Chapter 3386 The Magical Doctor (Thirty)
If he didn't listen to the jingle of Schiller's purse in his arms, he would be quite sincere. If he looked at the pincers in his hand, then these words would be touching.
Looking at the two men who were almost identical in front of him, Raven recalled his recent series of experiences and felt that the hospital really needed a more conscientious front desk.
Wood is his old friend, but as the saying goes, the old ones don’t go, the new ones don’t come.
"Okay," said Raven, "but I can't interfere with the will of the hospital, you have to make it recognize you."
"How do you make it recognize me?"
The Raven paused and said meaningfully: "Since you have guessed something, do what you guessed. In general, work hard."
After saying that, he flew away in a hurry. He flew too fast and didn't care if he fell two feathers. It could be seen how much he wanted to stay away from these two people.
The two Schiller looked at each other. Schiller took the lead and said, "Do you think Wood can come back?"
"What do you think?"
"As far as I know, Westchester is not too close to here," Schiller said, touching his chin, "The road is long and dangerous, and the chance of successfully reaching here is not very high."
"Our respected nurse lady feels the same, too." Nodded arrogantly, "You will see her soon."
Arrogant returned to his operating room along the passage. Schiller waited in the clinic. After a while, the clinic was shut down and the windows were covered by unknown shadows. After all, the furniture was restored.
If the bear guard hadn't collected furniture, Schiller would have had a new way to get rich.
Schiller walked to the counter behind the glass window and sat down. He looked at the drawers under the table. One of them was to put money in it, but Schiller did not put the money in it, but took it with him.
After a while, a red-haired figure jumped out of the pipe. Schiller looked up and saw Natasha's beautiful face.
"Long time no see, ma'am, you are still glamorous." Schiller walked out of the counter and hugged Natasha. They did not see each other for a while. Maybe it was because they had a better rest recently, and Natasha's good complexion made her look more beautiful.
The female agent smiled and said, "You are not bad either. I heard from the arrogant saying that you made a bag of money, but you are only willing to give him 30 silver coins."
"Are there already a lot? He did nothing and wanted to share my money..."
"I mean, you would actually be willing to give him 30. How many would you give me?"
"At least one gold coin, lady." Schiller opened the chair next to Natasha and said, "for your beauty and strength."
"Okay, let's not talk about this. You actually killed this front desk. You really deserve to be my good doctor." Natasha gave Schille a thumbs up. Schille smiled.
"But I also heard from you that all you killed is a puppet, and they will send new ones. Can't let them go too smoothly, right?"
"Of course. Take the initiative to ask, are you a witch?"
"You should have guessed it." Natasha looked at greed helplessly and said, "You know that I was transferring the dream potion and bought all the sulfur, and we almost got into trouble."
"Well……"
"But why did you buy so much sulfur?" Natasha asked in confusion. "Since you can guess that we are mixing dream potions, you should already know that it is me. Why do you have to target me?"
Schiller sat next to her, raised his legs and put his hands on his knees, and said, "Since you are a female Soviet agent, I assume you have a good level of chemistry. Do you know what sulfur can be used to make?"
"Make... it's not sulfuric acid, right?"
When Natasha turned her head to look at Schiller, Schiller also turned her head to look at her, with a calm face and innocent eyes, and nodded.
The female agent sighed and said, "I know."
"You didn't use this method before...uh... to cure your entertainment activities in college, right?"
Schiller obviously likes Natasha's words very much, but he shook his head and said, "No, this is a bit too primitive. There are better choices in modern society."
"I won't ask you what that is." Natasha stood up and said, "I will be responsible for blocking the team coming to Westchester and try to cause some trouble for them. But they may still come, and I will leave it to you to solve it at that time."
"Are you going to meet Batman?" Schiller refers to Arkham Batman.
"Yes. He is a bounty hunter, investigating the truth about the outbreak of the plague in this town. He should have some clues, and I'm going to exchange information with him."
"Okay, ma'am, it's a good trip."
After seeing Natasha away, Schiller opened the door of the clinic room again. Many patients had gathered outside. Seeing a strange face, they were stunned for a moment.
"Okay, friends. Wood has something to do, I'll serve as a substitute. Come in with me."
In the crowd, Schiller saw a familiar figure. He called out his name: "Jarvis?"
The young man with a mechanical leg and a robotic arm nodded, but said nothing, obviously he did not want to reveal his identity.
"Okay, come and line up." Schiller walked into the counter and said to them through the glass, "No scramble, no rush to go to the line. Come over one by one and dictate the symptoms. I will send you a number. If you call the number, wait before going to the pipe. Enter which pipe entrance is bright."
