Chapter 3348

The nurse left after all. Strange also finally finished vomiting. His body was still stained with some bug mucus. Shiler dipped some water from the water jar with a towel to help him wipe it off.

"You finally did something an assistant should do." Strange said, walking over to check the patient's condition.

"Dead completely." Strange sighed and said, "Burn it."

In less than five minutes, the two were squatting in front of the fireplace again. Strange reflected, "Knowing there was a time limit, I was too anxious. Actually, if I had only opened a small mouth and let the bugs out slowly, it should have been in time."

"I don't know why you suddenly cut it open either. You knew that thing would run around everywhere." Shiler said while pounding the sulfur, "Our supply of mandrake and sulfur is limited, and I don't know if it can be replenished, so we still have to use it sparingly."

"The next one will definitely be fine." Strange said, "I swear I'll recite the Hippocratic Oath first."

"I will too."

"Then recite it now."

"I solemnly swear, uh... I... what what abide by the oath, loyal and unwavering... Shiler Rodriguez hereby makes a glorious promise."

Strange rolled his eyes and said, "How did you manage to forget all the substantive content and just remember the set phrases?"

"Because I can only make promises to these." Shiler spread his hands and said, "I guarantee I am very solemn, loyal, and pious."

"To the patient?"

"To God."

"You hope God will bless them?"

"I hope God will bless me." Shiler said, "I know God won't bless them."

"How do you know?"

"If God blessed them, they wouldn't have met me."

Strange couldn't help but applaud him and then said, "When God takes back his hands, I will relay this to him truthfully."

After speaking, the two stood up again, preparing to welcome the third patient. Strange actually recited the Hippocratic Oath very solemnly.

Unfortunately, the third creature that slid down from the passage wasn't human.

"God, what is this thing?! A werewolf???" Shiler leaned over to look, and from the mottled, blood-stained hair, he vaguely saw a wolf's face.

This thing lying on the patient bed was about the same size as a human, but covered in long hair, with a sharp mouth on its head, many sharp teeth in its mouth, and its hands and feet were clearly not what a primate should have, looking indeed closer to the canine family.

"We should learn from the last lesson, fix it first, and then plug its mouth." Strange proposed a practical and effective method to improve the success rate.

Shiler also agreed with this method, so he found a rope from the tool shelf nearby, tied the werewolf's limbs, and tied it to the side of the bed.

If it were a human, plugging the mouth might be a bit difficult, but a wolf's mouth protruded outward, so it only needed to be tied with a rope.

After the werewolf's mouth was plugged, its chest began to rise and fall violently, and it was a frequent tremor and twitch, a bit like it was coughing.

Shiler used a gloved hand to touch the blood seeping out next to the hair on its mouth and found some powdery crystals.

"It should be stone lung disease." Shiler speculated.

Strange had already brought a metal megaphone, placed it on the werewolf's chest, and after listening, he stood up straight and said, "I'm afraid it's lung-clogging stone lung disease. You go mix the dissolving mist, I'll do a thoracic biopsy."

"Be careful, don't get bitten by it again." Shiler said while walking to the inspection table.

The inhalable dissolving mist for treating stone lung disease needed to be mixed with raven blood and mother wolf bile, put into a still to be distilled, and then the distilled gas was pumped into a respirator through a pipe.

Shiler rummaged through the bottles and jars on the shelf, and soon found a small bottle of raven blood; there was a large bottle of mother wolf bile, both of which smelled terrible.

After Shiler mixed them according to the ratio, he put them into the still. But after he put them in, he remembered that he had used the still to process sulfuric acid just before.

Shiler stood in front of the still and took a breath. He glanced at the remaining raven blood; that bottle wasn't big to begin with, and this used up half of it, leaving only a little bit now.

"Forget it, a werewolf's vitality should be much more tenacious than a human's." Shiler muttered to himself. He started the still and then connected the pipe.

He took out the respirator mask from the side of the bed shelf, connected the other end of the pipe, and sealed it. But when he wanted to put the mask on, he was in a bit of a dilemma. After all, a wolf's mouth structure was different from a human's, and it was very difficult to fit this mask tightly.

Strange clearly saw the problem. He said, "A werewolf's vitality should be much more tenacious than a human's, take the mask off, cut the trachea and intubate."

After speaking, he directly cut an opening in the center of the werewolf's neck and inserted the tube directly.

In just a few seconds, the werewolf struggled like crazy, almost flipping the operating table. Shiler and Strange both dodged; after all, if this kind of monster broke free, it would bite whoever it saw, and who knew if it had rabies, so run first.

When they came back, the werewolf was already motionless.

"Why is it dead again?" Strange issued a soul-searching question.

But the two didn't idle either, pulled the tube out, and used the old method to destroy the corpse. This time it was slightly more troublesome, because the werewolf's hair was everywhere, mixed with blood and stuck to the ground, and Shiler spent a long time cleaning it up.

