Chapter 3350

"Do you need anesthesia?" Shiler asked, looking up.

Strange was already organizing his gloves and preparing to rinse, and he said, "Are you sure you can mix the dosage well?"

Shiler sized up the woman's height and weight, and then said, "Eight or nine out of ten. If there's no anesthesia, the two of us are afraid we can't hold her down."

Then he also leaned over to observe the wound and the woman's current state carefully, and said, "I'm afraid I have to give her some adrenaline. I remember the healing manual mentioned that the juice of several plants has a similar effect; can only gamble on it."

"Can't your professional skills as a psychologist play a role?"

"Play what role? Persuade her to lie honestly on the bed and think about happy things while someone else cuts her stomach open?"

Shiler said while rummaging in front of the cabinet, and Strange also shouldered part of the assistant's responsibilities, using physiological saline and medicine to rinse the abdominal cavity alternately.

"The situation is even worse than I imagined." Strange said, "Her internal organs have signs of impact, and there are already signs of bleeding. One kidney is afraid it has to be removed; I don't think we have such surgical conditions."

"Then have to try. Anyway, this group of people is always more tenacious in vitality than humans, right?"

"You have to ask the fireplace about this question."

"Yeah, also have to ask our stomachs."

Shiler took several plants to the workbench, and while flipping through the manual, performed pre-processing. After a while, he brought over several needles and said to Strange, "Push half of this one, push all of this one in, and then pray to God."

Strange took it over, and while injecting into the arm, said, "You must know how to inject, otherwise if you need to supplement anesthesia later, I won't be able to free up my hands."

"I'll try." Shiler used a rope to fix the woman's limbs to prevent her from struggling too violently during the surgery, leading to secondary injury.

"Wait, what is this?" Shiler discovered a bleeding bite mark on the back of the woman's lower leg while tying the rope, which looked like it had been bitten by a dog.

"God, it seems God won't bless anyone who meets me. There's no rabies vaccine here." Shiler checked the bite wound, "The bite wound on the lower leg is much fresher than the knife wound in the abdominal cavity; this female warrior should have been fighting until she fell into a coma."

Strange just glanced at it, and then said, "Worrying about rabies is still too early. If we can't suppress internal bleeding and handle the kidney problem, she won't live until rabies breaks out."

"The problem is, she might not necessarily have been bitten by a dog."

After the preparation work was completed, the two started debridement formally. Strange cut away the necrotic skin bit by bit, Shiler helped him fix the wound, and at the same time cleaned the waste on the waste tray.

Strange's hands were very fast, simply waving out afterimages. After the skin was cleared, he reached out: "Tweezers."

Shiler handed him a pair of tweezers, and Strange just wanted to reach toward the wound when he was stunned. He looked at the tweezers in his hand speechlessly and said, "Why don't you just drive an excavator over?"

Shiler was also stunned, then reacted that the tweezers might be too big. But he didn't know what Strange wanted to do; just saying "tweezers," who knew which one he wanted to give him?

Strange was a bit impatient and waved his hand, saying, "You push the tool cart to this side, I'll take it myself."

Shiler pushed the cart over. Strange continued his operation, his hands without the slightest pause. He took a hemostatic clamp to clamp a blood vessel, put it on Shiler's side, and then said, "Hold it and don't move."

Shiler held the hemostatic clamp, and Strange continued to operate. Soon, under his cleaning, the wound, although still red and swollen, had become visibly cleaner.

"Can't suture now." Strange said, "Drain the abdominal fluid first, and then I want to open a mouth in the side abdomen to check the kidney condition."

Strange took a long and thin needle, preparing to draw out the abdominal fluid. Because it was fluid accumulation caused by infection, after drawing the fluid out, it had to be lavaged. But before moving, Strange hesitated a bit.

"What's wrong?" Shiler was wrapping the bandage on the woman's lower leg wound, looked up at Strange who had stopped, and asked.

"The internal organ situation is too terrible. Any tiny change might cause internal bleeding. But if not handled, she will soon die of infection." Strange only hesitated for about a second, then continued his movements, and then said, "Asking a surgeon to pray to God is a kind of shame."

"If she were human, she wouldn't have been able to persist until meeting you at all." Shiler said while wrapping the bandage, "Doesn't it feel better thinking about it this way?"

"Not at all." Strange said.

"That's because I'm not good at cheering for doctors in the operating room." Shiler smiled and said, "You are the one who has been in the operating room all year round; shouldn't you be the one encouraging me?"

"Encouraging you? Encouraging you to let more people enter the fireplace?"

"Think on the bright side, at least my experience in destroying corpses without a trace is rich. Otherwise, the game would have just started, and the two of us would have been beaten to death by the head nurse."

Strange finally laughed, but he snorted coldly again and said, "My medical skills won't give you too many opportunities to destroy corpses without a trace."

