The musty smell and rotten smell in the room did not dissipate for a long time. The clock hanging on the wall had no scale. One pointer stayed in place with the number "1" engraved on it, and the other pointer turned for half a circle.
In front of the clock were two plague doctors in black robes and bird beak masks. One of them was holding an oil lamp to illuminate the face of a mummy, and the other was wearing white gloves and tweezers to lift the eyelids of the hideous face.
"The eyeballs disappeared, there was no blood, and there was dry gravel. It was initially judged as the initial symptoms of 'gaze at the abyss'...syringe."
Strange reached out to Schiller. Schiller looked at him, and he also looked up at Schiller. The two of them stared at him.
"Are you planning to let me do the job of the chief surgeon and assistant alone?" Strange asked.
Schiller then realized. He walked to the tool shelf next to him to look for the syringe, and said, "I don't want to help, the key is that I usually have to stand by the bedside and shout to the patient to cheer. You'd better not expect me to provide any professional help."
Strange snorted coldly and said, "You not only shout for cheering up, but you also mock and orchestrate the surgeon."
"You're wrong. I won't say in the operating room that the surgeons are not good, after all, they had a knife in their hands at that time." Schiller shook his head while selecting syringes on the shelf.
"Do you think this is OK?" Schiller took two syringes. Strange rubbed his eyes and said, "This is the injection syringe. Take the thinner one, which is the one on the row of racks below."
Schiller took a thinner and smaller needle. Strange inserted the needle into the mummy's arm and pulled out a tube of liquid. However, the liquid was black and there seemed to be some dust mixed inside.
Strange paused slightly, handed the needle to Schiller, and said, "Take it to the test bench and make a wax oil mix."
Schiller walked over. He saw this part in the book he had just checked. Although he was a psychologist, he was also a medical school. And he basically did not take the final exam in a normal way, but he had a good memory in nature and could basically be called a memory that he could never forget.
He first picked up the purple candle piled on the wall shelf in front of the inspection table, lit the candle, dripped two drops of wax oil on the brass spoon. Then he placed another thick white candle under the spoon and continued to heat it.
Hold a small spoon in one hand and take a tin sheet with the other hand. After dropping the blood from the needle into the wax oil and mixing it, pick it up and apply it on the tin sheet with the needle.
"No color change," Schiller said after observing, "but the solidification rate is very slow. Do you need to do another plant juice reaction experiment?"
"Test the toxicity with a mandala." Strange said, using a sharp blade to cut the index finger of the mummy. After discovering the hollows under the skin and the granulums protruding from it, he said: "Forget it, don't do it anymore. It is already confirmed that it is a burned witch. The limbs have begun to degenerate."
Schiller put down what was in his hand and was about to say something when he heard the clock making a "clang".
The mummies on the hospital bed suddenly began to twitch.
"Did you have timeout?" Strange looked up at the clock. The hour hand had been turned for half a circle, and the second half circle was marked with red. This may mean that once the patient stayed on the hospital bed for too long, abnormal reactions may occur.
Schiller rolled up his sleeves and walked over and said, "Isn't this my professional field? Be quiet! Otherwise, I'll be calm!"
"Is there a tranquilizer?" Strange asked.
"No, but isn't there a mandala? Since it's a witch, it should be a human, and poison is the same."
As Schiller said, he walked to the shelf next to him, picked up two green fruits with spiked thorns, and pounded them twice with the grinding pestle on the workbench next to him, and many small black particles fell out. He smashed them twice with force, and some transparent juice oozed out.
Schiller took out the injection tube just now, poured some water into it with a water tank, then added the juice, shook it hard, and handed it to Strange.
"I'm going to name it Mandala Anesthetic, what do you think?"
Strange looked down at the injection in his hand and said, "I really can't imagine what modern medicine would be like if you were born in the Middle Ages."
He was just talking, and the mummy on the hospital bed was thrusting a carp, and with a wave of his left hand hit Strange's forearm.
"Oh, damn it! Don't touch my hand!!" Strange quickly picked up the pliers on the tool holder and smashed it hard. With a "bang", he smashed the mummy back to the bed.
"You damn bastard, don't you know the importance of the surgeon's arm?! Schiller, come and hold him down and do a second anesthesia!"
Schiller also put on gloves, took the pliers from Strange's hand, held both sides of the pliers on the neck of the mummy, and pressed her tightly on the bed.
Strange took the needle and injected the liquid inside into the vein of the mummy, assuming it still had veins.
As it turned out, it might have. Within 30 seconds after the liquid was injected, the mummy twitched and stopped moving.
"Has he been anesthetized or died?"
"Don't you trust my level of preparation of the agent?"
"If you die, throw it into the fireplace," Strange said. "This will save some time for the next patient."
"I finally know how you have more than 20 surgeries a day."
Schiller walked to the door, looked out through the observation window, and said, "The head nurse is not here, let's go."
One of them held arms and the other raised his legs and carried the mummy directly to the fireplace. Schiller didn't know what the specific process of destroying the corpse was. He thought he might find a book on the bookshelf, but he was really too lazy to read it now and could burn it directly.
Schiller glanced at the mummy, then looked at the fireplace, and said, "No, you have to dismember the body first, otherwise you won't be able to stuff it in."
"You are professional in this regard, listen to you." Strange walked back and got a bigger knife, and said, "It should be almost the same to remove the legs."
