Chapter 3366: Miraculous Physician (Part 21)

Looking at the furnace Schiller piled up, Strange couldn't help but say, "It's really a loss for this game to let you play for free."

About half an hour ago, Schiller unpacked all the boxes, sorted the materials, and then, in cooperation with Wanda, dismantled the original fireplace.

The structure of the fireplace was: fire below, and a long flue above. The smoke produced by burning wood could be discharged outside the house through the flue.

And as everyone knows, the most primitive method of refining minerals is by fire. But there is also a knack to fire burning. Without modern machine tools, the most efficient method is a primitive blast furnace.

The so-called primitive blast furnace is actually piling up a very tall chimney. The specific principle doesn't need to be detailed; anyway, the appearance looks similar to a fireplace, and this fireplace can be used after slight modifications.

Because the ward is relatively old, it uses that relatively old brick-built fireplace, which is actually very easy to dismantle. Basically, after knocking a few bricks loose, the others are nothing to worry about.

The two cooperated to knock the outside of the fireplace to pieces, and Schiller used the materials he bought to change it into a slightly crude primitive blast furnace.

But in fact, the appearance doesn't matter. The most important factor in blast furnace iron smelting is temperature. As long as the temperature meets the standard and the purity of the ore put in is sufficient, metal can be smelted.

In fact, Schiller suspected that even without making a blast furnace, the temperature of this flame should be able to directly smelt metal. He made such a big fuss mainly to warn the monster behind the fireplace wall: our operating room is about to start the first industrial revolution; if you are sensible, keep quiet, otherwise you will be finished.

After getting it almost done, Schiller built a bellows next to it, and Wanda directly set up an automatic pressing magic to blow the flame in the fireplace even more vigorously.

The iron smelting equipment was ready, and the next thing to solve was naturally the raw materials. But very coincidentally, there is a disease in this world called Ore Disease; in short, it means ore will grow on various parts of the body.

The types of ore are not fixed; some are crystals, but some are metal ores. Schiller encountered both types of Ore Disease patients. Among them, the metal ore on the Ore Disease patients who grew metal ore was a metal similar to brass, which is the raw material for test tubes and some tools in the laboratory.

Schiller had tested it before; the brass in this world has high strength, and the brass metal pliers can knock a person's skull like knocking a watermelon. The test tubes are also durable and corrosion-resistant.

Schiller kept the ore seeds, which are some small ore clusters growing in the patient's body, which can be called the pathogen of Ore Disease. And the warm internal organs of carbon-based organisms are their best growth environment.

The evolution speed of acute Ore Disease is very fast; within 12 hours, the patient will die due to systemic mineralization. When they die, they will be covered with ore clusters.

It's just because there is magic in this world, and mining ore underground is too simple, so no one went to set up a carbon-based organism ore farm.

And because Schiller was trapped here, he could only adopt this method. Although the efficiency is not high, this is Schiller's favorite no-cost business.

Strange had no opinion on this; anyway, these patients would die sooner or later. Wanda had some slight objections, but only because she didn't want so many people to die on her first day of work.

And Schiller assured her that he would only use patients who really couldn't be saved as culture dishes for the ore. But in fact, it was also because the earlier the patient died, the earlier the mineralization would be completed, so the efficiency would be higher.

The lunch break ended, and the three of them started working again. Strange was busy saving people, Schiller was busy killing people, and Wanda was busy cleaning tools, concocting potions, maintaining hygiene, and comforting patients...

It can only be said that in the Battleworld, every player has their own things to do.

Near evening, they had fruitful results. They received 11 patients this afternoon, successfully saved 8, and the three who died all became containers for Schiller to cultivate ore.

Because they needed to cultivate ore, the corpses couldn't be disposed of. Although the temperature in the room wasn't high, the parts of the corpses that hadn't mineralized were still gradually rotting. Before Strange and Wanda could have objections, Schiller himself couldn't stand it anymore.

The smell and such were fine; the key was that it took up too much space. The operating room wasn't big to begin with, and with three corpses placed there, it could almost be said there was no place to step. Expanding the operating room was imminent.

Although Schiller knew that the normal flow of this game should be to expand the operating room to be larger in order to treat more patients. His current goal couldn't be said to be consistent, but could only be said to be diametrically opposite.

But don't worry about the reason for the game flow promotion; just say whether it was promoted or not.

After the evening bell rang, Schiller stopped the nurse who came to check, handed her the completed report, and then feigned dissatisfaction, saying, "What's wrong with the triage person? Why do they always send us those difficult patients?"

"You offended Wood," the nurse said. "I warned you, don't listen to the crazy talk of those patients..."

"It's not that we offended him, but that he insisted on offending us," Schiller said relentlessly. "Didn't we just rest for a few more minutes? He sent a monster to kill us. I just hammered that guy's head a few times; I've already given him face..."

