little girl he played in his dream was hung up?

Strange stared at the magic circle for a while and confirmed his guess. However, he also knew that if he let the magic circle be completed, something bad might happen. So he simply filled a bucket with water and poured it on the ground.

The water washed away some of the blood, slowing down the formation of the magic circle, but the rest of the blood continued to flow here.

Strange was completely at his wit's end. He walked to the inpatient room and knocked on the door, and heard Wanda getting up from inside.

Wanda was stunned when she opened the door.

The floor was covered with blood. In addition to liquid blood, there was also dark red blood that had already coagulated into lumps, and pink blood that had been diluted by water. The entire floor was a mixture of dark red and light red, and it was almost impossible to tell the original color.

Wanda gasped, and Strange stood beside her, not daring to say a word.

"What's going on?!" Wanda couldn't help but ask, "Where did all this blood come from? What happened to the last patient?"

"It's not a patient." Strange pointed to the portrait next to him and said, "That painting started bleeding for some reason."

Wanda looked at the portrait and scratched her head, not understanding what was going on, but she didn't intend to delve into it. What she had to do now was to deal with this mess quickly.

Wanda took a deep breath and waved her hand, and the mop flew into her hand. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "This Mr. Foster should also be a famous doctor, right? How could he make such a mess in the operating room?"

Strange looked away somewhat guiltily.

Wanda first controlled two brooms to move all the blood clots on the ground into the bucket. But because Strange's herbal powder was not spread evenly, some powder remained on the ground, mixed with the liquid blood, and completely stuck to the floor.

Wanda placed two buckets under the portrait to catch the blood, boiled some hot water in a pot, mixed it with warm water and poured it on the floor, then used a mop and rag to soak up the blood and squeeze it into the buckets.

But she soon ran into trouble. The blood was flowing out too fast, and the bucket would soon be full. Moreover, this blood was not ordinary blood, it seemed to have life, and once it was contained in the container, it would desperately turn outward, and she could not control it.

Wanda controlled the bucket to float above the drain, but the blood wouldn't pour down. Some of the blood that dripped down would fly back on its own, and there was no way to deal with it.

Seeing that the bucket was almost empty and the blood was about to flow onto the floor again. When Wanda was having a headache, Schiller in the lounge heard the noise and came out.

He was also stunned when he pushed open the door.

Looking to the left, there were buckets of either blood or blood clots. Looking to the right, there were two pots boiling, and on the workbench next to the pots were various herbs.

Schiller looked at the two people in shock and said, "You two were having hot pot and didn't invite me?!"