The nurse left. Strange finally finished vomiting. He was still covered with some insect mucus. Schiller dipped a towel into some water in the jug and wiped it.
"You finally do something that your assistant should do." Strange finished speaking, and walked over to check the patient's condition.
"It's so dead." Strange sighed and said, "It's burned."
In less than five minutes, the two of them squatted in front of the fireplace again. Strange reflected: "I was too anxious after knowing that there was a time limit. In fact, if I only opened a small mouth and slowly released the bugs, it would be too late."
"I don't know why you suddenly cut it open. You know that the thing will run around." Schiller said while pounding sulfur, "Our mandala and sulfur stock are limited, and I don't know if it can be replenished, but you still have to save some use."
"The next one is absolutely fine," said Strange. "I swear I will recite the Hippocratic Vow first."
“How can I.”
"Then you can recite it now."
"I solemnly swore, uh...I... abide by my oath and remain loyal... Schiller Rodriguez made his promise gloriously here."
Strange rolled his eyes and said, "How did you forget all the substantive content and remember the clichés?"
"Because I can only make a promise to this," Schiller said, spreading his hand, "I promise that I am very serious, loyal and pious."
“For patients?”
“To God.”
"You want God to bless them?"
“I want God to bless me,” Schiller said, “I know God won’t bless them.”
"How did you know?"
"If God blessed them, they wouldn't have met me."
Strange couldn't help but applaud him, and then said, "I will tell him the truth the day when God takes his hands back."
After saying that, the two stood up again and prepared to welcome the third patient. Strange really recited the Hippocratic oath very seriously.
Unfortunately, the third creature that slid down from the passage was not a human.
"God, what's this thing?! Are wewolves??" Schiller leaned over and took a look, and vaguely saw a wolf's face from the mottled and blood-stained hair.
The thing lying on the hospital bed is about the same size as a human, but it has hair all over, a pointed mouth on its head, and many sharp teeth in its mouth. The hands and feet are obviously not what primates should look like, and they do look closer to the canine family.
"We should learn from the lessons we learned last time, fix it first, and then block its mouth." Strange proposed a practical and effective way to improve success rate.
Schiller also agreed with this method, so he found a rope from the tool shelf next to him, tied the limbs of the strange werewolf, and tied them to the edge of the bed.
If it is a human, gag may be a bit difficult, but the wolf's mouth protrudes outward, so you only need to tie it with a rope.
After blocking the werewolf's mouth, his chest rose and fell violently, and there were frequent tremors and twitching, a bit like coughing.
Schiller touched the blood oozing out from the hair on his mouth with his gloved hands and found some powdery crystals.
"It should be stone lung disease," Schiller speculated.
Strange had already brought a metal loudspeaker and put it on the werewolf's chest, and then turned his ears to listen. When he heard the deep breathing sound like a bell, he stood up and said, "I'm afraid it's a blocked limbic lung disease. You go and prepare the dissolved fog, and I'll do an opening biopsy."
"Be careful, don't get bitten by him again." Schiller said as he walked towards the inspection bench.
The inhaled dissolving fog for treating stone lung disease requires the use of raven blood mixed with the bile of the mother wolf to be distilled on a distiller, and then the distilled gas is pumped into the respirator through the pipe.
Schiller searched on the shelf full of bottles and jars, and soon found a small bottle of raven blood, and a large bottle of the female wolf's bile, both of which smelled bad.
After Schiller mixed in proportion, he put it into the still. But when he put it in, he remembered that he had used the still to treat sulfuric acid.
Schiller stood in front of the still and took a breath. He glanced at the remaining raven blood. The bottle was not big at first, but half of it was used up now, and now there was only a little left.
"Forget it, the werewolf's vitality should be much more tenacious than humans." Schiller said to himself. He activated the still and connected the pipe.
He took out the breathing mask from the side of the shelf by the bed, twisted and sealed the pipe at the other end. However, he was a little troubled when he had to fasten the mask. After all, the wolf's mouth structure was different from that of humans, so it was difficult to fasten the mask tightly.
Strange obviously saw the problem. He said: "The werewolf's vitality should be much more tenacious than humans. Take off the mask and open the tracheotomy and intubate it."
After saying that, he cut the hole in the middle of the werewolf's neck and inserted the tube directly.
In just a few seconds, the werewolf struggled like crazy, almost overturning the operating table. Schiller and Strange both dodged. After all, if this monster broke away, it would be better if he caught or bite him. Who knows whether he has rabies, so run away first.
By the time they came back, the werewolf stopped moving.
"Why are you dead again?" Strange asked his soul question.
But the two of them were not idle either. They pulled out the tube and used the old method to destroy the corpse. This time, they were a little troublesome because the werewolf's hair was everywhere, mixed with blood and stuck to the ground. Schiller took a long time to clean it.
