Schiller now understands why he has to wear a bird beak mask in the operating room.
Before Stark could wake up, Schiller pulled Strange to the side and said, "There are two possibilities now. Either this broken game reads our memories, then makes a shapeshifter, and becomes the most difficult person in our minds."
"So the hardest person in your mind is Tony. I thought you prefer him more."
"Stop making trouble. If he lies on the operating table one day, I won't call him to cheer up."
“And I will pray to God.”
The two happily reached an agreement. Schiller said: "There is another possibility that he is really Tony. It may be from our universe, or from other universes, but he is the real Iron Man."
"Then how could he be here?"
"I thought about this possibility before." Schiller expressed his speculation, "Since the big duke of ten people confrontation is the highlight of this event, the administrator may not make separate plots and maps for such two-person dungeons. They may directly stuff the single-row team into the big world map."
"You mean we may be playing games with other teams now under the same worldview?"
"Of course. Think about it, the game format of our two is to rescue patients in the ward. Isn't it a waste to design so many plots outside? No matter how powerful the God of Story is, there is no need to do so many useless work, unless it can be reused."
Strange knew it and said, "In other words, there is a high possibility that there is more than one team of players on the map of Magic Shu Town. So isn't this equivalent to free experience of a large dungeon?"
"It's not that simple. Now we are playing role-playing, which is restricted by various rules. We cannot expose our identity. Maybe the NPCs we meet in this game are all players, but we don't know."
"You mean nurses, bear guards and that mysterious Mr. Raven are all players, but they can't reveal their identities due to the rules?"
"It's possible. After all, aren't we two now also plague doctors in the same hospital?"
"You mean Tony might just see us as game characters?"
"I'm afraid yes. This is good news." Schiller looked back at Stark and said, "I guess he might have an identity, and was also restricted by rules. He was injured while playing the game and was sent to the hospital."
"We can't expose each other? That's a bit interesting."
"Even if we can expose it, don't expose it. With our current medical level, do you want to be ridiculed by Stark until death?"
"What's wrong with our current medical level?" Strange said dissatisfiedly, "It was all accidents before. We two top doctors are serious about treatment. Can't we compare with those laymen?"
"So you haven't given up yet." Schiller sighed and said, "Okay, then you can continue to struggle, but I must remind you. If Stark knows the true identities of our two and there is something wrong with the subsequent treatment, he will definitely yell that the entire multiverse knows it."
Strange had a meal.
“Is there any mandala?”
Schiller understood it.
“Yes, there is plenty of sulfur.”
The two turned to look at Stark at the same time.
Stark happened to wake up slowly, and seemed to be a little confused. He said in a low voice: "Doctor...Doctor..."
Schiller and Strange looked at each other and found that Stark's voice was different from usual, but the pronunciation was the same. This is basically certain that the other party was the real Tony Stark, not a metamorphosis monster.
Then a slight change in sound may be a disguise provided by game designers. After all, if it is not professional, most people will not recognize it once the sound changes slightly.
But unfortunately Schiller is professional.
Schiller winked at Strange.
Strange walked over and said, "How are you? Sir?"
Stark looked at him in a daze. After seeing the dark beak, he woke up with a shock.
"Okay, I'm so good." Stark hid on the side of the bed, then realized that he seemed to be acting a little too cowardly, so he wanted to cover up and try to get a water cup beside the bed.
"Sorry, sir, please don't touch it." Schiller immediately walked over and stopped Stark.
The two of them stood on both sides of the operating table, one left and one right, looking at Stark, like two black gods of death. Stark was sweating in cold sweat.
"Uh...that...are you two the only doctors here?"
Schiller saw Strange's smiley eyes through the glass eye mask of the bird's beak mask. He raised an eyebrow at Strange. Of course, Strange also understood the hint of "scaring him".
"Yes, sir. How do you feel? We may need a blood test..."
After saying that, Strange took out the thickest needle from the tool stand, which was also thin and long, the needle that had been punctured before.
"No, no, no, no, no!!!" Stark was so scared that he was overwhelmed, and he said, "I'm not sick! No need to test!!!"
"It seems that your mental state is not very good." Schiller picked up the scalpel next to him and said, "Maybe we can do some prefrontal lobe treatment..."
"I'm not crazy!!!" Stark roared, and he said, "Put down what you have in your hands, you two quacks!"
The two got closer and closer. Stark subconsciously retreated, stared at them with wide eyes, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch his pocket.
Through this action, Schiller has determined that this is the Stark of their universe. Because the Stark's nanomech he is familiar with is usually placed in the right pocket of the suit.
Strange stood up first and put down the syringe. He said: "The plague spreads very hard, and we probably don't have much time to chat. Sir, if you can tell us about your condition, you may be exempt from the examination and directly treat it. What do you think?"
