"There must be something wrong with this hospital," Schiller said, "Even during the Middle Ages, there is no rule that doctors are not allowed to leave the ward. But it is obvious that we two cannot go out."
"Also, normally, there is no need for a normal hospital to completely separate the clinic from the ward and use metal channels to transport patients. Not only is the high construction cost, it is also too easy to cause secondary damage, which is completely unnecessary."
"Remember the nurse mentioned who put the patient in?" Strange asked.
"Wood. And it sounds like he is a wooden man." Schiller connected the previous clues, saying, "If the guardian was a wooden man, then the blood stuck on the fabric that Mr. Raven threw before would not be Wood's. It was either his own or someone else's."
"You previously guessed that Mr. Raven killed the gatekeeper, but if the ravener was Mr. Raven that day, the result would be completely opposite."
"But if that's the case, who gave us the newspaper? Wood?"
Strange walked to the fireplace and sat down, thinking, "I guess it might be like this - Mr. Raven wanted to break into the clinic, but was stopped by Wood and injured by him. However, in the middle of the battle, he threw the fabric through the passage, but then ran away."
"When we throw the copper coins into the passage, Wood may pick them up. Since Mr. Raven can control the raven to deliver newspapers to us, he can naturally control the birds and squat at the door of the clinic to monitor Wood."
"As long as he saw Wood picking up copper coins, he would send ravens to the window to deliver newspapers to us. Because newspapers delivered from the windows did not need to pass through Wood, he could deliver them at any time."
"Then Nova was sent over. He must have wanted to save the woman, but maybe because of Wood's guard, his notes were not delivered in time... Of course, it could also be because we started too quickly."
"In order to bring in the cloth strips that saved Nova, Mr. Raven obviously had a conflict with Wood again. But he might have escaped in the end, but this time he was seriously injured."
"Wood seemed to no longer want to endure Mr. Raven's provocation, so he found a way to find him, took him back to the clinic, and sent him through the passage."
After talking about his speculation, Strange looked at Schiller Schiller and thought about it and said, "The biggest loophole in this speculation is that Mr. Raven who was sent here was not injured."
Strange also frowned. But then Schiller said: "I think Wood and Mr. Raven may have some kind of partnership. But if that's the case, there's no way to explain why Mr. Raven threw in a bloody strip of cloth."
"If we look at it from the perspective of cooperative relationships, one guards the door, one comes to sell newspapers, one can earn some extra money, and the other can successfully sell the newspapers, it can be considered a win-win cooperation."
"As for the strips, it may not be covered with Mr. Raven's blood, or something happened in the clinic."
But this sentence seemed to inspire Strange. He said: "Our hospital is located in Moshu Town. A plague broke out in Moshu Town recently, and the situation is very serious. As you said, if the ruler who ruled this area is not stupid, then the first thing he should take is to control the spread of the plague, and at least he must close the entire town."
"Although this is good for the surrounding areas, it is hell for the residents of the town. So many plagues broke out and the town was blocked again. It was only a matter of time before it could be infected."
"Some people will definitely be unwilling to wait for death here and find a way to resist. Will Nova be one of them? He is actually trying to lead the workers out of here?"
"You mean the enemy of this so-called mine hero is the army blocking the Demon Summit Town? So how did the detective from Westchester enter the blocked town, and why did he find this lady?"
After thinking about it, Strange said, "Since it is to prevent the spread of the plague, it is mainly to prevent people in the town from running out. Those who want to come in may not be so strict. Stark's character dressed like a nobleman, with a lot of money on him, and could turn into a revolver, and think of ways to get in."
"As for what he came in to do..." Strange shook his head.
But Schiller said: "I guess he wanted to rescue Nova so that people outside can know the situation in Moshu Town. Otherwise, why would he be wanted as soon as he came here?"
"I understand." Strange showed a sudden realization. "I guess Westchester should be not far from here, and it may be the political and economic center of this area. The people there were also afraid of the plague, so they ordered the town to be blocked."
"Stark's role may have investigated some clues, so he chose to go deeper alone and want to expose all this to allow people in the town to be treated."
"The people of Westchester understood his intentions and were worried that he would succeed, so they simply framed a murder case on him and made him a fugitive. Then no one would believe what he said."
Schiller nodded, thinking that this was in line with Stark's style of doing things.