Before throwing his torso into the fireplace, Strange opened his chest and checked it, and found that most of the werewolf's lungs were gone. However, the manual did not mention this symptom. He could only shake his head and say, "It seems that he was coming too late. If he came earlier, we two would definitely be able to save it."
"Yes, poor puppy." Schiller sighed.
Then he said, "It's useless to recite the Hippocratic oath. Why don't you pray to God with me, maybe God is willing to respond to us?"
Strange threw his paws into the fireplace, and as soon as he was about to say something, he looked at the room in confusion and said, "Do you feel like the light is getting dim?"
Schiller also looked around and said, "I feel fine, I can barely see clearly. However, the fine operation of the surgical procedure does require good light. Should I find a way to make a torch?"
After doing it, Schiller stood up and found whale grease in the bottles and jars. Apply the grease on the cloth strips, wrap it on the pliers, and a simple torch was made.
Strange pulled the lever down and the next patient was in place.
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This time the patient was even more heavyweight, basically a small Cthulhu. His head was a complete octopus with a human torso and limbs, but his fingers and toes were also octopus tentacles.
"My God, how did I get this job?" Schiller said, "Do I treat Cthulhu?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Strange said, "it will definitely be successful this time."
Strange first checked his eyes, found nothing abnormal, and then looked at his mouth. Then he looked at his limbs and body fluids. Since the octopus had no hair, this item was not checked.
After taking off the octopus man's upper body's clothes, Strange listened to the chest sound. After thinking for a while, he said, "The regular clicking sound may be heart gear cancer. I need to open it and take a look."
After saying that, he opened his chest very neatly, and indeed saw the gears that were constantly sucking flesh and blood in his heart. The gears were proliferating little by little, and now they have spread to the lungs.
Strange rolled up his sleeves and said, "This requires manual removal and stitching, and maybe bridges. You stand by me and wipe my sweat."
This job is simple. Schiller just needs to take a towel and wait next to Strange. In order to replenish the light, he held a freshly made torch and stood diagonally behind Strange. As long as he shouted to wipe his sweat, Schiller would help him wipe the sweat from his forehead to prevent the sweat from dripping into his eyes and affecting the operation.
Watching Strange perform surgery is a pleasure. It seems that there is some wonderful rule when he takes the surgery. Even if it is removed from something that has never been in the real world, it is still clean and neat, never cutting more flesh or touching an extra blood vessel.
The thin fingers flew between the flesh and blood and had a bloody but weird beauty. The ugly flesh and blood and extremely accurate operations complemented each other, while Strange was as cold and calm as ever.
After about ten minutes, most of the gears were perfectly removed, and not even much blood was released. Only the last gear body was left, stuck in a very tricky position.
Strange took a deep breath and then cut down, and most of the mother's body was dug out.
But at this moment, this strange octopus man woke up. Although he did not react much, as his consciousness recovered, his muscles began to tighten, and Strange stabbed him with a knife.
"Don't move!" he shouted, "Put the anesthesia! Powder the anesthesia quickly!"
Schiller brought the injection again, but the body structure of the octopus and the human being is different, and the injection of the medicine is ineffective. The octopus man was whispering and struggling desperately.
Schiller was about to reach out and hold him down, but he waved the tentacles on his chin and knocked off the torch in Schiller's hand.
The pliers that were burned red by the flames hit his face straight. The flames ignited the tentacles and the octopus man let out a terrible scream.
The two of them originally wanted to put out the fire, but as they were extinguished, the fragrance scented.
What can Schiller do? He waited for Strange until midnight and didn't even have a midnight snack. He has come here now, so he can't waste it, right?
Ten minutes later, Strange and Schiller squatted beside the fireplace with a skewer of grilled squid.
"I think there are big problems with our working methods." Schiller sighed and said, "I'm fine. You are the best surgeon in the world who is known as the Hand of God. How can you do your job like this?"
"I'm thinking about the question you mentioned before." Strange bit a squid whisker and said, "How did we both get this job?"
Schiller ate a squid whisker in one bite, chewed it hard in his mouth, and then said, "I fully suspect that I might be a killer. I would choose this job because I will kill it faster here and will not be discovered."
"What about me? I should be a miracle doctor," said Strange. "Otherwise I wouldn't be assigned to the same operating room as you."
"Come on, you're not much better, either." Schiller sprinkled some salt on the squid whiskers and said, "You have a very talent for killers, I'll tell me."
Strange, who had finished eating, threw the tag into the fireplace, stood up, clapped his hands and said, "Good doctors are good killers, I just think you are praising me."
"Of course. After all, although we are unscrupulous, we are definitely not quacks."