The upgraded operating room has become much spacious, but they are not in a hurry to accept more patients, but plan to take a rest for one morning and then speed up in the afternoon.
Strange was debridement of the first patient, and even if he didn't sleep all night, he was not sleepy. He had nothing else to do here, so he just cured a patient first.
Wanda went to the hospital room to rest. Maybe it was because she often drank refreshing potions before and became a little resistant. After a night of rest, she still felt a little sleepy and lay on the hospital bed and fell asleep.
She entered a dream, but maybe because she didn't stay here for a long time, she dreamed in a vague way, as if she had been chasing her in a dark world.
Schiller smelted ore in the lounge. He put the ore collected from the patient's body into the modified stove, and the magic-controlled fully automatic bellows made the flame brighter. Schiller stared at the ore in the fire with a shiny look.
The three of them were all busy, but none of them noticed that the text on the paper placed on the desk disappeared, but new text appeared.
“Emergency Doctors’ Work Code:
1: If you find that the eyes of the portrait are moving, please immediately grind them into powder with meridians and aconitum root and put them in a small mouth incense cage, and place them at the bottom of the portrait until the eyes of the portrait are closed and tears are shed.
2: If you find that the fireplace flame is flashing three times, please immediately remove all wood in the fireplace and stay away from the fireplace until the flame returns to stability.
3: If you find that the image in the full-body mirror changes, please hide in the wardrobe immediately and recite the death prayer three times backwards until the image returns to normal.
4: If you find that the patient's skin on the bed begins to show symptoms of dissolution, please immediately drip your blood on the patient until the symptoms disappear.
5: If the above rules are not followed, serious consequences will occur. Please be careful."
Strange, standing in front of the operating table, felt something staring at him, his eyes as if he was a cervix attached to the bone, which made people feel uncomfortable, but he could not find the source.
"I shouldn't have drunk that cup of tea." Strange said to himself, " Staying up late will make me in a bad state, but fortunately the patient is not that difficult..."
It was as subtle as the sound of rubbing the surface of the paper, approaching him little by little. Strange lowered his head and saw spots of blood appearing on the floor between his feet.
Strange was stunned on the spot.
He looked up at the patient on the operating table. The main symptom of the patient was skin ulceration. Although there was pus, there was no bleeding.
Strange couldn't help but look at his legs and found nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully walked away from the pool of blood, walked to the other side of the operating table, and continued the work on his hands.
But after a while, he lowered his head and saw blood in front of his feet, which seemed to be spreading from under the operating table.
Now Strange felt something was wrong. He put the tool in his hand. As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the eyes of the portrait opposite had turned into two blood-colored holes, and blood was flowing out.
Strange was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what was wrong, and he wanted to call someone, but when he thought that most of the work yesterday was handled by Wanda, he was probably very tired, so he just called her up like this, which was really not good.
"Schiller must be unable to scream. When he was addicted to something, he couldn't hear the sky fell."
Strange chose the easiest way to deal with it.
He first took a rag, threw it on the ground and stepped on it with his feet, rubbed the blood in front of him, then walked to the operating table, took a basin, placed it under the portrait, and caught the blood flowing out of the portrait.
Although this method is simple, it is indeed effective. The blood flowing out of the picture frame was caught and kept surging in the basin, but it just couldn't come out. Strange threw two rags into it, absorbing a lot of blood.
After the sloppy treatment, Strange went back to deal with the patient. He accelerated the speed and took only ten minutes to finish the rest of the work and stuffed the patient back into the passage.
But Dr. Foster's portrait also accelerated the bleeding rate, and now it can be called a river of blood. The small basin cannot hold so much blood at all, and most of it flowed out, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Now Strange is not considering whether to wake Wanda up. He is considering how he will explain to Wanda after he wakes up. He made the operating room like this in just one hour.
He didn't know what Wanda would react, he only knew that if he was in New York Presbyterian Hospital, he would be scolded by the head nurse of the neurosurgery until next year.
Strange is not a person who is very good at cleaning up. To be precise, surgeons are not like this. What they are best at is leaving after the operation, leaving a bunch of messes for interns and nurses to deal with.
He might even go through some objects in the operating room and let the nurse search for them all afternoon. When everyone was looking for things in a mess, he stood in the crowd like a serial killer who returned to the crime scene to observe the police, and was standing in the crowd with a dementia look on his face and repeating "I can't."