Schiller had already found a set of operating equipment in the counter, and then he found that the outside consultant had no way to control the opening and closing of the pipe. Otherwise, Wood would not have been unable to stop him.
The pipeline that needs treatment will light up, which means that the doctor inside pulls down the pull rod and asks the patient for the patient. The consultant can verbally direct the patient to which pipeline to go, but they can also let them choose it themselves.
Wood obviously knows how to command. Schiller didn't want to be so tired. He decided to choose some patients who were not so serious and redistribute them with special symptoms.
The doctor's information is placed on the archive shelf next to it. The doctor's face is blurry, but it writes about which operating room they are in, what surgery they are good at, and what success rate are.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Schiller still successfully found him, Strange and Batman from it.
Then he realized that he and Strange were not the most outrageous quack doctors in this hospital. To be outrageous, they had to be arrogant and Batman.
"The healing rate of both of them is zero! It's zero!"
Even if they have not upgraded to the operating room and have no minimum cure requirements, they should have been cured at least ten or eight out of them in so many days. None of them came out alive!
Moreover, it is not just them, and other operating rooms may not be very good. The cure rate is basically around one tenth. It is true that the strong one has the strong one.
Schiller doesn't think Strange is too optimistic about his skills now. He thinks he is too pessimistic. They are simply peerless miracle doctors!
No wonder no one came to find them after so many people were cured. In this hospital, there were many powerful people like dogs and experts everywhere.
Then he remembered the words "They are getting stronger and stronger." Schiller couldn't help but think: "You shit medical system, can't you hold that fireplace to death?"
"Do you know why the victim's evil spirits' assembly is getting stronger and stronger?"
But thinking about it is true. If there are no other players among other doctors, the probability of them being doctors is too low. This is how ordinary people can treat the disease. In other words, there is no Baidu in this era, if there is, one-tenth of them will not be cured.
After complaining in his heart, Schiller began to focus on his work. He did not intend to kill everyone, but instead carefully analyzed the condition and arranged a doctor.
It's not that he is kind, mainly because he has seen that neither the little girl's evil spirit nor the victim's evil spirit collection are good things.
The little girl was persecuted back then, but it is hard to say how many similarities she has with humans after becoming an evil spirit. Most of them are just an evil obsession.
The collection of evil spirits deserves it. Although their ancestors may have done evil deeds, they don’t know. But this is a magical world. Even though they know that evil spirits may be produced, they still have to persecute a person. With such a stupid ancestor, if their descendants cannot survive, they will naturally be eliminated.
To sum up, Schiller had no intention of helping any other party. He knew that although arrogant said he wanted to save the little girl, he just said that. He just counted them to feed the fireplace the most.
So the best way at present is to balance the power of the little girl and the victim, so that they can keep the war and no one can gain the upper hand, so the hospital will naturally be able to maintain peace.
This will buy time for development for them. Batman must have started to climb technology, and Iron Man will not be bad. When they develop, the gun will be in their hands. At that time, how the plot will go, it will not be up to the evil spirits.
Schiller sat behind the counter and watched a woman with huge black tentacles embedded in her head walking over.
"Eyeball Tentice." After taking a look, Schiller picked up the paper brush next to him and wrote a few sentences, afraid that other doctors would not understand it, so he wrote Latin. After handing it to the woman, he asked her to wait aside.
Then he walked over to a half-dragon man with a green head full of scales. Schiller looked up at him, then waved to him, signaling him to get closer.
"It should be a variant of ore disease...but it's not easy to confirm, you can wait a little longer." Schiller asked him to go to the other side.
At this moment, a group of people rushed in in panic. They were holding a pair of simple stretchers, and there was a person lying on it.
"Give it one hand and give it one hand, emergency!"
Schiller looked up and found that the group of people were actually wearing police uniforms. The ordinary people next to him did not dare to provoke them. Schiller quickly stood up from the counter and looked at the patient on the stretcher.
The person lying on the stretcher can no longer be called a person. It should be said to be a stone sculpture. Schiller knew what was going on at a glance.
He reached out and waved the crowd, walked to a passage, and shouted to the other end: "I am the new consultant, here the emergency department! The patient's ore disease petrochemical typing is early, his physical signs are stable, and his respiratory rate is occasionally abnormal. He is ready to accept it!"
Wanda at the other end of the passage was about to respond, but Strange covered her mouth quickly with his eyes and hands, and then shouted to the passage: "There is no bed! Send it to the next door!"
Strange let go of his hand, Wanda turned to look at him in confusion, Strange said, "You must remember one thing when you go to the hospital for internship in the future - the only difference between an emergency department and a liar is that the liar will occasionally tell a few truths!"
Chapter completed!