Chapter 3357

Strange hurried to stop Schiller, but Schiller still went around to the other side, looked at the elf and said: "He charged you a gold coin?!"

The elf's consciousness became clearer. He appeared a bit scared, but still nodded and said: "Yes, actually a few days ago it only cost 32 silver coins. But Mr. Wood said, there are too many patients recently, if you want to get treatment, you must pay more."

"How many silver coins does one gold coin equal?"

"35, why? Sir?"

Schiller gasped.

"Then silver coins to copper coins?"

"The same." The elf appeared a bit confused, as if he didn't understand why the doctor asked him this question.

Schiller "bang" punched the operating table: "He only gave us two copper coins for one patient! Two! Nick Fury would have to give him a thumbs up if he came!"

Strange hurried to pat his back to soothe him, and then said: "It's okay. When we find him, we'll chop him up and stuff him into the fireplace; you calm down first."

Schiller took a deep breath and barely calmed down. He sent the elf back to the passage; this time the money that fell out wasn't two copper coins, it became five.

Schiller put the copper coins into the money bag with an icy face, and then said: "Magic Pivot Town urgently needs a revolution, what do you think?"

Strange was already mourning for this guy named Wood, but he thought of another thing, and he said: "It seems that whether we treat patients or not is decided by ourselves. If we don't pull the lever, wouldn't we be able to rest all the time?"

"I'm afraid not. The nurse might come to urge us." Schiller thought for a while and then said, "It's also possible it's not the nurse. The angle of the observation window is limited; although she can see our appearance, she can't see exactly what's on the operating table."

"The inside of the hospital and the triage room are not connected." Strange said, "This is a strange design; both sides can't see each other, and don't know the specific situation inside. This might have been specially designed. But why?"

"Then we won't take jobs." Schiller said as if he were sulking, "Thinking that we worked so hard to treat a patient and only earned more than one gold coin for him, I get angry."

"Fine, then let's rest for a while." Strange didn't care at all, and he said, "There are still many books on the bookshelf that can be read; I think our low treatment success rate is mainly because of insufficient theoretical knowledge..."

Schiller no longer wanted to complain about his optimism regarding his treatment level, walked to the console and started getting busy. And Strange sat on the chair by the fireplace reading a book. The two of them started slacking off blatantly in broad daylight.

Strange would occasionally glance at Schiller's side, but only saw a pile of bottles and jars. He knew Schiller bought many new things from the bear orderly this morning, but he didn't know exactly what they were, because Schiller had always been in charge of the money.

"What are you doing?" Strange asked.

"Poison." Schiller's voice was very cold.

Strange didn't ask anymore.

Time passed bit by bit. Near evening, the metal passage suddenly made a "da-da-da" knocking sound.

Schiller narrowed his eyes in an instant. Strange also stood up; the two said nothing, but understood each other's meaning.

Strange picked up the long iron rod on the tool rack, handed the furnace hook in his hand to Schiller, and the two approached the operating table, one on the left and one on the right.

"Bang!"

Something slammed hard into the metal door. But neither of them acted rashly, nor did they go to pull the lever.

"Bang! Bang-bang!"

"Clang!"

The metal door was directly knocked flying. A wooden head stretched out from inside, followed by a spine made of wood, as flexible as a snake, and over a dozen thin, long arms hanging on both sides of the spine.

This was not a wooden man at all, but a terrifying wooden monster.

But unfortunately, it's impossible for there to be a creature in this room more terrifying than Schiller, who is short of money.

The moment the wooden head poked out, Schiller swung the furnace hook and "bang" hit it, followed by "bang-bang-bang-bang-bang..."

Let's put it this way, Strange concentrated his attention and waited in full battle array, but couldn't find a rhythmic gap to intervene.

Schiller was like he had gone crazy; the furnace hook was swung into afterimages, and in the end, only a "crack" sound was heard; the iron furnace hook, at least as thick as an adult's finger, was directly smashed by him.

The upper half of the furnace hook flew out; Schiller threw away the half in his hand and swung the long-handled pliers next to him to continue smashing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At first, the wooden monster could still struggle a bit. He tried hard to rush out to liberate his arms that were still in the passage, but any part that left the passage would be met with a fierce smashing from Schiller.

Although the thin, long arms looked terrifying, thin also meant the strength wasn't that high; it was clearly a needle used to stab people, a sharp weapon, not a baseball bat. How could it withstand Schiller's smashing?

So the thin, long hands hurried to shrink back. But he shrank his hands back first, and his head was half a step slow, and he was knocked by Schiller "bang-bang." The back of his head was smashed in, and his spine was almost broken, before he barely managed to retract his head.

Schiller stood at the entrance of the metal passage with the pliers, panting heavily.

"So you're the one called Wood?! Pay up!"

Then, without waiting for the person inside to say anything, he walked to the fireplace, picked up a piece of burning red charcoal with the pliers, and directly poked it into the passage. The pliers weren't long enough, so he directly took the iron rod in Strange's hand and stabbed it hard into the passage.