Strange looked at the whole mess in front of him and acted at a loss, feeling powerless, and he wanted to clean up, but he didn't know where to start.
Suddenly, his inspiration flashed. He remembered that the cure manual mentioned that there was a disease called waterfall hemorrhage, and the symptoms were massive bleeding. The treatment advice given in the treatment manual was to apply the powder of several herbs to the affected area to emergency stop bleeding.
Although Strange is a surgeon, he is not an ordinary surgeon after all, and he still has some impression of pharmacology.
He knew that if this emergency treatment method could stop bleeding, it would mean that the herbal powder contains coagulation components. Don’t worry about the principle first, as long as it has effect.
Strange hurried to the shelf, and he didn't have time to carefully distinguish which herb it was. Anyway, he just took a lot of them and put them on the operating table next to him.
The new operating room was equipped with an automatic grinder, which looked like it was steam-powered. Strange threw several herbs in it and polished them into powder.
He didn't know how to use the medicine powder correctly, anyway, it was to sprinkle blood wherever there was blood. Fortunately, his speculation was correct, these herbs did have blood coagulation function, and soon cloted the blood on the ground into a blood clot.
But Strange soon discovered that the portrait's eyes were still bleeding. If the source was not processed, the blood would still increase and it would not be able to be cleaned up.
Strange moved the wooden steps next to him, put them under his feet, and applied the remaining powder to the eyes of the portrait. Soon the portrait was messed up by him, as if he was wearing sunglasses.
This delayed the speed of blood flow to a certain extent, but it still did not fundamentally solve the problem.
The blood that kept flowing out quickly washed away the herbs. At this time, the blood on the floor also changed and condensed into a strange pattern.
Strange had already picked up the mop from the side of the operating table and wanted to make the final effort. But at this time, he suddenly realized that the pattern of blood clotted seemed familiar.
Isn’t this the magic circle-like pattern that appears under his feet when the little girl he played in his dream was hung up?
Strange stared at the magic circle for a while and confirmed his guess. But he also knew that if the magic circle was drawn, something bad might happen. So he simply took a bucket of water with a bucket of water and poured it on the ground.
The water washed away part of the blood, slowing down the formation of the magic circle, but other blood was still flowing here.
Strange was completely useless now. He walked to the hospital room and knocked on the door, and there was a sound of Wanda getting up.
Wanda was shocked as soon as she pushed the door open.
The floor was full of blood, except for the liquid blood, there were also crimson blood clots that had condensed into pieces, and pink blood that had been diluted by water. The entire floor was intertwined with dark red light red, and the original color was almost impossible to see.
Wanda took a breath of air conditioning, and Strange stood beside him and didn't dare to say a word.
"What's going on?" Wanda couldn't help asking, "Where did you get so much blood? What happened to the previous patient?"
"Not a patient." Strange pointed to the portrait next to him, and said, "I don't know why that painting started to bleed."
Wanda looked at the portrait and scratched her head, not understanding what was going on, but she didn't plan to delve into it. What she had to do now is to deal with the mess as soon as possible.
Wanda took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the mop flew to her hand. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "This Mr. Foster should be a well-known doctor, right? How could he make the operating room so messy?"
Strange looked elsewhere with some guilt.
Wanda first controlled two brooms and put all the blood clots on the ground into the bucket. But because Strange's herbal powder was sprinkled unevenly, some of the powder was still left on the ground, mixed with the liquid blood, and completely stuck to the floor.
Wanda put two buckets under the portrait and caught the blood. He burned hot water in a pot, mixed it into warm water and sprinkled it on the floor. Then he sucked the blood with a mop and a rag and squeezed it into the bucket.
But soon she became in trouble. The blood flowed out too quickly and the bucket would be filled soon. Moreover, the blood was not ordinary blood, as if it had life. When it was put in a container, it would turn out desperately and could not control it.
Wanda controlled the bucket to float above the drain, but the blood could not fall down. Some of the dripping drips would fly back by themselves and could not handle it at all.
Seeing that the bucket was almost running out and blood was about to flow to the floor. When Wanda was having a headache, Schiller in the lounge heard the movement and walked out.
He was also stunned when he just opened the door.
Looking left, each bucket was either blood or blood clots. Looking right, the two pots were boiling, and there were various herbs on the operating table next to the pot.
Schiller looked at the two of them in shock and said, "You two don't even call me for hot pot?"