The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3361 Miraculous Doctor (5)

Chapter 3361 Miraculous Doctor (V)

"Do you want anesthesia?" Schiller asked, looking up.

Strange, who was already sorting out his gloves and preparing to rinse them, said, "Are you sure you can mix the dose?"

Schiller took a look at the woman's height and weight, then said, "That's pretty close. Without anesthesia, I'm afraid the two of us wouldn't be able to hold her down."

Then he leaned over and carefully observed the wound and the woman's current condition. He said, "I'm afraid I need to give her some adrenaline. I remember the healing manual mentioned that the juice of several plants has similar effects. I can only take a gamble."

"Your professional skills as a psychiatrist are not useful?"

"What effect? ​​To persuade her to lie quietly in bed and think of something happy while her stomach is being cut open?"

Schiller was rummaging through the cabinet as he spoke, and Strange also took on some of the assistant's duties, flushing the abdominal cavity alternately with saline and drugs.

"The situation is worse than I thought," Strange said. "Her organs have been hit and there are signs of bleeding. One of her kidneys may have to be removed, but I don't think we have the conditions for such an operation."

"We have to give it a try. After all, these people are more tenacious than humans, right?"

"You'll have to ask the fireplace about that."

"Yeah, we still have to ask our stomachs."

Schiller took a few plants to the operating table and did the pre-processing while flipping through the manual. After a while, he brought a few needles and said to Strange, "Push half of this one in, push all of this one in, and then pray to God."

Strange took it and said while inserting the needle in his arm, "You must know how to inject, otherwise I won't be able to give you additional anesthesia later."

"Let me try." Schiller tied the woman's limbs with ropes to prevent her from struggling too hard during the operation and causing secondary injuries.

"Wait, what is this?" Schiller found bleeding teeth marks on the back of the woman's calf when he was tying the rope. It looked like she had been bitten by a dog.

"I told you that God will not bless anyone who meets me. There is no rabies vaccine here." Schiller checked the bite wound. "The bite wound on the calf is much fresher than the knife wound on the abdomen. This female warrior must have been fighting until she fell into a coma."

Strange just glanced there and said, "It's too early to worry about rabies. If we can't stop the internal bleeding and deal with the kidney problem, she won't live long enough for rabies to develop."

"The problem is, she wasn't necessarily bitten by a dog."

After the preparations were completed, the two began to formally clean the wound. Strange cut away the necrotic skin bit by bit, and Schiller helped him fix the wound and clean the waste on the waste tray.

Strange's hands were so fast that they left afterimages. After the skin was removed, he held out his hand and said, "Tweezers."

Schiller handed him a pair of tweezers. Strange was about to put them on the wound when he froze. He looked at the tweezers in his hand speechlessly and said, "Why don't you just drive an excavator over here?"

Schiller was also stunned, and then realized that the tweezers might be too big. But he didn't know what Strange was going to do, and if he just mentioned the tweezers, who would know which one to give him?

Strange waved his hand impatiently and said, "Push the tool cart over here and I'll take it myself."

Schiller pushed the cart over. Strange continued his work without stopping. He took a hemostat, clamped the blood vessel, and put it toward Schiller, then said, "Hold it and don't move."

Schiller took the hemostatic forceps and Strange continued to operate. Soon, the wound was cleaned up visibly, although it was still red and swollen.

"It can't be sewed now." Strange said, "First drain the abdominal fluid, then I will make an incision in the side abdomen to check the kidneys."

Strange took a long and thin needle and prepared to draw out the abdominal fluid. Since the fluid was caused by infection, after drawing out the fluid, the abdominal cavity had to be lavaged. But before starting, Strange hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Schiller was bandaging the woman's calf wound, and he looked up at the motionless Strange and asked.

"The condition of her internal organs is too bad. Any slight change may cause internal bleeding. But if it is not treated, she will soon die of infection." Strange hesitated for only about a second, then continued his hand movements and said, "It is a shame to ask the surgeon to pray to God."

"If she were a human, she wouldn't have been able to come to see you." Schiller said as he wrapped the bandage around her. "Isn't it better to think this way?"

"Not at all," said Strange.

"That's because I'm not good at cheering doctors on in the operating room." Schiller smiled and said, "You're the one who stays in the operating room all year round. Shouldn't you be the one encouraging me?"

"Encourage you? Encourage you to let more people into the hearth?"

"Look at it from a bright side. At least I have a lot of experience in disposing of corpses. Otherwise, we would have been beaten to death by the head nurse as soon as the game started."

Strange finally laughed, but he still snorted coldly and said, "My medical skills won't give you too many opportunities to destroy the body."

