"Do you need anesthesia?" Schiller asked with his eyes raised.
Strange was already sorting out his gloves and preparing to rinse, saying, “Are you sure you can do it?”
Schiller looked at the woman's height and weight, and then said, "I'm almost done with her. If we don't have anesthesia, we two may not be able to hold her back."
Then he also bent down and observed the wound and the woman's current condition. He said, "I'm afraid I have to give her some adrenaline. I remember that the healing manual mentioned that the juices of several plants have similar effects, so I can only take a gamble."
"Your psychologist's professional skills cannot play a role?"
"What role does it play? I advise her to lie honestly on the bed when someone cuts her belly open, and want to have something to be happy?"
Schiller said while searching in front of the cabinet, and Strange also assumed part of the duties of an assistant, and was flushing the abdominal cavity with normal saline and medications alternately.
"The situation is worse than I thought," said Strange. "Her organs have signs of impact and there are signs of bleeding. The kidney on one side is probably going to be removed. I don't think we have such surgical conditions."
"Then you have to try it. Anyway, these people are always more tenacious than humans, right?"
"You have to ask the fireplace for this question."
"Yes, we have to ask our stomachs."
Schiller took a few plants and came to the front of the operating table. While flipping through the manual, he carried out pre-processing. After a while, he brought a few needles and said to Strange: "Push this one halfway, push it all, and then pray to God."
Strange took it over and put the needle on his arm, saying, "You must be able to inject it, otherwise I will need to take anesthesia later, so I won't be able to free up."
"I'll try." Schiller used a rope to fix the woman's limbs to prevent her from sanitizing and struggling too hard during the operation, causing secondary damage.
"Wait, what is this?" Schiller found a bloody tooth mark on the back of the woman's calf, which looked like she had been bitten by a dog.
"I just said God will not bless anyone who meets me. There is no rabies vaccine here." Schiller looked at the bite. "The bite on the calf is much fresher than the knife wound in the abdomen. This female warrior should 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 suppress internal bleeding and handle kidney problems, she won't live to develop rabies."
"The problem is that she doesn't have to be bitten by a dog."
After the preparations were completed, the two began to formally debride. Strange removed the necrotic skin bit by bit, and Schiller helped him fix the wound, while cleaning the waste from the waste plate.
Strange's hand was very fast, and he waved the afterimage. After the skin was removed, he stretched out his hand: "Tweezers."
Schiller handed him a tweezer, and Strange was stunned as soon as he was about to stretch his wound. He looked at the tweezers in his hand speechlessly and said, "Why don't you drive an excavator directly?"
Schiller was also stunned, and then realized that it might be that the tweezers were too big. But he didn't know what Strange was going to do. Just talk about tweezers, who knows which one to give him?
Strange waved his hand impatiently and said, "Push your tool cart here and I'll take it myself."
Schiller pushed the cart over. Strange continued to operate his hands without pausing at all. He took a hemostat to pinch the blood vessels, put them to Schiller, and said, "Hold them and don't move."
Schiller took the hemostatic forceps and Strange continued to operate. Soon, under his cleaning, the wound was still red and swollen, but it had become visible to the naked eye.
"It's not possible to suture it now," Strange said. "First discharge the abdominal fluid, and then I'll make a hole in my side abdomen to check the kidneys."
Strange took a long and thin needle and was about to extract the abdominal fluid. Since it was caused by the infection, after extracting the accumulation of fluid, abdominal fluid had to be washed. But before taking action, Strange was a little hesitant.
"What's wrong?" Schiller asked, bandaging the woman's calf wound, looking up at Strange, who was still.
"The internal organs are so bad. Any slight change can cause internal organ bleeding. But if she is not treated, she will die of the infection very quickly." Strange hesitated for about a second before continuing the movements in her hands, and then said, "It is a shame to ask the surgeon to pray to God."
"If she were human, it would be impossible for her to come to see you." Schiller said while wrapping gauze, "Isn't it much better to think about it this way?"
"Not at all," Strange said.
"That's because I'm not good at cheering up doctors in the operating room." Schiller smiled and said, "You are the one who stays in the operating room all year round. Shouldn't you encourage me?"
"Encourage you? Encourage you to get more people into the fireplace?"
"Thinking about the better, at least I have rich experience in destroying corpses. Otherwise, at the beginning of the game, we two would have been beaten to death by the head nurse."
Strange finally laughed, but he still snorted coldly before saying, "My medical skills will not give you too many opportunities to destroy corpses."
