Just as Schiller was thinking, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound coming from behind, and then Strange's scolding.
Schiller immediately walked towards the operating table. As soon as he walked over, he saw that the woman tied to the bed began to struggle desperately, and the wound he had just treated was bleeding wildly.
"Anesthesia! Replenish anesthesia!" Strange was still shouting.
But Schiller pulled him next to him and said, "It's not right."
Strange also noticed at this time that the woman's eyes began to emit red light, and sharp teeth began to grow from her open mouth, and gray hair on her face and limbs grew wildly.
"Werewolf." Strange suddenly said, "The bite mark was not left by the werewolf, right?"
"I'm afraid yes, she's infected." Schiller had expected it.
Strange cursed, his face became very cold, and it could be seen that he was very angry. Anyone who worked hard for a long time and was about to succeed in saving the other party, would feel very angry.
"Don't get close to her," Schiller said. "If we get bitten, it'll be troublesome."
Unexpectedly, the woman showed an extremely painful expression at this time. She said: "Kill me... kill me quickly! I was bitten... kill me quickly!!!"
With a "puff", a long knife penetrated into her eyes. Schiller exerted force on his hand, and the brain mixed with blood flowed out. The woman thrust suddenly, and then fell heavily on the bed, completely silenced.
Looking at the corpse on the bed, the two of them looked at each other speechless.
"Can't throw it into the fireplace anymore," Strange said. "All the shadows in the room are starting to get weird, and the temperature has dropped a lot, which may be the sequelae of our failures too many times."
"We did not fail." Schiller untied the rope on the woman's body, and then said, "The game did not say that we must cure the patients. Give them a pleasure, which is also a relief."
"Have you started to comfort yourself?" Strange sat on the chair next to him. He was obviously a little tired. He worked part-time as a assistant, which made him unable to concentrate on operations. Being frightened while concentrating also consumed more energy.
"You can sleep next to the fireplace and leave the rest to me," Schiller said.
"What are you going to do?" Strange asked with his eyes narrowed.
Schiller raised his chin toward the sewer opening in the corner of the room, and skillfully started cutting with a knife. Strange looked at the sewer opening, but the sewer opening was probably the size of a hand and was still round, so it was difficult to stuff anything in.
Of course, Strange couldn't sleep. He habitually took out the healing manual and started reading it. In the aftermath, Schiller began to disassemble the distillation equipment.
Strangch seemed to know what he was going to do. He took the initiative to put on the bird's beak mask for the first time, then he put the book on his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.
The sound of Schiller's handling of the corpse was like a strange white hypnotic noise. Strange quickly fell asleep. After becoming the Supreme Master, he rarely entered real sleep and spent most of his time meditating, so after entering the dream, he immediately realized his situation.
He found himself in a prison, with a stinking smell in the dark and damp dungeon, and a wailing sound came from the end. When he turned his head left and right, he saw a pair of thin and tender wrists locked in the iron chain...
A group of men in black robes walked into the prison and stopped in front of the cell. One of them opened the door of the cell, took out a needle tube and inserted it into his body. The strange, black and red blood was pulled out from his body.
Strange heard a faint cry, coming from his chest, but not his own voice, and sounded more like a weak little girl.
But before Strange could see the follow-up, he was awakened by the smell of meat.
Schiller was throwing bones into the jar containing sulfuric acid, while the still next to him was opened, and something was cooking inside.
Strange felt that compared with the scene in the real world at this time, the scene in the dream was far from terrifying.
Schiller connected the pipes used for distillation to the sewer opening, and then sent the remaining residues that were corroded and the cooked and then broken into the sewer.
Strange swallowed and said, "Why do you have to..."
"Because it will be more like food residues," Schiller said. "No one will throw away raw meat for no reason, but it's normal if it's leftovers or kitchen waste."
"You don't think there are policemen in this world, do you?" Strange asked.
"Maybe not, but just in case. And I'm also worried that the werewolf virus will spread, and high temperature disinfection is the best way."
Strange understood this way, and he nodded and said, "Yes, high temperature treatment is the safest way. Do you feel any changes in the room?"
"No. It seems that our escape method has worked. We just have to think of a simpler way. If it is during the day, the smell may also arouse the nurse's suspicion."
"Wait a minute." Strange suddenly reacted, saying, "We are working as doctors, not playing the murder silencer!"