The wooden monster didn't retreat fast enough; the sharp rod should have stabbed directly into his head. Schiller discovered he had stabbed it, so he didn't poke it inside anymore, but started knocking on the iron rod.

Although he didn't know if the wooden man had brains, judging by Schiller's force, no matter what he had in his head, it should have been shaken evenly.

After a long time, feeling there was no movement in the passage, Schiller waved at Strange. The two, one on the left and one on the right, used the iron rod like chopsticks and forcibly clamped the wooden monster out.

The process of dragging it out was quite laborious, because many hands were stuck inside, but in the end, 80% was dragged out.

Schiller looked at the wooden man's long arms, feeling a bit familiar, and then he suddenly recalled the guy who was lifted up and smashed against the door by the nurse before; wasn't he strung with this thing?

At that time, the light was relatively dim, and he couldn't see clearly what had pierced the man. Schiller thought it was an iron chain, but looking closely, it seemed to be this wooden monster's arm.

Schiller immediately understood that if he didn't work for a long time, this wooden monster might rush out from the passage and directly stab you through with its thin, long arms.

That man might have been stabbed to death by the wooden monster, and then picked up by the nurse for waste utilization.

It can be said that if Schiller hadn't asked that elf how much Wood charged, then it would have been quite laborious for the two of them to deal with this monster.

It's also to blame that this monster didn't look like a wooden man anywhere, but the head was the most typical shape of a toy wooden doll. Didn't this just stimulate Schiller?

Strange looked at the wooden monster's corpse, then looked at Schiller, standing in place silently.

"What's that expression? Don't you know I'm a mental patient?" Schiller said with some dissatisfaction.

"But you have once again refreshed my understanding of mental patients." Strange shook his head and said.

"See little, strange much." Schiller evaluated, "After a mental patient gets excited, the muscle limit disappears, so naturally the strength will become a bit bigger."

"Is this just a bit?" Strange picked up the pliers next to him and poked the wooden monster's head; the back of this wooden monster's head had been completely smashed. The key is that the broken place revealed that there was a steel structure inside, which was also smashed and bent together.

Schiller laughed and said: "Then doesn't this prove that when I threatened you with a ballpoint pen, I was showing mercy?"

"That's true." Strange walked over to clean up the remains on the operating table, and then said, "You don't need magic to stab through my head."

Schiller wanted to say something else, but his peripheral vision caught the wound on the wooden man's head, noticing that there seemed to be something inside. He squatted down and pried open the steel bars with the pliers.

"Hey, come over and see this! Good stuff!" Schiller shouted.

Strange walked over again, then looked inside along where Schiller pointed, and discovered that inside was surprisingly a purple crystal core.

Schiller rolled his eyes and said: "The bear orderly calls this thing a puppet crystal. In other words, these things are puppets..."

"Don't be disappointed, if this were the real Wood, wouldn't it be too cheap for him? Maybe Wood is also just a puppet, with someone else behind him."

Schiller nodded, affirming this speculation, and then he remembered and said: "The raven-man before also had a puppet crystal in his body, so he might not be the real Mr. Raven, but just Mr. Raven's puppet."

"Now we've offended everyone." Strange sighed and said.

"Think of happy things, at least this kind of crystal is very valuable." Schiller dug out the crystal in the head and put it into the jar that had the crystal from inside the raven-man before.

"How about we just don't work, trick this wooden man over to kill him, and then take the crystal core to sell for money?"

"Not good, this guy clearly has wisdom; do you think he will fall for the same trick a second time?"

"Also." Schiller sighed with some disappointment and said, "What a pity."

As expected, there was no more movement in the metal passage.

It's estimated that Wood didn't think anyone could survive under the monster. He didn't consider this point when slamming the door; now the metal door was directly knocked flying, and the lever to go out naturally became useless. Schiller and the others didn't know what signal to send even if they wanted to work.

So they could only adopt the most primitive method.

"Hey, buddy! If you're not dead yet, give me a patient!" Schiller bent down and shouted towards the inside of the metal passage. But there was no response from inside for a long time.

Strange guessed what was going on, and he said to Schiller: "Stay away from the hole, otherwise he won't dare to come out."

Schiller curled his lips in dissatisfaction, had to stand a bit further away from the operating table, and then Strange shouted towards the inside of the hole: "That lunatic is gone! Give us a patient!"

As a result, there was still no movement in the metal passage for a long time, and Schiller immediately laughed and said: "It seems he thinks you are also a lunatic."

Strange spread his hands and said: "At least better than you."

The two had to wait until evening. When the nurse came to check the post at night, Schiller leaned against the door and told the nurse everything that happened during the day.

And from the nurse's eyes behind the observation window, it could be clearly seen that she was also encountering this situation for the first time. The look in her eyes revealed confusion; clearly, her CPU had been burned out.

?? Bang!

? (End of chapter)