"Yes, my speed of destroying corpses will not give you too many opportunities for medical skills. We two are simply the best partners."
Strange stopped his hand and exhaled, saying, "You come here and I have to check her kidney condition."
The two exchanged positions. Schiller observed the condition of the wound. It was probably because his condition was too bad before, so he looked OK now. But judging from Strange's expression, his condition was extremely bad.
Just as Strange was stabbing his stomp from the side, the nurse's footsteps came from the corridor again. Strange put on his mask, and Schiller came to the door.
"Before the bell rang after get off work... give me the report..." The nurse's hoarse voice rang.
"Report?"
"Yes...didn't you write it?"
"Uh, I wrote it, ma'am. The words are beautiful and the voice is full of emotion. I will leave it to you later."
The nurse's eyes rolled around and then left the observation window.
"Why do you have to write a report?" Schiller screamed and said, "What medical theme do you think you can play well? Are we here to play games or work overtime?!"
"You write, I'm not available," said Strange. "I'm going to try to save her from the infection, and maybe one kidney is removed."
"I just knew..." Schiller muttered and walked to the desk next to the bookshelf in the deepest part of the operating room.
He just sat down and said as if he had remembered something: "If the report was handed over to the nurse, I'm afraid I can't fill it in truth..."
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"Of course not, so you need to write it." Strange said, "find a way to make up something and fool her."
Schiller sighed with his fate and began to write hard.
He didn't know how to write the surgical report of this era. Anyway, he wrote it according to the modern report. The whole article was beautifully worded and full of emotion. Except for the facts, it was perfect.
Finally, before another bell rang, Schiller handed out the well-written parchment through the crack of the door.
The nurse just glanced at it and didn't look closely. But before leaving, she said meaningfully: "The people who suffer from the plague are cursed people. They are shameless liars and hooligans. No matter what they say to you, they are just nonsense. It's better not to be known by me, you have listened to them..."
"Don't worry, ma'am. There is no such opportunity."
With a click, the door closed. Schiller added the last sentence in his heart: "After all, there is no one who can speak alive so far."
Schiller keenly noticed that a red button lit up on the door of the passageway in front of the operating table. This should mean that today's work is over and no more patients will come.
But Strange is still working overtime, and it is estimated that today will be another sleepless night.
He was busy there, and Schiller was not idle either. The mandala anesthetic was gone, and it needed to be re-adjusted. There were also several medicines used today that had to be re-adjusted.
The most important thing is that the sulfuric acid I prepared once before was not enough. He wanted to prepare it for a whole day at a time during the rest period. This is a big project, enough for him to work for a long time.
While waiting for the preparation of the potion and the preparation of sulfuric acid, Schiller went to the fireplace and picked out some bone residue. Just as he used the stove hook to turn the wood, he vaguely saw a shadow on the inside of the fireplace that was smoked black.
Schiller bent down and looked in. A ghost that emerged from the thick smoke rushed towards him. Schiller was not scared, but was choked, and covered his mouth and turned his head and coughed a few times.
When looking inside, the deepest wall in the fireplace disappeared, replaced by a big mouth like an abyss.
"Give it to me..." Schiller vaguely heard a sentence.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"food……"
"God, you can eat too much." Schiller couldn't help but sigh, "Isn't it enough to eat three and a half people in a day?"
The other party seemed to be stopped by him and did not speak out again. When Schiller went to see the fireplace again, his mouth had disappeared, as if it was just his hallucination.
It seems that this should be a forced cutscene, which may be triggered by throwing enough people into it. But they met the conditions in one day, and the other party may also realize that it was a bit too early for them to come.
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 here, and the rotten smell became stronger and stronger, enough to make people feel uneasy.
He remembers that destruction of patients may cause unpredictable serious consequences, which may refer to some abnormalities in the room.
He finally had time to read the books on the bookshelf. Sure enough, he found an entry for emergency treatment in the row at the bottom of the bookshelf. This book mentioned that some patients would go crazy or show various diffuse abnormalities due to illness, and they must be destroyed at this time.
The destruction process is actually stuffing it into the fireplace, but the manual also mentions that destruction of patients suffering from plague may lead to some unknown terror, so it must be handled with caution.
Schiller naturally began to think: "What if I don't destroy the patient according to the process?"
It was indeed urgent during the day, so they stuffed the patient into the fireplace, and accidentally met the destruction process in the manual.
But in fact, if it is not so urgent, Schiller has many other ways to destroy the body. If he does not follow the destruction process, isn’t it considered destruction?
Schiller touched his chin and gradually came up with an idea.