As the saying goes, Schiller said: "The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come. What do you think?"
The Bear Hun wanted to say "not very good", but he tried hard to hold it back, took a few steps back, and said, "What goods do you want? Maybe I can go and ask Wood for you..."
"Can you see him?"
The nurse Xiong shook his head and said, "The hospital is divided into two parts: part of the treatment, part of the reception, and the treatment area and the reception area are not connected."
"Then where did your goods come from?"
"The boss of the hospital will order supplies, and I am responsible for delivering these supplies to various operating rooms. Some of the supplies are free, but some are charged. Although I have made some money, it is not a lot."
Schiller was skeptical of his words, but after all, with Wood, he didn't bother with the bear guard.
"Will you go to another operating room to deliver goods?"
"Of course, I have to go to various operating rooms every day."
“Who is in the other operating rooms?”
"I don't know." The bear guard shook his head and said, "They are all wearing masks like you, and they can't tell what race they are. However, most of the doctors in the operating room are very busy. You are considered a pair that has been persisting for a long time."
"Then aren't we the ones that have been the longest?"
"No. There is a couple who came two days earlier than you, and they are still alive." Hunter Hun thought about it and said, "The doctor I contacted is not easy to talk to, and it seems that I can always see what I am thinking. By the way, he also wants me to buy some other things for him."
Schiller pressed his hand on the door and said, "What did he ask you to buy?"
"Some herbs," said the bear care worker, "amberg, mandela, moon goose, etc...."
Schiller quickly passed the effects of these herbs in his mind, which basically affects people's spirits, causing madness or hallucinations.
"Can you get these for me?" Schiller handed a piece of parchment through the crack of the door.
The bear nurse had a little surprise after getting the parchment, and said, "They want herbs to treat patients, so why do you want so many tools? There are also clay and sand. Are you serious?"
"Of course. As long as you can get it, I will accept it all." Schiller said, "and the faster the better. If I can send it today, I can give you some more tips."
The bear guard was obviously moved because the things Schiller wanted were not very difficult to deal with, they were all metal tools or building materials. These things were not valuable, but transportation was a little troublesome.
"Okay, I'll do my best. Some of them will be delivered at noon today." said the bearer. "The others should be delivered tomorrow morning. You have to give me half of the deposit. After receiving the goods, pay the other half..."
The two bargained again. Some things in the box that Schiller had just handed out were quite valuable and exchanged for a lot of money. Schiller paid the deposit and was about to wait for the bear guard to deliver the goods.
While waiting, he began to think about who the other pair of doctors that Hun Hun said was. Since he was sure that there might be other players in this game, he had to think about this. After all, the survivability of players is much stronger than that of the natives.
The Bear Hun mentioned that the doctor he dealt with was very difficult to deal with, and he always seemed to be able to see what he was thinking. There are many players with such characteristics, such as various Batmans. Even if they cannot use mind reading, Professor X, who is quite accomplished in this area, and of course, he is arrogant.
Schiller didn't know who Arrogant formed a group with, but Arrogant only had one, and Batman had many. Schiller was more inclined to be Batman if the other pair of doctors were players, and the one who dealed with Bear Guardians was Batman.
Batman has many teammates to choose from, such as Superman, Wonder Woman or others in the Justice League, as well as Robin, or even Catwoman.
Because he didn't know the other party's position, Schiller was not in a hurry to communicate with him. He didn't care what Batman wanted to do. His primary goal now was to find a way to deal with the damn wooden man.
Schiller and Strange stood in front of the operating table again. After pulling the pull rod, the next patient fell down. This time, he looked a bit like a human, but his body was covered with crystal clusters of crystals.
"Liquid crystal cluster typing for ore disease." Strange just glanced slightly and said, "Bring the gloves and don't let the skin touch the liquid inside the crystal, otherwise it may become infected."
The two were fully armed and Strange began the operation. He used a scalpel to cut a small hole in the place where the skin and the crystals were connected, and then used a drainage tube to release the liquid in the crystals.
Schiller took a glass flask and collected the liquid. Although this disease is not fatal and is not the plague infection he wants, the disease is more contagious and may be transmitted after skin contact, and may also be used to cause trouble later.
This patient has forty or fifty crystal clusters of large and small, each of which requires incision drainage. All liquids can be removed only after draining them.
There was no great pain during drainage, so no anesthetic was wasted. When the subsequent cutting was performed, Schiller prepared the anesthetic and injected the patient into it. The patient soon lost consciousness.
