Wanda stood in front of the operating table to sort out her clothes. She was wearing a very typical Victorian dress: a long-sleeved black shirt with coarse sleeves, a thick cloth strap skirt with Scottish plaid patterns, and a white apron on her outside, and a headband wrapped in a dark green plaid scarf on her head.
Schiller caught a glimpse of some stain on her sleeve, which looked like some dark liquid was stained. So he asked, "What job are you doing in Westchester?"
"I inherited a potion shop from my mother." Wanda said as she carried her hand over and tied her belt tighter, "I have a small two-story house on Libeth Street, the second floor is my bedroom and medicine room, and the first floor is the potion shop."
"Every morning, pick or buy herbal ingredients, boil them into various potions and sell them in the store. Occasionally, some unused raw materials will be sold."
"Jarvis is an apprentice at the blacksmith shop on this street. Later, he was admitted to a mechanical academy and became an engineer after graduation. I learned from my neighbor that we were two years old and we had not had children yet."
Schiller and Strange asked for three more patients. As he expected, the patients suffered from all kinds of diseases that were very large and very troublesome to deal with. It was obvious that Wood was deliberately looking for trouble.
But this hit Schiller and Strange's thoughts. What these two professional doctors are most afraid of is the tactics of the question. Strange's operation is completely muscle memory. While debridement of the patient, they can chat and think about the background settings of the game.
"So you can make potions?"
"Yes, I'm doing a good job of potions. The store's sales are very good, and sometimes I can't get busy. The travel expenses I've made here are also earned by the potions I made for a few days."
Wanda tidied up her clothes and began to cut the bandage with scissors. She said: "If it weren't for the chase of those policemen, my magic was consumed too much, I could also provide you with some refreshing potions."
Schiller glanced at her curiously and asked, "Does it be necessary to use magic power to adjust the potion?"
"Of course." Wanda nodded, and cut a whole piece of fabric with a scissors. She pressed the other part of the fabric with a wooden ruler, and said, "The key to mixing potions is the timing of injecting magic power. The process of boiling potions requires injecting magic power. Some potions need to be demonized and secondary demonized after the mixing is completed. Generally, the more magic power is consumed, the more expensive the potions will be."
“How much can the most expensive ones be sold?”
"I am not a very strong witch in this world. At most, I can only make secondary demonization potions. A bottle can be sold for about 20 to 30 silver coins. But basically only nobles will buy such expensive potions, and civilians can buy at most a dozen copper coins."
Schiller sighed. Wanda's minimum wage was higher than the maximum wages of both of them combined.
"Do you know this in reality?" Strange asked suddenly.
"Ah?" Wanda sent out a short but puzzled syllable, and she said, "I'm not a traditional witch... Uh, I'm not a witch, I'm a mutant."
"Then why did you have such a code name?"
"This is complicated to say." Wanda sighed, "When I was young, in order to cover up the fact that Pitro and I were mutants, we often moved and lived in remote places as much as possible."
"I occasionally show some abilities that surpass ordinary people and will be seen by some people. Some people in remote villages don't know what mutants are, so they call me a witch."
"And because most of the power I used was scarlet, they started calling me scarlet witch."
"Actually, I think that many of the witches who were victimized in the witch hunting movement should be female mutants." Wanda said with some frustration, "Just like me. If I lived in that era, I might have been burned to death."
"Can't you deal with a few ordinary people?" Strange said while removing the pustules on the surface of the patient's liver.
"It's okay now, but what if I was a child? At that time, I was not so strong or so stable, and I didn't know how to use my abilities correctly. If I was caught by them, although one or two might be killed by instinct, there would still be no good results in the end."
Wanda put the cut bandage on the tray, and put half of the two tool holders on the three hospital beds. She stacked the waste trays and waited for processing, and then put the used tools that were not used for the time being on the tray for cleaning.
Because these patients are all covered with large-scale trauma, such as skin ulcers, pustules in the internal organs, deformation of limbs, etc., there are everything on waste plates and tools, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench of excrement, which makes people unable to open their eyes.
But Schiller found that Wanda did not show any disgusting expression. She put on gloves and picked up the brush and just took a bang. This made Schiller sigh that Wanda was really a natural nurse.
"You know? Madam. Even in the best hospitals, the best departments, those interns who graduated from the best nursing colleges will not be as calm as you when they first entered the operating room."
"Is that?" Wanda smiled and said, "This is nothing to me. I worked in a ranch in Nevada when I was 13 years old. I had to work in a cattle dung-filled calf for 12 hours a day. I also castrated goats and tied bones to newborn calfs..."
"Did you meet your biological father at that time?"
"Yes. But I had a quarrel with him, so I ran out by myself. I have been wandering around the world for a while, going to do odd jobs everywhere, and have done all kinds of work, but I never did it for a long time."
"Because they discovered your mutant identity?"
