The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3366 Miraculous Doctor ()

Chapter 3366 Miraculous Doctor ()

"Didn't you tell me before that you were going to have a kidney removal surgery?" Schiller put one hand on the lever of the passage and looked at Strange.

"I mean, the conditions for organ removal surgery are not met here." Although he had guessed what Schiller was going to do, Strange still said out of his professional instinct, "Organ removal is actually not difficult. Even non-professionals can do it. The difficult part is to ensure the patient's survival and the activity of the removed organs."

"So you mean we can pick it?"

"Yes, if you don't consider the survival rate, it's totally fine."

Schiller thought about it for a while and then said, "What if it's not a human organ? Can you guarantee that it can be removed intact?"

"It's not a big problem," Strange said. "Even though I don't understand their body structure at all, there's nothing I can't do with delicate operations. Removal will definitely be no problem."

Schiller touched his chin and said, "On the first day, our patients were mostly civilians, and they didn't seem to have any special identities. But later, a civilian hero came here, and then Stark and Ravenman came."

"This means that the patients we encounter in the future may become more and more powerful and not so easy to fool. Stark has a gun, so the others may not be without weapons or superpowers. It's not so easy to kill them and silence them."

"You want to take something out of their bodies while keeping them alive?" Strange tapped the edge of the bed and said, "But if they leave the hospital and feel unwell, they may find something if they go to other places for examination."

"Then they won't have the chance to go elsewhere for checkups," Schiller said. "To make sure they don't get found out, they'll eventually die, but they can't die here. Otherwise, it could affect the hospital's reputation and cause no one to come here for treatment."

Strange nodded and said, "That's right. Although there is no quantitative standard, I guess the reputation value should still exist. The previous patients were just tutorials for novices, and it didn't matter if they died. But starting with the plot character Nova, the success rate of treatment has become important."

"The good news is that we didn't kill too many people after that." Schiller continued, "At least Stark got out alive, which should have increased our reputation points."

"The game has been guiding us to balance income and reputation. We can sell patients' organs for money. But if too many people die, we won't be able to receive more patients."

"And the plot in the dream world is constantly progressing, requiring us to find a solution as soon as possible. So we can't stop exploring the real world. We have to see more patients and find out what's going on."

"But we can't let him lead us by the nose."

Schiller licked his teeth again. The tooth he lost was the last tooth on the right side except for the wisdom tooth. Although it did not affect his speech and chewing for the time being, if he continued like this, the damage would definitely become more and more serious.

"What are you going to do?"

"As I said before, people can die, but they can't die here. It's best to die soon after returning home, so that you don't have to check what organs you have lost."

"There are police in this world," Strange reminded. "If their deaths are too similar, it will definitely attract the attention of the police. If the police find out that they have all been to the same hospital recently, then we will be at high risk of being exposed."

“Then don’t make their deaths look too similar.” Schiller tapped the top of the lever with his fingertips. “There are more than a thousand different kinds of plague.”

Strange took a deep breath and said, "Do you want to extract plague samples from patients and transplant them into other patients to control the time of their death?"

"That's right," Schiller said with a grin. "Among all the types of diseases we know about, there are about 200 types of diseases where the time from infection to onset is very accurate. Once we encounter this disease in a patient, we can find a way to preserve the virus sample."

"In this way, when we encounter valuable organs from patients, we can first remove the organs through surgery, and then let the patients be infected with a plague of controlled duration to ensure that they will get sick and die soon after returning home, and we will not be able to trace them back."

"And the police?"

"Even if the police come after us, we can use excuses like substandard hygiene and cross infection to get away with it. After all, what else can we expect from a hospital in this day and age?"

“What if they do an autopsy and find out the organs are missing?”

"Among the more than 200 diseases whose onset time can be controlled, there are more than 60 diseases that can cause devastating limb damage. For example, in the case of acute mineral sickness, about eight hours after infection, the patient will completely turn into a cluster of minerals, and it is impossible to examine the organs of such a corpse."

"Moreover, many diseases are contagious. Although I don't know how this world deals with the spread of diseases, it's probably the same tricks. Killing the infected and cremating them as soon as possible must be the best way to deal with it. No brave forensic doctor would dare to perform an autopsy on a plague patient."

"How do you plan to preserve the virus sample? How do you infect the patient without him noticing?"

"Many diseases have symptoms before they fully develop," Schiller said. "This is the underlying setting of this game. Otherwise, we would have no way of checking what disease the patient has."

"Yes. But these signs usually take some time to appear. There are no symptoms when the infection is just beginning. How can we convince the patient to stay here until we can observe symptoms?"