Strange's knife-moving cutting speed is very fast, basically two knifes are a crystal cluster. Schiller helped him pour the scrap tray, and the way to deal with the scrap is to throw it directly into the fireplace and burn it. The white crystals quickly disappeared from the flames.
The operation lasted about two hours - mainly because Strange did all the procedures that required surgery alone, and no one cooperated with him, and there was not even a person who handed over the tools, which seriously slowed down his speed.
After all removal, Strange wiped his sweat and turned to ask Schiller: "When will the patient wake up?"
"Ten minutes later," Schiller said, "this should be the most successful patient we have treated."
"Fortunately, his condition is not very serious..." Strange said this as if he realized something, "It seems that it is not right. We just offended the doorkeeper. How could he send us such an easy-to-handle patient?"
"Is it easy to deal with? That's for both of us," Schiller said. "You're a very professional surgeon, and you don't have any difficulty removing this crystal, you just do it."
"But it is not so easy for an ordinary person. Some crystals have deep roots and are even connected to the blood vessels and nerves of the internal organs. It is very difficult to remove them perfectly, and to ensure the patient's survival."
"Even if you are careful enough and do it, it is very likely that the timeout will be exceeded." Schiller glanced at the wall clock above the operating table. They still had half the time left.
"We don't know what the consequences will be for the timeout," Strange said. "It seems that some people want us to experience it."
"There is another problem, that is, although this disease is not fatal, it is very contagious. If we had not remembered all the things in the manual in advance and did not take good protection, it would have been a big problem."
Strange nodded and said, "It seems that our previous super high failure rate gave him the illusion that we were quack doctors, so he wanted to use the rules here to mess with us."
"But this just hit your gun, Mr. Hand of God. I'm afraid you'll be very busy next."
While busy at the operating table, Schiller said, "Because we offended him, he will definitely arrange many patients for us who will not only harm our own operation volume but also have a very large amount. Are you ready?"
Strange curled his lips and said, "In ancient times, people just didn't know what the amount of operations is. Even the most delicious intern in our department will not exceed the time-out time when this surgery is done."
"We'd better be wary." Schiller prepared a lot of anesthetics and various drugs in one breath, put them on a metal tray, and then put them on a shelf and said, "The final payment for the bear guard is still a little short, we have to work hard."
"Next we can receive three patients at the same time. I will do anesthesia, preoperative treatment and basic surgery, and you will be responsible for the key parts. Today we will try to line up 20 units to let them see our skills."
"Wait a minute, are you responsible for basic surgery?" Strange stared at him and said, "I have to remind you that surgical opening is not just a knife to cut it open. Do you know the difference between several types of blades? For example, which type of blade is used for kidney treatment?"
Schiller leaned over the operating table, picked up the scalpel at Strange's hand, raised it and smiled at him.
Then Strange saw Schiller, holding a scalpel, smoothly cutting an opening on the patient's side abdomen. His movements were skillful and his blade was very standard, and he looked like an experienced surgeon.
"Do you know why I'm so difficult to deal with. Do you still have to study me for the people who kidnapped me?" Schiller said while stolen, "because I am the closest existence in their hearts to perfect humans, with super memory, empathy similar to mind reading skills, and unparalleled destructive power..."
Strange stared at the movements in his hands. While talking to him, Schiller opened the patient's abdomen and removed his kidneys, perfectly performed hemostasis, and even sutured them.
Every experienced surgeon has some unique operating habits. Strange is accustomed to pressing the fat layer near the blade into the inside when he is taken out. Schiller inherits this perfectly, even the strength is exactly the same.
"More importantly..." Schiller said without raising his head, "Learning ability."
"The mysterious organization used all kinds of methods to manipulate me, and I learned all their manipulation methods and successfully used them to get out of trouble."
"It's not an accident that you can get out of trouble."
"No. It was not an accident that I went to the later research institute. All chance encounters were deliberate."
Strange stared at Schiller's movement for a while and said, "Do you think you can reach my level by imitating me?"
"No." Schiller said very simply, "You have completely liberated your potential through a lot of practice. Many movements have formed instincts through years of repetition. If I don't have this instinct accumulated from experience, I will not be able to complete all your operations."
Strange was not surprised, saying, "So, can you do it other than that?"
Schiller nodded.
"You always refresh my cognition again when I think you are outrageous enough." Strange nodded slightly, then changed his subject and said, "I will know who to look for next time when I lack people in neurosurgery."
"You can't afford my medical bills." Schiller soaked his kidney into the jar and said, "And I don't have a license, so I can only live a surgeon's addiction in this medieval hospital."
"Well, then, it's time to end the quack doctor's time. We two will be the best miracle doctors in the world."