Chapter 3384 The Magical Doctor (Twenty-eight)
Stark looked at the blast furnace in the lounge with a little stunned.
After two days of rest, he could barely walk. The operating room was very busy recently and there were many patients in the hospital room, so Stark moved to the lounge to continue recuperation.
But he didn't expect that the scene in the lounge was a lightning strike. Good guy, Iron Man hasn't started to smelve iron yet, why are you a psychologist putting on the blast furnace first?
"Can this thing be really refined?" Stark looked at the furnace and said, "Although it's OK in theory, the flame temperature is definitely not enough..."
"You can tell if the flame temperature is enough or not, don't you try it?" said Schiller, who was standing behind him.
Stark was a little hesitant, but he was not convenient for him to squat down. He sat on the bed next to him, and reached into the stove with a long iron chisel and flipped over. When the bellows were stirring, he saw flames that were close to white.
"No, right? The structure of this thing is obviously impossible to raise the flame temperature to such a high. Is it because there is something wrong with the flame?"
This greatly aroused Stark's interest. He would rather come over with one leg and study what was going on with the stove.
Schiller gave him some ore and asked Stark to study it himself. In fact, he didn't know much about the principle of the fireplace.
Especially I don’t understand why the fireplace becomes very hot every once in a while, resulting in the inability to serve people in the lounge, but the efficiency of smelting minerals will increase.
He can only understand that such gameplay is allowed in the game, which is the reward they prepared for innovative players like him.
Schiller ignored Stark because he really had something important to do now. The most important thing was to realize his previous plan, which was to let the patients get sick and control their death time.
But this time it was not to prevent them from realizing something wrong, but to finally attack Wood, the wooden man.
In the past two days, Schiller asked about almost all the information about the outside world from Stark. The most important one was the clinic he had been to twice.
Although Steve sent him here this time and he didn't see anything, he could see clearly that time before.
On the other end of the passage is a room similar to the primary operating room. Half of it is an office with glass windows, where a wooden man with many arms sits.
You must queue up in front of the glass window for initial inspection and payment, and then go to the lounge next to you to wait. After calling the name, you will walk to the other side of the glass window, where there is a pipe entrance with a whole wall.
Wood would use long wooden arms to lift the patients up and stuff them into a certain pipe, allowing them to go to different operating rooms through the pipe for treatment.
The recovered patient would fall from the hole in the same pipe, be caught by Wood with his arm, and be thrown out of the hospital through the window on one side.
That's right, the hospital does not have an inpatient department. You leave immediately after the operation and are not allowed to stay. Even if you die there immediately after you are discharged from the hospital, no one will care.
The appearance of the hospital looks nothing strange, it is the kind of ordinary houses that were common in the Victorian era. However, it may be because of the plague outbreak, and there are many patients who come to see the doctor.
Some people want to make trouble, and Wood will use his pointed wooden arms to pierce people. Seeing that he can't afford to offend this wooden man, many people will bully the weaker patients and occupy the queue.
Although some patients were weak, they were not that easy to mess with. Anyway, they were divided into several groups outside, and they were beaten to death. When Stark first came in, there was blood on the floor and wall outside that was too late to clean. Many fresh corpses leaned against the corners of the wall, waiting to be thrown out by Wood.
Schiller didn't care about who was right and who was wrong in the background of the story. He only knew that he was the most innocent one.
He is an ordinary doctor in this game world. Even though his technical level is a little poor and his cure rate is relatively low, he has never done anything bad.
It would be fine if you were deducted money by that damn Wood, but you could not get out of the room and you had to experience the pain of tooth extraction and tongue cutting in your dreams. As a result, someone came over and pointed at him now.
Schiller was not a clutch who had just practiced. Can he suffer this grievance?
So he planned to put his previous ideas into practice, that is, to accurately control the time when patients are onset and let them get sick when they return to the clinic. This will greatly increase Wood's workload.
This is not over yet. This wooden man still has two brushes. Even if an ordinary patient is sick, he may not cause any harm to him. Therefore, it must be a very crazy disease, coupled with some magical damage that wooden man fears.
Schiller chose the werewolf virus, which was the disease that Nova, a former mining hero, got. According to his observation, the disease caused by this disease is somewhat similar to the extreme hyperactivity symptoms of schizophrenia patients. They can ignore muscle restrictions and attack all targets without distinction.
Moreover, people who are bitten are easily infected with viruses and have a very fast incidence of disease. They will also attack indiscriminately after they occur.
Although the patients are all physical and may not be able to beat wooden people, if they can beat all the patients waiting for the hospital to death, Wood will not be able to receive the medical fee. It is very important for Schiller that he cannot make money.
