At night, the three people who had successfully completed today's task were busy with their own work. Schiller was pressing the mold next to the operating table. Strange and Wanda first cleaned up the operating table, cleaned the remaining blood stains on the ground, and then cleaned the portrait, took away the full flask, and replaced it with an empty one.
Wanda went to process the herbs. She said while stirring the pot: "I think there is room for improvement today's base. What do you think you can add the acetic acid grass directly?"
"I don't think it's a problem," Strange nodded, "You can add some salt or add some fragrant herbs to relieve greasiness."
Wanda seemed to have a new idea, and she began to flip the magic book again, throwing herbs into the pot from time to time, making the room full of the aroma of hot pot base.
Strange was reading again, but soon he felt a little sleepy. At this time, he remembered the new thing he saw in his dream. He said: "They cut open the girl's arm and put a lot of blood, as if they wanted to do something with blood."
Schiller also remembered his experience in his dreams, and he repeated what he saw. Wanda said incrediblely: "You mean you saw Dr. Foster? But isn't he the role model for all doctors? Is he a bad guy?"
"It's already obvious," Schiller sighed, "I saw Foster in my dreams younger. Obviously, he gained his reputation later through some evil experiments."
"You mentioned that he also smoked your blood, Strange." Schiller put down the book and looked at Strange and said, "Will there be anything in common?"
“I can be sure that I am in a time not in the Middle Ages,” Schiller said. “I saw the suit cuffs, which should be around the 17th or 18th century.”
"I didn't find significant characteristics of the times, but I think my times might have been earlier," Strange said. "The people dressed a little like medieval villagers."
“That is, boys and girls are not people from the same era,” Wanda concluded, “but they were treated almost the same.”
"That's right." Schiller said after thinking about it, "After the operating room is upgraded, there are more books. Maybe we can find some clues from it."
"Then you look for it first." Strange stood up and said, "I'm a little tired, go to bed for a while."
He went back to the lounge. When he was passing by the full-length mirror, he vaguely saw the image in the mirror twisting, and it seemed that two arms had grown behind him.
But Strange only thought he was dazzled and didn't care. When he lay on the bed, he only felt the mirror flashing, as if something was swaying inside.
Strange turned over and closed his eyes and fell asleep. But perhaps because he slept too frequently, he did not dream this time.
In the darkness of the lounge, a hand slowly stretched out from the mirror, followed by an arm, half of the body, and then a complete person.
A naked man who was almost exactly like Strange walked out of the mirror. He walked barefoot to the closet, took out a robe from it and put it on, put on a cross and glasses. Apart from his slightly dim skin color, he was no different from Strange.
The spacious robe covered the two extra arms behind him well. He slowly opened the door of the lounge and came to the operating room.
The operating room was not calm either. Schiller pinched the mold there for a long time, and when he looked up, he remembered that the report was not written today. He took a breath, put down the clay on his hand, ran to the operating table to pick up the paper and pen, and began to write quickly.
He wrote and scolded: "It seems like there is only one doctor here. Stephen ignored everything after the operation. The surgeons have this virtue..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw someone pushing the door and walking out of the lounge. Schiller immediately cleared his throat and said, "You are quite conscientious. Stop talking nonsense. The nurse is coming in one hour, so write quickly."
Schiller pointed to the position next to him, pushed the paper in half and threw over it, and threw a pen over.
Seeing Strange not moving, he said without raising his head: "I don't have to ask you for help, but it's really too late today. I must not finish writing by myself. You don't want the nurse to rush in, right?"
Before hearing Strange's answer, Schiller looked over curiously. Strange showed him a strange smile, and then slowly stretched out his other arms from behind.
This should have been a very thrilling scene, but Schiller's first reaction was: "Damn, God has given you another pair of hands?!"
Then he realized that it seemed that it was not true Strange. He quickly stood up from the chair. The other party might have thought he was going to attack and put on a fighting posture.
Schiller just gave up the chair, then pointed at it at him and said, "Since you have four hands, it's no problem to report it at twice the speed. Who else can you do with this work? Come on."
Wanda, who was washing the pot, turned his head and saw Strange with four arms, and was shocked. She rushed over and said to the fake Strange: "Who are you?! Where did you get the real Stephen?"
"Hey, don't be so nervous, ma'am, we don't need Stephen anymore. This guy has two pairs of God's hands." Schiller said with his eyes shiny. "He can do two surgeries at the same time, or make up for reports from two people at the same time. He is simply a perfect doctor."
"Really?" Wanda was a little skeptical. She said, "Will this guy really help us with work? Why do I think he seems a little fierce?"
