"Did you say you're going to have a kidney removal surgery?" Schiller said with one of his hands on the lever of the passage, looking at Strange.
"I mean there is no condition for organ removal." Although I have guessed what Schiller was planning to do, Strange said out of his professional instinct, "It is actually not difficult to remove organs, even non-professionals can do it. The difficulty is to ensure the survival of the patient and ensure the activity of the removed organs."
“That is, it can be picked?”
"Yes, if you don't consider the survival rate, there's no problem."
Schiller thought about it and said, "What if it is not a human organ? Can it be completely removed?"
"No big problem," Strange said. "Even if I don't understand their body structure at all, there is nothing fine that I can't do. It's definitely OK to remove it."
Schiller touched his chin and said, "On the first day, our patients were basically civilians and did not seem to have any special identities. But later, a civilian hero came here, followed by Stark and the Ravens."
"This means that the patients we meet may become bigger and bigger afterwards, and are not so easy to fool. Stark has a gun in his hand, so others may not have weapons or superpowers. It is not that easy to kill and silence people."
"Do you want to get something from them while ensuring they survive?" Strange's hand gently tapped the edge of the hospital bed, and said, "But if they leave the hospital and feel unwell and go to another place to check, they may find out."
"Then let them not have the chance to go to another place for inspection," Schiller said. "To make sure they don't find out, they will die in the end, but they can't die in our place. Otherwise, it may affect the reputation of the hospital and cause no one to come here to see a doctor."
Strange nodded and said, "That's right. Although there is no quantitative standard, I guess reputation value should still exist. The previous patients were novices' tutorials, and it's nothing to be cured. But starting from the plot character Nova, the success rate of treatment has become important."
"The good news is that we didn't kill too many people after that," Schiller continued. "At least Stark went out alive, which should have added some reputation to us."
"The game has been guiding us to balance our income and reputation, and we can sell our patients' organs to money. But if too many people die, we will not receive more patients."
"The plot in the dream world has been progressing, requiring us to find a solution as soon as possible. Therefore, the exploration of the real world cannot stop, so we must treat more patients and figure out what is going on."
"But we can't be led by his nose."
Schiller licked his teeth with his tongue again. The tooth he lost was the last tooth on the right except for wisdom teeth. Although it did not affect his speech and chewing for the time being, if this continued, the damage would definitely become more and more serious.
"What are you going to do?"
"As it said, people can die, but they cannot die here. It is best to die soon after returning home, so that they will not check what organs they have lost."
"There are policemen in this world," Strange reminds. "If their deaths are too similar, they will definitely attract the attention of the police. If they are discovered by the police, they have been to the same hospital recently, then the risk of our exposure is high."
"Then don't let their death look too much." Schiller gently tapped the top of the lever with his fingertips, and he said, "There are more than 1,000 different plagues here."
Strange inhales gently, saying: "Are you trying to extract plague samples from patients and transplant them to other patients to control their death time?"
"That's right." Schiller said, "Among all the types of diseases we can understand, there are about 200 diseases from infection to onset. It's very accurate to see if we encounter this disease in our patients, we can find ways to save the virus samples."
"In this way, when we encounter valuable patients' organs, we can first remove the organs through surgery, and then let the patients get infected with a controlled plague to ensure that they will die soon after they return home and we will not be able to find out."
"What about the police?"
"Even if the police chase us, we can use reasons such as hygiene conditions and cross-infection to make excuses. After all, what else can hospitals in this era count on?"
"What if they do an autopsy and find that the organ is missing?"
"Among more than 200 diseases with controllable onset time, more than 60 diseases can cause devastating limb damage. For example, acute ore disease, about 8 hours after infection, the patient will completely turn into ore clusters, and such corpses cannot be examined."
"Also, many diseases are contagious. Although I don't know how this world deals with the spread of the disease, it's probably just those tricks. Killing the infected person and cremating it as soon as possible must be the best treatment method. There will be no bold forensic doctor who dares to check for plague patients."
"How do you plan to retain virus samples? How can you get infected without the patient being discovered?"
"Many diseases will have signs before they start to fully develop," Schiller said again. "This is the underlying setting of this game, otherwise we will not be able to detect what disease the patient is suffering from."
"Yes. But these signs usually take a while to appear. There are no symptoms just now. How do we convince patients to wait here until we can observe the symptoms?"