And not only can't make money, but also have to lose money. Schiller already knew that the person sitting in the waiting room outside was actually a wooden puppet. But the raven said that the puppet was very expensive. The reward given by the bear guard to the puppet crystal core also confirmed this.
As long as every patient can cause damage to the puppet, it will not take long to accumulate, and the puppet will be scrapped. Then Wood will have to replace it with a new puppet. Schiller doesn't believe its inventory is endless. When the puppet is used up, it depends on what he will do.
Physical damage alone is not enough. Schiller decided to give him some magic damage, such as pustules that spray corrosive liquids, which produce fungi that causes hallucinospores and granulation that sprouts flames. Any disease with this aggressive symptoms will be done once. He is a super poison king, and he will die for me!
In order to cultivate these poison kings, Schiller filled the operating table and the beds in the hospital room, and placed a lot of them on the ground. He accurately calculated the time of their onset. It just so happened that all the poison species had about the same time, so he sent the patient back directly along the passage.
Because I couldn't see the situation there, I could only judge it by a faint sound. Schiller's time was very accurate. As soon as the patient landed, he was already sick before he could be thrown out, and rushed out howled.
There was a mess of war over there. Schiller heard a few screams, as if someone had been bitten. He also heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and some things whipped the ground. It must have been Wood's move.
Before the riots over there subsided, Schiller sent another one over there. So the noise was even louder.
Schiller threw all the patients he had cultivated these days. The sound opposite sounded like a landslide. It seemed that no matter how many hands the wooden man had, it would be difficult for him to control the situation anymore.
Taking this opportunity, Schiller made an extremely bold move - he took his pliers and drilled into the pipe by himself.
As soon as he lay in, he felt a warm wind blowing from the back of his head. Then he floated up in the passage and then flew to the end of the pipe with a "whisper".
Before she could think about what the principle was, Schiller immediately looked around.
The clinic was in chaos. The floor, walls and ceiling had been dyed completely dark red, and a thick layer of blood was floating everywhere. Almost all the patients waiting in the room were wiped out, so the wooden man in the middle of the room was particularly conspicuous.
When he saw the smooth wooden head, Schiller almost had a conditioned reflex and rushed forward with a steadily, then started smashing his head.
The few legs left by the wooden monster stabbed towards Schiller one after another. Schiller retreated and dodged, standing in the middle of the room with his pliers in his arms, looking at the wooden man.
"What are you going to do? You crazy man!!" Wood roared, "Why do you have to hold me to you?"
"How much salary do you give me every day?" Schiller asked.
The wooden monster's movements were stiff for a moment, and he was obviously stunned. It seemed that he had made a lot of calculations, but he didn't count that Schiller would ask this question.
"Are you really crazy? Is your mind slurry? Don't you know that the operating room of the hospital is a shelter? Do you have to pay you if I provide you with a safe house?!"
"Since you said that, we have to do it well." Schiller snorted coldly, "Why did the plague break out?"
"Because...because..." Wood took a deep breath and said, "this is their destiny."
"You said 'they', not 'we'. Right?" Schiller seized the loophole in his language, saying, "Everyone who stayed in the operating room is innocent. It was God's chosen Noah to preserve the fire for mankind during the destruction of the worldly flood."
"In that case, it is appropriate for you to provide us with shelter. But I think God has not allowed you to work in shelter with high intensity, and you are not rewarded?"
"I...you..." Wood grunted for a long time, and then said, "This is a part of the punishment they must experience. You are not only innocent people, but also prisoners! This is what you should do!"
"If this is our obligation, then we should have the corresponding power. What power do we have?"
"You can survive!"
"But if there was no plague, we could have survived."
"They deserve the plague!"
"But not us!"
Schiller took a step forward and said bluntly: "No matter what great cause of revenge you and a naughty child are doing, and who is guilty and who is innocent, I can't agree with this result. God cannot judge me."
"I could have survived, but the disaster you caused affected my quality of life. I asked me to give you voluntary labor without paying you. You have made a fortune by yourself."
"This proves that no matter how correct the ideology you say is, this matter is a business for you. Even if it coincides with the revenge of some evil spirit, it cannot prove that you are not a bastard who exploits us."
"Now, give me the money for the house, you can cook two dishes before leaving!"
Wood was so angry that he waved his long wooden arms frantically, and his sharp and slender arms headed towards Shileza like arrows off the strings.
Schiller rolled away and took something out from behind - a torch lit by the flames of the fireplace.
With a "huh", the violent flames burned. A shadow stood up in the flames, and a monster composed of white flames appeared in the room.
Chapter completed!