"Don't you think enough in reality?" Schiller rushed around the sewer with a water pipe, eliminating the last trace, and then said, "Instead of letting those damn emergencies destroy the fruits of our labor, it's better to choose the easiest way from the beginning."
"Don't you want to make money?" Strange asked.
"There is no place to spend money," Schiller said with a spreading hand. "It doesn't seem to be a goal to make much money. The guaranteed copper coins are enough for us to subscribe to newspapers."
"Okay, it makes sense." Strange came over to help Schiller clean up his equipment and said, "But we have to make it once before the game is over."
"No problem, then find a simpler disease to treat it." Schiller nodded and said, "Not every case mentioned in the examination manual is fatal, you can always encounter a simple one."
The two chatted and packed up, and the night passed quickly. The arrival of the nurse meant that the new day had begun. But after the bell rang in the morning, the nurse quickly left again.
Schiller and Strange were preparing to welcome the next patient, but at this moment, the door suddenly rang.
The two looked at each other. Schiller walked to the door and suddenly a pair of wide eyes appeared on the observation window.
The golden pupils and heavy eyebrows meant that it was not a nurse. Schiller looked at him and said, "Who are you?"
"I am a bear nurse. Do you don't know me anymore? Are you going to have some fun today?"
A piece of parchment was stuffed in through the crack of the door underneath. Schiller picked it up and saw that it turned out to be a list of items.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥Book⊥⊥⊥First⊥!
There are various props written on it. In addition to supplementing the items they already have, there are also many new props, such as mushrooms that clearly indicate the "anthocyanosis" effect.
Schiller roughly understood the gameplay, which is to cure diseases and save people and make money, then buy more props to save more people, and then use the life and death of some people to decide the direction of the game plot.
But, fucking, they no longer plan to have fun, so what props can be used to treat diseases and save people? The sulfur is full!
Schiller took out two copper coins and bought two large bags of sulfur. When he sent the list out, the strange existence who called himself a bear guard seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Do you want this?"
"Yes, please deliver it early. We will use it later."
The bear guard left. Schiller ordered another newspaper, and then he saw the front page headline: "The mining area hero Nova has been missing for three days, and it is rumored to have been infected with the plague and died, and the sewage alley is in panic again."
The picture is printed with the figure of the woman from yesterday. She is holding a mine pickaxe and fighting fiercely with a group of people, revealing a heroic temperament all over her body.
Schiller threw the newspaper at Strange. Strange looked at it and said, "Is this Nova the representative of the miners? Who are they fighting?"
Schiller shook his head and reached out to pull the rod. This time he dropped two more copper coins, which seemed to be the guaranteed income of each patient. This time, a piece of rag was thrown down.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Raven. Have you saved Nova? Or is she dead? If you can save her, I'm willing to pay 10 copper coins."
"It's too late." Schiller said. And it's debridement, treating infections, and having kidney surgery. He also has to deal with werewolf. Just give 10 yuan? Are you giving beggars?
"Do you think there is a possibility," Strange said while reading the newspaper. "What they think is 'cured' is not the same as what we two think?"
Schiller turned his head curiously.
"It is the Middle Ages, or maybe it is a little later than the Middle Ages, but it is not modern. Without a perfect modern medical system and a formal nursing system, it is impossible to treat a seriously injured and dying person to the point where he can walk alive and live on the ground."
"you mean……"
"I think it might be because we have too high demands," Strange said. "Like the woman yesterday, we might just need to clean her wounds and give her some medicine, even if it's cured. The others are just meddling."
"But the wound on her leg...oh, if it were just a simple cleaning, it would not drag the werewolf virus outbreak."
"That's it." Strange snapped his fingers and said, "It's too thorough and it's just a matter of causing trouble for himself. It's better to simply do it, maybe you can make some money. It's better than having to deal with the body without any benefits, right?"
Schiller nodded. The key point is that there seems to be no additional benefit in destroying corpses and traces. The fireplace looks like there is a plot, but it doesn't seem to be any substantial rewards in a short period of time. In fact, it's better to just cure money fraud.
Schiller said with a quick grip: "Then we will use the most direct method to treat the next patient. After the treatment, we will put it back quickly. If there is any trouble, it will not fall on us."
"Yes, it can greatly reduce the probability of failure. Let's start."
Schiller pulled down the lever, and the sound of heavy objects sliding down sounded.
"Bang!" A figure fell on the operating table.
Looking at the familiar face, Schiller and Strange were stunned in shock. Because this time the person who appeared in front of them was Iron Man Tony Stark.