"I...I said I'm not sick." Stark took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, and then said, "I'm here to find someone. Have you ever seen a woman about seven feet tall and dark-skinned? Her name is Nova, and she has a long wound on her belly."
Stark gestured on his abdomen with his hands, and then said, "She probably came yesterday morning or noon. Are you on duty at that time?"
Schiller and Strange looked at each other again, of course they knew who the woman was. It was just that there was no point in talking about this now.
Although it seemed like they had made a treatment mistake on the surface, in fact, the woman was destined to be unable to survive when she was sent here.
Last night, Strange found more books to read on the bookshelf. The books wrote a lot of settings about the world and more medical knowledge. The werewolf virus is one of them.
Somewhat-like rabies that Strange knows, arewolf virus is a terrible virus that is almost impossible to treat as long as it is infected. Although there are many rumors that the disease can be relieved by digging out the bitten parts or using some herbs, in fact, this is currently an incurable disease.
The patient may develop the disease at any time within 12 hours of being bitten, and once the disease occurs, it will become a terrifying wolf-headed monster, attacking all targets invisible. If it cannot be stopped as soon as possible, the virus will spread at a very terrifying speed.
Although Schiller's quick and neat knife yesterday was a little ruthless, it was undoubtedly the right choice. At that time, the woman had not yet completely transformed and was relatively fragile, so she could kill her life with just one knife. Once she completely turned into a werewolf, Schiller and Strange, who were limited by special abilities, could not be her opponent.
Although it was out of self-defense, it was not nice to treat the person after all, and Schiller did not intend to reveal more information to Stark. So he said: "There were too many patients yesterday, and I can't remember it very clearly. But if you were not here to treat the disease, how did you enter the hospital?"
Schiller didn't think that this strange hospital would let people who were not sick in. The guards at the other end of the passage must have their own criteria for discrimination.
Stark opened the collar of his clothes—he wore a retro shirt and silk vest—and had a little dark spot on his collarbone to his chest.
Strange narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the contents of the healing manual, but immediately realized that the traces on Stark's chest were inconsistent with the description. This dark spot should have been faked by him.
"You pretend you were infected with the 'Black Death Day' plague?" Schiller said in a sure tone. "This pattern is not right. Your method of disguising is a bit too clumsy."
"What if he doesn't matter, haven't I successfully entered?"
"I'm afraid this is not the reason you have successfully entered." Schiller grabbed Stark's wrist.
Stark's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Schiller with some vigilance. He exerted his arm, trying to pull his hand back, but Schiller had no intention of letting go.
Strange leaned forward slightly and looked at Stark's fingertips. An abnormal vortex appeared in the place where it was supposed to be fingerprints.
Strange took a breath slightly, took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Vermillion. Have you felt the pain in your knuckles curled up recently? When you close your eyes, you can see the vortex patterns intertwined by black and red?"
Stark was a little confused. He finally pulled his hand back and was shocked when he looked at his fingertips.
"God, what is this?!"
"You're sick with vortex." Schiller picked up the newspaper he ordered before and placed it next to Stark, and said, "Have you been exposed to water in the lower city recently? The bodies of many patients who died of vortex disease were thrown into the sewer without treatment. If you've been exposed to water there, you may also be infected."
Stark's eyes widened, his eyebrows flicked, and he looked at his fingertips and said, "Damn it, when I was chasing those jackals, I accidentally fell into a puddle and choked on some water..."
"That must be bad." Strange had no sarcastic meaning, he just told the truth, "but the price you paid for it is not just a loss of face."
"What will happen to this disease?"
"It will die, of course." Strange said, holding a long drill in his hand. "The early symptoms of vortex disease are vortex patterns at the ends of the limbs, which usually appear on the fingerprint and then spread to the palm of the hand."
"The vortex melts the bones of the knuckles, turning the fingers into soft structures, and then curls into vortexes, followed by the palms and forearms, and finally all the limbs and torso."
"The spine is the only bone that cannot melt in vortex, but vortex disease will cause the patient's torso to curl up into vortex. So most patients die from internal bleeding caused by broken spine or compression."
"The only bone that can be preserved intact is the skull, so the corpse often has a whirlpool of flesh composed of limbs and torso wrapped around a head. The dead usually have a hideous face and are extremely painful."
Stark's face turned pale, and he immediately looked at Strange who was talking, and then said, "You mean, I was not successfully admitted to the hospital because of my fake plague symptoms, but because I was really sick?"
"Yes. And the situation is not optimistic." Schiller, who had already walked to the operating table and started disposing of medicines, said, "The Raven, a drug for treating vortex disease, is insufficient in blood, and merchants who can supplement raw materials will not come as early as tomorrow morning."
"The cycle of vortex disease usually does not exceed 24 hours." Strange immediately added, "If nothing unexpected happens, within two hours, you should have symptoms of curling your limbs."