"The head must also be removed. The skull is burning too slowly, and it will be troublesome if the head nurse finds it. I see sulfur and distillation equipment there, so I will prepare some concentrated sulfuric acid in case of emergency."
Strange immediately started to do something, cut his hip joint, removed his leg in just a few strokes, and then began to split the other leg.
Schiller checked the quality of sulfur and found that although it was not very pure, it could barely be used. Preparing corrosive chemical liquids was his specialty. Although he did not expect to completely destroy the body with this thing, chemical methods could cover up most parts with strong human characteristics, such as hair, knuckles and genitals mentioned before.
Soon, the distillation equipment began to bubbling. Strange's work was basically completed, and he rubbed his knife and said, "It took most of our time to understand the rules, which is not fair. So we can only do this. But we will treat the next patient well, right?"
"That's right." Schiller nodded, stepped over the body and took his head away, smashed it with a hammer on the tool holder, corroded it away little by little with chemical preparations, and threw the remaining residue into the fireplace.
Suddenly, the light flashed at the front door. Schiller immediately turned his head and looked over, and sure enough, he saw the eyes that were deeply trapped in his eye sockets.
"Good noon, ma'am. The room is a little cold, we need to roast the fire." Schiller said without changing his face, and at the same time, he pushed the fallen thigh bone into it with his toes.
Unexpectedly, the nurse actually spoke.
"Go to work quickly! There are still many patients waiting!"
Her voice was like a leaky bellows, with a vague tone, and a slightly weird sound, which seemed very terrifying in an environment full of rotten smell.
"Okay, OK." Schiller immediately stood up and said, "Come now."
The two returned to the operating table.
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The metal door on the wall in front of the operating table seemed to be where the patient came out. Schiller saw two pull rods above. One pull rod handle had a downward arrow and the other was an upward arrow.
Schiller pulled the lever of the upward arrow and the door opened. A scattered sound came from inside, and there were even some dialogues vaguely heard from above, but the sound was too low to hear clearly.
Schiller and Strange looked at each other, but both tacitly looked into the passage.
Suddenly, something fell out of the passage with a slam. Schiller picked it up and saw that it turned out to be two copper coins.
His eyes immediately lit up, observing the two copper coins, and then said, "You actually have money to get it? Is this salary? Or is it the reward for treating a patient?"
Before he could figure it out, the next patient arrived.
This time, he was not a mummy, he looked like a living person, brown-skinned, and an adult male. Judging from the bone structure, he was a bit similar to Latino, but he didn't look like an ordinary human, because his eyes had two pupils, which was not any symptom, which means he was born like this.
His abdomen was raised high and wriggling abnormally, and he could vaguely see traces of snake-shaped movement.
"God, what did you eat?"
"Save me, save me! I have worm disease! Doctor, save me!" The patient kept screaming and almost turned off the operating table.
"Worm disease? Oh, worm feast syndrome, right?" Schiller picked up the book next to him and took a look.
"You have to open your stomach." Strange took out the scalpel again, adjusted the position of the gloves, and then said, "Give him a shot of anesthetic, and then take the insect cage..."
Schiller went to prepare a mandala anesthetic, which slightly reduced the dose to prevent the patient from being poisoned. After the injection, the other party stopped moving quickly, but he was still breathing, so it seemed that the anesthetic was successful.
Schiller did not take the insect cage in the treatment manual, after all, the thing had to be opened and locked. He took the pliers directly and said, "If you throw the bugs over, I will throw them directly into the fireplace and burn them, which is convenient and quick."
Strange glanced at the fireplace, said nothing, and started to use the knife directly.
He first drew a trace, as if he was positioning it. But the moment his skin was weakened, two black worms like earthworms came out. Strange picked it out with a knife and threw it on the ground, and Schiller then grabbed it and threw it into the fireplace.
He looked at the door, made an "OK" gesture to Strange, and said, "The head nurse is not here, continue."
Strange seemed to have lost patience by the insects. He threw away the small scalpel in his hand, took out the big knife he used to remove bones before, and cut open the entire abdominal cavity with one knife.
This time, the worm exploded. Strange couldn't dodge and the worm sprayed directly on him.
"Damn it! Get out of it! Get out of it!!! Damn bugs!!!" Strange danced and wanted to get the bugs on his body.
Schiller rushed over and helped him slap the bugs off. Strange rushed directly to the sink and retching. Schiller kept doing it and picked up the sulfuric acid from the flask next to him and poured it directly into the patient's abdomen.
Mandala is not a real anesthetic, and it cannot achieve the effect of modern anesthetics at all. The patient's abdominal cavity was awakened by the severe pain of corroding and let out a terrible scream.
Schiller suddenly turned his head and looked at the observation window, stomped the surviving insects to death, and shouted at Strange: "Stop vomiting! Come and treat it quickly!"
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the door. Schiller flashed and blocked the patient's abdomen. The nurse's eyes appeared in the observation window.
"Hello, ma'am."
"What are you doing?! Why are the patients screaming so badly?!"
"The anesthetic has failed, we will make up for it now!" Schiller said hurriedly, "It won't be long, ma'am, it'll be fine soon!"
The nurse was skeptical, and Schiller inhale suddenly, picked up the scalpel that was thrown away by Strange, and stabbed it into the chest.