"No matter whether his partner is Captain America or not, Stark is indeed a hero. His natural sense of responsibility towards the weak makes it impossible for him to sit idly by such things. If Steve Rogers is added, the main theme of these two people is definitely not to solve the case, but to punish evil."
"Mr. Raven wants to save Nova, so he should be on the side of the rebels. But Wood..." Schiller said in a long voice, "Who will be happy about the large-scale plague in his area? The answer is of course the hospital owner. Of course, there are employees who are not afraid of getting sick and can take this opportunity to search for fuel."
Strange's mind immediately passed through the physical characteristics of several patients he had seen before, especially some details of his hands or faces, and then he immediately said: "Apart from Nova, the patients we received seem to be poor. There are no very obvious signs of labor on them. Even the werewolf, the wear of their claws is not very serious."
"It seems that's it." Schiller said. "Wood is a wooden man. He doesn't seem to be afraid of most plagues, otherwise he wouldn't have been arranged in the clinic. There was a plague in the town, and there was not enough medical resources. If you want to get treatment, you have to find a way to find a relationship with someone."
"Wood has the right to decide who can enter the operating room, so he is naturally the object of favor for people. Even if it is just a town, there must be some rich people. He can make a fortune from it."
"Perhaps he had some cooperation with Mr. Raven who supported the rebels, and the two benefited each other. But once Mr. Raven expressed his position and wanted to completely solve the plague problem, Wood would not agree with him, and might even find a way to solve him."
"So I sent Mr. Raven to us. How distrust our medical skills do you mean?"
"It can't be said to be distrustful. After all, the mortality rate in our operating room is as high as 90%. It's normal for him to choose our place."
Strange was about to refute, but he thought of something and said, "Do you think there will be another operating room?"
"There must be, otherwise there will be a plague in a town. How could we have such a few patients?" Schiller said. "Although the corridor is not allowed to be explored, there must be something over there. Maybe it's other operating rooms."
The two of them took a short rest, and Schiller pulled down the lever again. Another patient was sent over.
This time, this one looks like a male elf, but his height is similar to that of a human, but his ears are pointed and his skin is whiter.
However, his abnormal state was visible to the naked eye, his whole body twitched, his mouth drooled, and his throat kept making a low roar.
Just as Strange was about to walk over to check his condition, the elf twitched and fell to the ground, then began to wave his arms wildly and bite the edge of the operating table with his teeth.
"Yinyue Epilepsy!" Schiller immediately recognized the symptoms of this disease, and he said, "You stop him and I'll go and dispense the medicine!"
Strange picked up the stove hook beside the fireplace, and slammed the elf on the shoulder with a "bang", staggering him. But the elf bit him again. Strange blocked the stove hook in front of him, and he bit on the stove hook and broke off a few teeth.
With a "slam", Schiller poured the liquid from the test tube on the elf. A burst of white smoke came out of his body and made a terrifying scream.
After struggling on the ground for a while, the elf finally calmed down. The two of them worked together to lift him back to the operating table.
"This is really unsaved," Schiller said. "The symptoms of madness and delirium indicate that his infection has reached its end. He will probably lose his mind in a few hours. No medicine will be used at this time."
Strange recalled the symptoms of the disease and said, "This should meet your requirements, right? Do you want to save the samples?"
"Of course, keep the blood and saliva." Schiller walked over and picked up the fragments of the teeth on the ground, and said, "I don't know if the elf's teeth can be sold for money."
Strange took some saliva and drew another tube of blood. Schiller took it to save it, and then he kindly put the remaining potion in the test tube into the syringe and injected it into it.
The elf acted in great pain, yelling and struggling, and it seemed like he was dying. But the potion was obviously effective, and less than 10 minutes after injection, he regained some consciousness.
"Thank you, doctor, am I dying?"
"I'm afraid yes." Schiller nodded and said, "The virus has invaded your brain, and we can only relieve it but not cure it. If you came earlier, there might be hope. But now... we can do nothing."
The elf lay on the bed a little dull, and he said, "I wanted to come early. When I felt a little dizzy, I had already come to the hospital, but... but they said I could still stick to it..."
The elf's voice is a bit tender. Although he looks like an adult male, his tone and expression still look like a child.
"I injected you with Red Holy Water, which can help you win up to six hours of life. But we..." Schiller said this and seemed to think of something again. He said, "How much did Wood charge you?"
"One gold coin and twelve silver coins, this is all my money. It was originally my sister's tuition fee, but she was already ill..."