"Not that," Wanda sighed, "Sometimes people are ill-telling at me, sometimes the boss is too harsh, and sometimes I don't like that job. There are all kinds of situations."
Wanda quickly brushed the tools, cleaned the three waste dishes filled with various residues and bone fragments, and put them back on the tool rack. She took the glass jars filled with Schiller on the rack and arranged them in sequence, then threw the things that needed to be steamed and processed into the still, and adjusted the temperature.
"Come here to help me hold it down." Strange said. Wanda walked over and found a tentacle that was moving in the patient's abdomen. She took a hemp rope directly from the tool holder next to her, tied the root of the tentacles, and tied it to the railing next to the operating table.
Strange raised his eyebrows and said, "Good solution."
"That's how I castrated the rams." Wanda shrugged, "This is the most humane way."
"Come here for the nurse," Schiller cried again, "the patient has no vital signs. Come and help me saw it out of the pelvis and throw it into the fireplace."
"Oh my God." Wanda drew a cross on his chest and said, "Will his way to heaven be smooth." She picked up the other side of the saw and began to cooperate with Schiller to dismember him.
"I admire your relaxation, ma'am." Schiller said while carrying the separated bodies. "Most of the interns who just arrived were so nervous that they could faint at any time, and they didn't even dare to walk even a little longer."
"That's because you two are top doctors." Wanda wiped the blood on the operating table with a rag, and said, "Maybe they have always been role models on their way to medical studies. It's always a nerve to work with their idols."
"Aren't we the role model for you in your medical career?" Schiller asked with a smile.
"My path to medical studies has not begun yet." Wanda threw the blood-stained rag onto the tray next to it, changed into a new rag to continue wiping, and then said, "Maybe when I go on this path, I will realize your greatness and then be as nervous as a little girl."
"No," Strange said mercilessly, "When you really go on this path, you will realize that no doctor who can't finish the report is necessary to live, and we often can't finish the work, you will be so angry that you want to kill us."
"That's you." Schiller immediately distanced himself from the relationship, saying, "I've heard from the nurses in the neurosurgery that you are the one with the most arrears in the hospital. Compared to you, I'm just a little negligent."
"That's just because I'm busy with operations, and don't think I don't know that your report is made up for your intern. After the game is over, I will go to the head nurse in your department for a cup of coffee..."
"Think clearly. If you expose me, no one will write your more than 80 reports for you. Then you will use the ring to escape..."
Strange was unmoved at all. He snorted coldly, threw the tumor that had just been removed onto the plate beside him, and said, "I don't know who it is. I have been floating in the window with gray fog for a week..."
Schiller, who had been busy for a long time, had just had time to take a sip of water, and when he heard this, he choked himself to death.
"How did you know? It's not Tony's big mouth again, right? No, how did he know me..."
"Come here and take this." Strange said. Wanda walked over and took the hemostasis forceps from Strange's hand. Schiller pulled down the pull rod and got a patient, waiting for him to move the patient to another operating table.
Wanda looked back and waved his hand directly. The patient floated out of thin air and landed steadily on the target operating table.
The liquid in the still was boiling and kept pressing against the lid. She waved her hand again, and the liquid flew out of the container and poured into the test tube. She held the hemostatic forceps in one hand, and the other hand could even take time to wipe the sweat of Strange.
"It's OK." Strange brought the hemostatic forceps back. Wanda quickly walked to the new patient, wiped the blood stains on his eyes with a handkerchief, and said softly: "Next, I'll give you anesthesia. Relax, it won't hurt soon..."
Schiller had to admit that the best medical skills in the entire operating room is Wanda. Her arrival significantly improved the moral level of this operating room.
Moreover, this greatly improves the efficiency of the entire operating room. Schiller and Strange can focus on surgery, and Wanda can solve all other problems.
They actually dealt with nine patients in one morning. Except for the unlucky guy who was too serious to save him, the rest were discharged from the hospital. Although they were not completely cured, their lives were saved.
Of course, Schiller also charged them some extra rewards that matched their medical standards. On the shelf of bottles and jars, a whole row of full glass jars were added out of thin air, and Schiller's results were the results of the whole morning. Schiller estimated that he could at least sell about one gold coin from the bear guard.
"Sure enough, this kind of money is still earned quickly."
Of course, Schiller did not forget his silence plan, but he didn't really need to take action, because there was no hospitalization department in this hospital, and all the surgeries were done immediately and there was no prognosis at all. 80% of patients may relapse, and 20% died of infection, which really saved Schiller a lot of trouble.
At noon, the two of them decided to take a break. The main reason was that they were afraid that Wanda would be tired. After all, Wanda's work intensity was the most in the morning. If she had some problems with her tiredness, she would never be able to find such a good nurse again.
Seeing Schiller and Strange sit by the fireplace, Wanda thought they were tired. So she thought for a while and said, "My magic has recovered well. I'll give you the simplest potion to refresh yourself."