"Right, my speed of destroying corpses without a trace won't give your medical skills too many opportunities either. The two of us are simply the best partners."

Strange's hand stopped, exhaled, and said, "You stand on this side, I have to check her kidney condition."

The two swapped positions. Shiler observed the condition of the wound, estimating that the previous state was too terrible, so it looked okay now. It was just that from Strange's expression, the situation was terrible.

Just as Strange was about to cut from the side abdomen, the nurse's footsteps came from the corridor again. Strange put on the mask, and Shiler came to the door.

"Before the bell rings for off-duty... give me the report..." The nurse's hoarse voice rang out.

"Report?"

"Yeah... didn't you write it?"

"Uh, wrote it, ma'am. The wording is beautiful, and the tone is moving. Will hand it to you together in a while."

The nurse's eyeballs rolled around, then she left from behind the observation window.

"Why do we still have to write a report?!" Shiler let out a scream, and then said, "You said why play a medical theme! Are the two of us here to play a game or to work overtime?!"

"You write it, I don't have time." Strange said, "I'm trying to save her infection situation, maybe even remove one kidney."

"I knew it..." Shiler muttered while walking to the desk next to the bookshelf in the deepest part of the operating room.

He had just sat down when he seemed to remember something and said, "If the report is handed to the nurse, I'm afraid it can't be filled out truthfully..."

"Of course it can't, that's why I need you to write it." Strange said, "Think of a way to make something up and fool her."

Shiler sighed in resignation and began to bury his head in writing.

He didn't know how the surgery report of this era should be written, anyway, he wrote it according to the modern report, the wording was beautiful and the tone was moving, except for being slightly different from the facts, it was simply perfect.

Finally, before the bell rang again, Shiler handed the full parchment through the crack of the door.

The nurse just glanced at it and didn't look closely. But before leaving, she said pointedly, "Those who have caught the plague are cursed people. They are a group of shameless liars and rascals; no matter what they told you, it's just nonsense. Better not let me know that you listened to their words..."

"Rest assured, ma'am. There is no such opportunity."

With a "click," the door closed. Shiler added the last sentence in his heart: "After all, not a single one who could open their mouth alive has appeared so far."

Shiler keenly noticed that a red button lit up on the door of the passage in front of the operating table. This should mean that today's work was over and no more patients would come.

But Strange was still working overtime; it was estimated that it would be another sleepless night.

He was busy there, and Shiler didn't idle either. The Mandrake Anesthetic was gone and needed to be mixed again. There were also several potions used today that needed to be mixed again.

The most critical thing was the sulfuric acid that had been prepared once, which wasn't enough either. He had to prepare enough for a whole day's use during the break; this was a big project, enough to keep him busy for half a day.

While waiting for the potion mixing and sulfuric acid preparation, Shiler went to the fireplace to pick out some bone residue. Just as he was using the furnace hook to stir the wood, he vaguely saw a shadow on the pitch-black inner side of the fireplace.

Shiler leaned over to look inside, and a ghost shadow emerging from the thick smoke rushed toward him. Shiler wasn't scared, but he was choked quite badly, covering his mouth and coughing a few times to the side.

When he looked inside again, the wall at the deepest part of the fireplace was gone, replaced by a large mouth like an abyss.

"Give me..." Shiler vaguely heard a sentence.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Food..."

"God, you eat too much." Shiler couldn't help but sigh, "Isn't three and a half people a day enough for you?"

The other party seemed to be stumped by him and didn't make a sound again. When Shiler looked into the fireplace again, the big mouth had disappeared; it seemed that was just his hallucination.

It looked like this should be a mandatory cutscene; it might be triggered if enough people were thrown in. But they reached the condition in one day, and the other party might have realized they came a bit too early.

Shiler looked into the room again, and he found that Strange was right. The lights in the room were much dimmer than when they first arrived here, and that putrid stench was getting thicker, enough to make people feel uneasy.

He remembered the parchment saying that destroying patients might trigger unpredictable terrifying consequences; this might refer to some abnormalities appearing in the room.

He finally had time to look at the books on the bookshelf. Sure enough, he found entries related to emergency handling on the bottom row of the bookshelf. This book mentioned that some patients would go crazy, or due to the influence of the disease, show various spreadable abnormalities; at this time, destruction must be performed.

The destruction process was actually just stuffing them into the fireplace, but the manual also mentioned that destroying patients suffering from the plague might lead to some unknown horrors, so one must proceed with caution.

Shiler naturally began to think: "Then what if I don't destroy the patient according to the process?"

It was indeed quite urgent during the day, so they directly stuffed the patient into the fireplace, accidentally meeting the destruction process in the manual.

But actually, if it weren't that urgent, Shiler had many other ways to destroy the corpse without a trace. If not operating according to the destruction process, would it not count as destruction?

Shiler touched his chin and gradually had an idea.

(End of chapter)