"Yes, and my speed in destroying the corpse won't give your medical skills much chance. The two of us are simply the best partners."

Strange stopped his hand, exhaled and said, "Stand over here. I need to check the condition of her kidneys."

The two exchanged positions. Schiller observed the condition of the wound and thought that it was probably too bad before, so it looked okay now. However, judging from Strange's complexion, the condition was terrible.

Just as Strange was cutting into the side of his abdomen, the nurse's footsteps came from the corridor again. Strange put on his mask, and Schiller came to the door.

"Give me the report before the bell rings..." the nurse's hoarse voice sounded.

"Report?"

"Yeah... didn't you write it?"

"Yes, I have, ma'am. It is beautifully written and full of emotion. I will give it to you in a moment."

The nurse's eyes rolled around and she walked away from the observation window.

"Why do we still have to write a report?!" Schiller screamed, and then said, "Why are we playing a medical topic? Are we here to play games or to work overtime?!"

"You write it. I don't have time." Strange said, "I have to try to save her from the infection. I may have to remove one of her kidneys."

"I knew it..." Schiller muttered as he walked to the desk next to the bookshelf at the deepest part of the operating room.

As soon as he sat down, he said as if he remembered something: "If the report is given to the nurse, I'm afraid it won't be filled out truthfully..."

"Of course not, that's why you need to write it." Strange said, "Try to make up something to fool her."

Schiller sighed resignedly and began to write hard.

He didn't know how to write a surgical report in this era, so he just wrote it according to the modern report. The whole report was written with beautiful words and rich emotions. Except for some slight discrepancies with the facts, it was almost perfect.

Finally, before the bell rang again, Schiller handed the parchment filled with writing through the crack in the door.

The nurse just glanced at it and didn't look closely. But before leaving, she said meaningfully: "Those who are suffering from the plague are cursed people. They are a group of shameless liars and hooligans. No matter what they say to you, it's just nonsense. It's better not to let me know that you believed them..."

"Don't worry, ma'am. There's no such chance."

With a click, the door closed. Schiller added one last sentence in his mind: "After all, no one has survived to speak so far."

Schiller keenly noticed that a red button was lit on the door of the passage in front of the operating table. This should mean that the work for the day was over and no more patients would come.

But Strange is still working overtime, and today will probably be another sleepless night.

He was busy there, and Schiller was not idle either. The mandrake anesthetic was out of stock and needed to be re-prepared. The several other medicines used today also needed to be re-prepared.

The most important thing was that the sulfuric acid produced once before was not enough. He had to prepare enough for the whole day at once during his break. This was a big project and it would take him half a day to finish it.

While waiting for the preparation of the medicine and the production of sulfuric acid, Schiller went to the fireplace to pick out some bone residues. As he was turning the wood with a stove hook, he vaguely saw a shadow on the darkened inside of the fireplace.

Schiller leaned over to look inside, and a ghostly figure emerged from the thick smoke and rushed towards him. Schiller was not frightened, but he was choked. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

When I looked further inside, the deepest wall of the fireplace disappeared, replaced by a huge mouth like an abyss.

"Give it to me..." Schiller vaguely heard a sentence.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"food……"

"God, you are such a big eater." Schiller couldn't help but sigh, "Isn't eating three and a half people a day enough?"

The other party seemed to be stumped by his question and did not speak again. When Schiller looked at the fireplace again, the big mouth had disappeared, as if it was just his hallucination.

It seems that this should be a mandatory cutscene, which may be triggered by throwing enough people in. But they met the conditions in one day, and the other party may have realized that they came a little too early.

Schiller looked into the room again and found that Strange was right. The lights in the room were much dimmer than when they first arrived, and the stench was getting stronger and stronger, enough to make people feel uneasy.

He remembered that the parchment said that destroying the patient might lead to unpredictable serious consequences, which might refer to some abnormalities in the room.

He finally had time to look at the books on the bookshelf. As expected, he found an entry about emergency treatment in the bottom row of the bookshelf. The book mentioned that some patients would go crazy or show various abnormalities that could spread due to the disease, and at this time they must be destroyed.

The destruction process is actually just stuffing them into the fireplace, but the manual also mentions that destroying patients suffering from the plague may lead to some unknown terror, so it must be done with caution.

Schiller naturally began to think: "What if I destroy the patient according to the procedure?"

It was indeed more urgent during the day, so they simply stuffed the patient into the fireplace, accidentally complying with the destruction procedures in the manual.

But in fact, if you are not in such a hurry, Schiller has many other ways to destroy the body. If you don't follow the destruction process, does it count as destruction?

Schiller stroked his chin and gradually came up with an idea.