Schiller seemed to have expected this. He smiled and tapped the tool tray next to him, then said, "This is the key. I just bought a normal anesthetic from the bear keeper. This stuff is based on some kind of magical principle, and the effect is almost the same as modern anesthetic preparations."

Strange immediately understood Schiller's idea and said, "You plan to use this professional anesthetic to help patients skip the initial stage of infection?"

"That's right. And we can completely control the dosage of anesthetics to control when they will get sick after they get out."

"Let's take oripathy as an example. The onset of acute oripathy is about eight hours, and the initial symptoms appear about two hours after infection."

"Then we only need to anesthetize the patient for two hours to confirm whether he is infected. If we let him go at this time, he will become ill in six hours."

"But if we keep him under anesthesia for seven hours, he will have a seizure within an hour of leaving, or even within seven and a half hours, or seven hours and 50 minutes. By that time, he will definitely not be home and there is a high probability that he will have a seizure on the street."

“Will this be any good for us?”

"Of course, what if we can control the time precisely to seven hours and fifty-nine minutes? After we push the patient back through the passage, he will only have a few dozen seconds left to get sick. Who will be the unlucky one then?"

Strange also smiled.

Schiller looked back at the bed behind him and said, "I guess as the plot progresses, someone will come to help us improve and expand the ward. By then, a passage will appear above the two beds, and we will run between patients with various strange diseases, working hard to improve the cure rate, earn money, and advance the plot."

"But we don't actually have to spend money to expand the corridor. The remaining two beds can be used to place anesthetized patients. This will greatly reduce our workload, and at the same time, it will not be slow to increase our reputation and earn money."

"The only problem is..."

"It's a bit unethical, yes, but would you do it?"

"Whatever, let's do it."

"Click." The metal lever was pulled down. The rustling sound was heard again, and with a "bang", a figure fell on the operating table. Two slender black shadows, one on the left and one on the right, seemed to be the god of death approaching.

The person who landed on the operating table again was a green-skinned figure, short in stature, with short limbs, but large hands. His facial features were wrinkled, and there were many bark-like lines on his skin.

This thing that looked like a small tree spirit was also knocked unconscious when it fell. Schiller had discovered that the patients who came here were not conscious, which might be the convenience provided by the game system.

A few seconds later, the little tree elf woke up in a daze. As soon as he woke up, Schiller saw his eyes that were like golden gems.

When Schiller looked at Strange, Strange happened to look up at him. Their eyes met for a second, and then they separated to do their own things.

About ten minutes later, Schiller put the two golden gems into the glass jar. Strange began to peel off the bark-like existence on the skin, and then said, "Limb Atrophy is not what you want, right?"

"Yes, this disease takes too long to develop and is too low in lethality. It is just more contagious."

"How to deal with it?"

Schiller put the glass jar down and said, "The fireplace is running low on firewood. Fill it in. I wonder what treasures the fireplace will give us."

Strange immediately understood that Schiller must have some guesses about the fireplace and was now trying to verify them.

Schiller put down the glass jar, walked to the operating table, dragged the motionless tree spirit down and threw it near the fireplace. Because it was relatively small, Schiller threw it directly into the fireplace.

The flames in the fireplace flashed, and the tree spirit's body was quickly burned to ashes. A "gurgling" sound came from the chimney again, like some terrible monster was vomiting.

"Snapped!"

Something fell into the flames and then onto the ground. Schiller went over to pick it up and found that it was a toenail.

Strange also came over. He looked a little disgusted, put on gloves and took the nail, then shook his head and said, "I am sure this is not my toenail. And what I lost was my thumb. This piece is too small, there is no way it can be the toenail of the thumb."

Schiller thought for a moment, then he quickly walked to the shelf and took out the tooth from the glass jar.

After observing the structure of the tooth, he found that this tooth was not the one he lost. Judging from the structure of the tooth and the wear and tear, this should be the second premolar, which is the third to last tooth after the wisdom tooth. The one Schiller lost was the first to last.

"Do you think this thing can be brought into dreams?" Strange expressed his speculation. He said, "Take the punishment for us? Is that what you mean?"

"It's very likely." Schiller said, "This should be a prop that helps us delay the advancement of the dream plot."

"What will happen if we don't sleep?" Strange frowned and asked, "It seems that there is no mandatory sleeping rule here, right?"

"I guess if we don't sleep for a long time, something else will happen." Schiller, who obviously knows more about game design, said, "The consequences may be much more serious than losing a tooth."

Strange sighed and said, "It seems that we still need to figure out what happened in the dream. Why are the two children we control being tortured?"