Before throwing the torso into the fireplace, Strange specifically opened the chest cavity to check, and found that most of the werewolf's lungs were gone. But the manual didn't mention this symptom, so he could only shake his head and say, "It seems it came too late. If it had come earlier, the two of us would definitely have been able to save it."

"Yeah, poor little dog." Shiler sighed.

Then he said, "Reciting the Hippocratic Oath is useless too. Why don't you pray to God with me, maybe God would be willing to respond to us?"

Strange threw the claws into the fireplace, just wanted to say something, but looked at the room with some doubt, and then said, "Do you feel the light seems a bit dimmer?"

Shiler also looked around and said, "I feel okay, barely able to see clearly. But the fine operation of surgery does require good light; don't you want to find a way to make a torch?"

Saying and doing, Shiler stood up, found whale grease among those bottles and jars. Smearing the grease on a cloth strip and wrapping it around the pliers, a simple torch was made.

Strange pulled the lever down, and the next patient was in place.

This patient was even more of a heavyweight; basically, it was a small-sized Cthulhu. Its head was a complete octopus, with human torso and limbs, but the fingers and toes were also octopus tentacles.

"My God, how did I get this job?" Shiler said, "Seeing a doctor for Cthulhu, me?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Strange said, "This time it must be a success."

Strange checked the eyes first and found nothing unusual, then checked the mouth. Immediately after, it was the limbs and body fluids. Since octopuses had no hair, there was no check for this item.

After taking off the clothes on the octopus man's upper body, Strange listened to the chest sound. He thought for a moment and said, "Regular clicking sound, it might be heart gear cancer. I need to open it and look."

After speaking, he very neatly opened the chest cavity, and sure enough, he saw gears constantly chewing on flesh at the heart. The gears were proliferating bit by bit, and now they had spread to the lungs.

Strange rolled up his sleeves and said, "This requires manual removal and suturing, and maybe a bypass. You stand on my side and wipe my sweat."

This work was simple; Shiler waited next to Strange with a towel. To supplement the light, he held the torch he had just made and stood behind Strange's diagonal back. As long as he shouted to wipe sweat, Shiler would help him wipe the sweat on his forehead to prevent sweat from dripping into his eyes and affecting the surgery.

Watching Strange perform surgery was a pleasure; his knife-work seemed to have some kind of wonderful regularity. Even if what he was removing was something that had never existed in the real world, it was still clean and neat, never cutting an extra piece of flesh or touching an extra blood vessel.

The slender fingers flew between the flesh and blood with a bloody but eerie aesthetic, the ugly flesh and the incomparably precise operation reflected each other, and Strange was as indifferent and calm as ever.

In about ten minutes, most of the gears were perfectly removed, with not much blood shed, leaving only the last gear mother body stuck in a very tricky position.

Strange took a deep breath, and with one knife, the mother body was dug out for the most part.

But just at this time, this peculiar octopus man woke up. Although there was no big reaction, with the recovery of consciousness, the muscles began to tighten, and Strange stabbed crookedly with one knife.

"Don't move around!" He roared, "Supplement anesthesia! Supplement anesthesia quickly!!"

Shiler took the injection again, but the body structure of an octopus and a human was different, and the potion injection had no effect. The octopus man was waving his tentacles while babbling something, struggling desperately.

Shiler just wanted to reach out and hold him down, but the tentacles on his chin waved around, directly knocking the torch Shiler was holding away.

The pliers, which had been burned red by the fire, just smashed straight onto his face. The fire ignited the tentacles, and the octopus man let out a terrifying scream.

The two originally wanted to extinguish the fire, but as they extinguished it, it started to smell fragrant.

What could Shiler do? He had waited for Strange until the middle of the night and hadn't even eaten a midnight snack. Since he was already here, he couldn't waste it, right?

Ten minutes later, Strange and Shiler were squatting next to the fireplace, each holding a skewer of grilled squid tentacles.

"I feel our working method has a big problem." Shiler sighed, "I'll leave myself out of it, but you are known as the world's best surgeon with the Hands of God; how could you do the work like this?"

"I'm thinking about the question you asked before." Strange bit a squid tentacle off and then said, "How did the two of us get this job?"

Shiler ate a squid tentacle in one bite, chewed hard in his mouth, and then said, "I fully suspect that I might be a killer, and I chose this job because it's faster to kill here and won't be discovered by others."

"Then what about me? I should be a miracle doctor." Strange said, "Otherwise I wouldn't be assigned to the same operating room as you."

"Forget it, you're not much better either." Shiler sprinkled some salt on the squid tentacles and then said, "You have a great talent for being a killer, I'm serious."

Strange, who had already finished eating, threw the skewer into the fireplace, stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Good doctors are good killers; I'll take it as you complimenting me."

"Of course. After all, although the two of us are unscrupulous, we are definitely not quacks."

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