Chapter 3351

Just as Shiler fell into thought, he suddenly heard a "thump" from behind, followed by Strange's scolding.

Shiler immediately walked toward the operating table, and just as he walked over, he saw the woman tied to the bed start struggling desperately, and the wound that had just been handled was bleeding crazily.

"Anesthesia! Supplement anesthesia!" Strange was still shouting.

But Shiler pulled him to his side and said, "The situation is wrong."

Strange also noticed at this time that the woman's eyes began to emit red light, sharp teeth began to grow constantly in her open mouth, and gray hair grew wildly on her face and limbs.

"Werewolf." Strange suddenly said, "The bite mark wouldn't have been left by a werewolf, would it?"

"I'm afraid so, she was infected." Shiler had expected it long ago.

Strange cursed, his expression becoming very cold; one could see he was very angry. Anyone who had worked hard for a long time, only to fall short just when they were about to succeed in saving the other party, would feel very angry.

"Don't get close to her." Shiler said, "In case we get bitten too, it will be troublesome."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the woman revealed an extremely painful expression. She said, "Kill me... kill me quickly! I was bitten... kill me quickly!!!"

With a "squelch," a long knife was inserted into her eye socket. Shiler exerted force on his hand, and brain matter mixed with blood flowed out. The woman suddenly straightened up, then fell heavily onto the bed, completely silent.

Looking at the corpse on the bed, the two were speechless.

"Can't throw it into the fireplace anymore." Strange opened his mouth, "All the shadows in the room have started to become strange, and the temperature has dropped quite a bit; this might be the sequelae of our failure too many times."

"We didn't fail." Shiler untied the rope on the woman and said, "The game didn't say we must cure the patient. Giving them a quick end can also be considered a relief."

"Have you started to comfort yourself?" Strange sat on the chair nearby. He was clearly a bit exhausted; moonlighting as too many assistants made him unable to focus on the operation. And being frightened while concentrating also consumed more of his spirit.

"You can go sleep for a while by the fireplace, leave the rest to me." Shiler said.

"What do you intend to do?" Strange asked, narrowing his eyes.

Shiler raised his chin toward the sewer opening in the corner of the room, while skillfully starting to cut. Strange looked at that sewer opening, but this sewer opening was only about the size of a hand, and it was circular; it was very difficult to stuff anything into it.

Strange naturally couldn't sleep. He habitually took out the healing manual to start reading, and in his peripheral vision, Shiler started to dismantle the distillation equipment.

Strange seemed to know what he was going to do. He was the first to take the initiative to put on the bird-beak mask, then covered his eyes with the book to start dozing off.

The sound of Shiler handling the corpse was like a kind of eerie hypnotic white noise; Strange soon sank into a dream. After becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, he rarely entered a real sleep, most of the time he was meditating, so after entering the dream, he immediately realized his situation.

He found himself coming to a prison; the dim and damp dungeon stank, and wails came from the end. When he turned his head left and right, he saw a pair of withered and childish wrists locked in iron chains...

A group of black-robed people walked into the prison, stopped in front of the cell, and one of them opened the cell door, took out a syringe, and inserted it into his body; eerie, black-and-red intertwined blood was drawn out from his body.

Strange heard a faint cry, coming from his own chest, but it wasn't his own voice; it sounded more like a weak little girl.

But before Strange could see the follow-up, he was awakened by a smell of meat.

Shiler was throwing bones into the jar containing sulfuric acid, and the still next to him was opened, and something was boiling "gududu" inside.

Strange felt that compared to the scene in the real world at this time, the scene in the dream was far from terrifying.

Shiler connected the pipe used for distillation to the sewer opening, and then sent the residue corroded by sulfuric acid and the things that were boiled and then smashed into the sewer.

Strange swallowed his saliva and said, "Why must..."

"Because it will look more like food residue." Shiler said, "No one would throw away raw meat for no reason, but if it's leftovers or kitchen waste, it's very normal."

"You don't think there are police in this world, do you?" Strange asked.

"Maybe not, but have to be prepared for the unexpected. And I'm also worried that the werewolf virus will spread; high-temperature disinfection is the best method."

Strange understood after hearing this, nodded, and said, "That's right, high-temperature treatment is the safest method. Do you feel any change in the room?"

"No. It seems our evasion method worked. It's just that we have to think of a simpler method. If it's during the day, the smell might also arouse the nurse's suspicion."

"Wait a minute." Strange suddenly reacted and said, "We are acting as doctors, not playing a murder-and-destroy-corpse simulator!"

"Haven't you had enough of that in reality?" Shiler said, "Rather than letting those damn emergencies ruin our labor results, it's better to choose the simplest method from the beginning."