Schiller seemed to have expected this. He smiled and knocked on the tool tray next to him, and said, "This is the key. I just bought a normal anesthetic from the bear caregiver. This thing is based on some magic principle and the effect is almost the same as that of modern anesthetic preparations."
Stranger immediately understood Schiller's idea, saying: "Are you going to use this professional anesthetic to help patients skip the early stages of the infection?"
"That's right. And we can completely control the dose of anesthetics to control when they will get sick after they go out."
"Let's take ore disease as an example. The onset of acute ore disease is about 8 hours, and the initial symptoms will appear about two hours after the infection."
"Then we can just anesthetize the patient for two hours to confirm whether he is infected. If we let him go at this time, he will become ill in six hours."
"But if we anesthetize him for seven hours, he will get sick within one hour after leaving, even seven and a half hours, or seven and fifty minutes. At that time, he must have not arrived home, and it is very likely that he will get sick on the street."
“Is this any good for us?”
"Of course, what if we could precisely control the time to seven hours and fifty-nine minutes? When we stuff the patient back out of the passage, he only had a few dozen seconds left for onset. So who would be the unlucky one?"
Strange also smiled.
Schiller looked back at the bed behind him and said, "I guess as the plot progresses, someone will help us improve and expand the ward. At that time, there will be a passage above these two beds. We will run between various patients with strange diseases, working hard to increase the cure rate, earn money, and promote the plot."
"But we don't actually have to spend money to expand the channels. The remaining two beds can be used to place anesthetized patients. This can greatly reduce our workload, while increasing reputation and earning money is not slow."
"The only problem is..."
"A little bit unethical, yes, but are you going to do it?"
"Don't worry about him, I'll do it."
"Click." The metal pull rod was pulled down. A serene sounded again. With a "bang", a figure fell on the operating table. Two slender black shadows were one on the left and one on the right, as if the god of death was gradually approaching.
The figure of green skin fell on the operating table again, with a short figure, short limbs, only a large palm. His facial features were wrinkled, and there were many bark-like patterns on the surface of the skin.
This thing that looks like a small tree spirit fell down when it fell. Schiller had discovered that the patients who came here were not awake, which may be a convenience provided by the game system.
About a few seconds later, the little tree spirit woke up in a daze. As soon as he woke up, Schiller saw his eyes like golden gems.
When Schiller went to see Strange, Strange just looked up at him. The two of them had their eyes intersected for a second, and then they went their separate ways to do their own things.
About ten minutes later, Schiller put two golden gems into a glass jar. Strange took the bark on his skin and said, "Limb atrophy shouldn't be what you want, right?"
"Yes, this disease takes too long and is too fatal. It's more likely to be contagious."
“How to deal with it?”
Schiller put down the glass jar and said, "The fireplace is a little too low. Fill it in. I want to know what treasure the fireplace will give us."
Stranger immediately understood that Schiller should have had some speculation about the fireplace and was now trying to verify it.
Schiller, who put down the glass jar, walked to the operating table, dragged the tree spirit that had no movement and threw it near the fireplace. Because he was relatively small, Schiller threw it into the fireplace.
The fire in the fireplace flashed, and the tree spirit's body was quickly burned to ashes. Another "guru" sound came from the chimney, like some kind of terrible beast vomiting.
"Bang!"
Another thing fell into the flames first and then to the ground. Schiller walked over and picked it up and found that it turned out toenails were actually a piece of toenails.
Strange also came over. He seemed a little disgusted, put on his gloves before taking his nails, then shook his head and said, "I'm pretty sure this is not my toenail. And what I threw away was my thumb. This piece was too small, and it was impossible to be the toenail of the thumb."
Schiller thought something, then he quickly walked to the shelf and took out his teeth in the glass jar.
After observing the structure of the teeth, he found that this tooth was not the tooth he lost. Judging from the structure and front and back wear of the teeth, this should be the second premolar, which is the third to last tooth besides wisdom teeth, while Schiller lost the first to last.
"Do you think this thing can be brought into a dream?" Strange said his speculation, saying, "Is it the punishment for us? Is that what it means?"
"It's very likely," Schiller said, "this should be a prop to help us slow down the progress of the dream plot."
"What if we don't sleep?" Strange asked with a frown. "It seems that there is no mandatory sleep here, right?"
“I guess if we don’t sleep for a long time, there will be some other situations.” Schiller obviously knows the game’s design better, he said, “The consequences can be much worse than losing a tooth.”
Strange sighed and said, "It seems that we have to figure out what happened in the dream, why are the two children we control being tortured?"