"He's better able to help us with work," Schiller said with a narrowed eyes, "otherwise he's the culprit for my failure to report. Let him go and apologize to the nurse in person."
As soon as he finished speaking, Schiller picked up a piece of hardened clay without warning and smashed it into the face of the fake Strange. With a bang, the other party was tilted back. Wanda immediately followed, and the pot in his hand hit his chest, smashing him to the ground.
Strange was awakened by the movement and was also startled to see the person lying on the ground. Schiller tied the person with a rope and threw him outside the door before the nurse came.
Soon, the nurse's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Wanda opened a small gap in the door and used magic to control the rope to untie it.
Suddenly, screams and roars came from outside the door, followed by crackling and crackling...
Schiller shouted into the observation window: "Sorry, ma'am, today's report has not been written. But there is a reason..."
After a while, the nurse's eyes, covered in blood, suddenly appeared on the observation window. Just as she was about to say something, the door slammed open.
The nurse who was close to the door was knocked to the ground and then a hard thing hit her. When she stood up again, she found a full-length mirror lying beside her.
"I've given it to you, ma'am, no thanks."
After saying that, Schiller slammed the door and closed it.
Wanda, who witnessed all this, said: "She will definitely want to kill you, absolutely."
"I won't want to kill me more than when I knew I hadn't finished the report." Schiller spread his hands and said, "Even if it's just in this game world, there are many people who want to kill me. Let her go to the back line."
Sure enough, a crazy scream came from the corridor, and the nurse began to bump into the door frantically. But at this time, the full-body mirror that was lying beside him exerted force.
When Schiller threw it out, the side of the mirror was just close to the nurse, and her figure was reflected. The image in the mirror began to change. When the nurse started to hit the door, a pale arm stretched out from the mirror and grabbed the nurse's ankle.
The nurse looked back and was stunned. The other self was crawling out of the mirror, and the fake self had two heads.
But Schiller was still sticking to the observation window to watch the fun. He said gloatingly: "I think this lady is more competent because she will have an extra mouth to scold the doctors who can't finish their reports. Do you want to consider giving her your position?"
The nurse obviously was not in the mood to listen to him. The two nurses fought together, and they chased each other farther and farther away in the corridor.
After confirming that the nurse had left, Schiller opened the door and picked up the mirror, and looked at the body of the fake Strange. He found that there was no tongue in the mouth, not that it was not long, but that it was cut off from the root.
Schiller had some speculation in his mind, but Wanda looked at the mirror with some concern and said, "This thing seems to be able to copy people. Do you really want to put it in the room?"
"Of course, it can be very useful at critical moments." Schiller smiled, obviously having an idea.
After nightfall, the hospital became quiet, and nothing seemed to be active at night. Strange couldn't sleep even after being disturbed by the mirror. Schiller was thinking about the content of his dream, but he did not choose to fall asleep. Wanda had not been sleepy before, so the few people started to stay up late again.
I thought that the night would pass like this peacefully again, but when it was almost dawn, there was suddenly some movement on the window. A big raven with shiny feathers stopped on the window frame, combing its feathers and looking up at these people from time to time.
Schiller walked under the window, looked up at the raven in a daze, and the raven looked at him. Each person and a bird stared at him with big eyes.
"I have the habit of having breakfast," Schiller suddenly said, "How about roast chicken?"
Wanda put down the pillowcase that was being stacked in her hand, walked over, looked up at the raven and said, "Do you want me to knock it down?"
"No, little girl. You can't attack me." Raven opened his mouth and said.
"There is a roast chicken talking." Schiller said, still staring at the raven with his head raised.
Wanda was not vague, and the stirring rod in his hand flew out in an instant, but stopped more than ten centimeters from the raven.
"Stop your trick, witch. You can't hurt me." Raven said with some disdain.
The stirring rod fell down with a clang. Schiller raised his eyebrows on one side and said to Wanda: "I think birds should also pay attention to their appearance. Madam, what do you think?"
Wanda waved his hand again, and the door of the lounge opened. The mirror flew over and pointed it directly at the raven.
However, what appeared in the mirror was not a bird, but a humanoid creature with a raven head, exactly the same as the birdman before.
"Take that curse item away!" the raven roared.
At this moment, the bell for work rang, and the two of them dispersed boredly, put on gloves and prepared for work. No one paid attention to the raven.
Strange pulled down the lever, and a figure fell out of the passage. The raven standing on the window frame was about to say something when he heard the three of them exclaim in surprise.
Stark on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes - neither Schiller nor Strange were wearing masks.