"Don't you want to earn money anymore?" Strange asked.

"There's no place to spend money here." Shiler spread his hands and said, "The goal of clearing the level doesn't seem to be how much money to earn. That guaranteed copper coin is enough for us to subscribe to newspapers."

"Alright, makes some sense." Strange walked over to help Shiler clean up the equipment and then said, "But we have to succeed once before the game ends."

"No problem, just find a patient with a simpler disease to treat well when the time comes." Shiler nodded and said, "Not every case mentioned in the examination manual is very fatal; can always run into a simple one."

The two chatted while cleaning up, and a night passed quickly. The arrival of the nurse meant the beginning of a new day. But after the morning bell rang, the nurse left again quickly.

Shiler and Strange prepared to welcome the next patient, but just at this time, the door was knocked.

The two looked at each other. Shiler walked to the door, and a pair of wide-open eyes suddenly appeared on the observation window.

The golden pupils and thick eyebrows showed that it wasn't the nurse. Shiler sized him up and said, "Who are you?"

"I am Bear Caretaker, don't you recognize me anymore? Want some good stuff today?"

A piece of parchment was pushed in from the crack of the door at the bottom. Shiler picked it up to look, and it was actually a product list.

It was filled with all kinds of items, besides being able to replenish the items they already had, there were many new items, such as mushrooms clearly marked with "anesthesia" effects.

Shiler roughly understood the gameplay of this game, which was to treat patients and save people to earn money, then buy more items to save more people, and then use the life and death of some people to make choices for the game plot.

However, to hell with it, they didn't intend to play properly anymore, so what items to buy for treating patients and saving people? Fill up the sulfur!

Shiler took out two copper coins and bought two large bags of sulfur. When he sent the list out, the peculiar existence calling himself Bear Caretaker seemed to be stunned for a moment, then asked: "Just want this?"

"Yes, please deliver it early. We'll use it in a while."

Bear Caretaker left. Shiler ordered another newspaper, and then saw the front-page headline: "Mining Hero Nova has been missing for three days, rumored to have died of plague infection, and Sewage Alley has fallen into panic again."

The picture printed the figure of the woman from yesterday, who was holding a mining pick and fighting fiercely with a group of people, her whole body revealing a heroic temperament.

Shiler threw the newspaper to Strange casually. Strange looked at it and said, "Is this Nova the representative of the miners? Then who are they fighting against?"

Shiler shook his head, reached out to pull the lever. Two more copper coins fell down this time; it seemed this was the guaranteed income for each patient. And this time it was another piece of tattered rag that was thrown down.

"Hello, I am Mr. Raven. Did you save Nova? Or is she already dead? If you can save her, I am willing to provide a reward of 10 copper coins."

"Too late." Shiler said. And it was debridement, treatment of infection, kidney surgery, and dealing with a werewolf, and only gave 10 bucks? Are you sending away a beggar?

"Do you think there is a possibility," Strange said while reading the newspaper, "that what they consider 'cure' is not quite the same as what the two of us consider?"

Shiler turned his head curiously.

"Now is the Middle Ages, or maybe a bit later than the Middle Ages, but in any case, it's not modern. Without a perfect modern medical system, without a formal nursing system, it's fundamentally impossible to treat a seriously injured and dying person until they can jump around and walk on the ground."

"You mean..."

"I think it might be because our requirements are too high." Strange said, "Just like the woman yesterday, maybe we only needed to clean up her wound, use some medicine on her, and it would count as cured. Everything else was completely meddling."

"But the wound on her leg... oh, if it was just simple cleaning, it wouldn't have dragged on until the werewolf virus broke out."

"That's it." Strange snapped his fingers and said, "Treating too thoroughly is completely looking for trouble for yourself. It's better to just mess around, maybe you can even earn some money. It's better than struggling to handle the corpse and not getting any benefits."

Shiler nodded. The key was that destroying the corpse without a trace didn't seem to have any extra benefits either. The fireplace side looked like it had a plot, but it looked like there wouldn't be any substantial return in the short term. Then actually, it was better to just treat them casually to cheat money.

Shiler rubbed his hands and said: "Then for the next patient, we'll use the most direct method to treat, and stuff them back quickly after treating, so that if there's any trouble, it won't fall on us."

"That's right, it can also greatly reduce the probability of failure. Let's start."

Shiler pulled the lever down, and the sound of heavy objects sliding down rang out.

"BANG!" A figure fell onto the operating table.

Looking at that familiar face, Shiler and Strange were shocked and stunned on the spot. Because this time, appearing in front of them was none other than Iron Man Tony Stark.

?? Hey hey!

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