The nurse seemed to have never seen such an arrogant person and was speechless for a moment. Schiller seized the time and said, "Fine, I don't want to argue with him either. But he sent so many difficult patients over, our operating table is simply not enough. What should we do?"

"Do you want a larger operating room?"

"No, we want this one. But we have to think of a way to put a few more operating tables here. Otherwise, how can we work?"

Through several communications with the nurse, Schiller had already discovered that this nurse was relatively conscientious. Although the style was a bit terrifying, as long as it could make the hospital run better, she was still willing to help.

"I will notify them to expand it for you," the nurse said. "But I must remind you, after having an advanced operating room, you must cure a certain number of patients every day, and there will be new rules. Otherwise, the one coming to find you won't be that waste Wood..."

"Rest assured," Schiller nodded and said, "Everything is for the sake of curing diseases and saving people."

After the nurse left, the three prepared to take a nap. They wanted to see if outsiders could enter the dream.

As a result, the effect of the refreshing tea Wanda concocted was too good. The three of them stared wide-eyed until dawn, simply unable to sleep.

Schiller sighed and said, "Now there's no need to use the props provided by the fireplace to delay the plot; just don't sleep."

"Didn't you notice the light in the room is dimmer?" Strange said. "There is a penalty for not sleeping; it's best not to do this often."

Just at this time, the light in the room flickered a few times. Wanda retreated in horror, and Schiller reached out to support her, signaling her to stay calm.

With a "crackle," the light bulbs and candles went out one after another, and the ward instantly became pitch black.

None of the three moved, waiting quietly in the darkness. After about tens of seconds, the operating room lit up again.

This time it was very different.

The area of the entire operating room was expanded to twice the original size. Against the wall directly opposite the door, six operating tables were neatly arranged, along with four simple stretcher beds hanging on the wall, and an extra door appeared on both the left and right sides.

At the same time, the decoration style of the room also changed; it didn't look much like the style of a medieval plague doctor anymore. The era had clearly advanced quite a bit, reaching about the 16th or 17th century.

The operating console, equipment console, and shelves holding bottles and jars opposite the operating table all became metal, and the original parchment became normal paper, just a bit yellowed. At the same time, some more advanced medical equipment appeared.

The three walked toward the door on the right. After pushing the door open, they found it was a lounge, with a bunk bed and a recliner. There were also wardrobes and full-length mirrors.

The blast furnace transformed from the fireplace hadn't been restored, which made Schiller breathe a sigh of relief.

When the door on the left was pushed open, there were a few more hospital beds inside, and simple infusion stands were placed next to them. This looked like an inpatient department, which should be used to house those patients who couldn't be treated temporarily.

All three were very satisfied with the results of the upgrade. Now work could finally be zoned, and the three could take turns resting without disturbing each other.

Schiller found new paper on the desk in the lounge, which was still filled with Latin. This should be the new rules the nurse mentioned.

He read it slightly and found that the requirements for attire had changed. Although it still required wearing dark robes, there was no need to wear bird-beak masks anymore, but instead, glasses and crosses had to be worn, which also conformed to the characteristic of doctors and clergy being highly bound in this era.

At the same time, the rules also required doctors to recite a prayer after a patient died to help their soul go to heaven. If not recited, the consequences would be at one's own risk.

Also, a number appeared on the clock hanging in the center of the wall. This seemed to be the number of patients they had to cure every day. However, this number was currently stuck at 5.

Schiller laughed when he saw this number. This was a bit of looking down on the Hand of God. Yesterday they cured at least twice this number. As long as they didn't care about how many died, they were the most powerful miraculous physicians in the world.

In addition, a channel appeared above the console. After Schiller opened the door of the channel, he found that glass bottles and test tubes could be used here. Although there seemed to be a limit on the quantity, it was much more than before, which seemed to be one of the upgrade benefits.

Also, on the wall with the door on the right, a huge portrait was hung. It was a man dressed as a priest. In the lower right corner of the portrait, a line of small characters was written: "May there be no more pain in this world—Dr. Forster."

"It seems this is the Hippocrates of their world," Schiller said. "Just don't know when Nightingale will appear."

Wanda just wanted to say something, but suddenly took a step back. Strange saw her abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wanda pointed to the portrait and said, "Just now his eyes seemed to move."

"What?"

Schiller and Strange both leaned over to look, but didn't find anything different. Wanda was also a bit suspicious; she said, "Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, a side effect of the refreshing potion."

"You can go sleep for a while, lady. I mean, go sleep over there," Schiller pointed to the left, which was the direction of the inpatient department.

Then he rubbed his hands and said, "The ore has grown; I'm going to the lounge to smelt metal. If everything goes well, we will soon have guns."

?? This dungeon is a medical light comedy, relatively daily.

? The next dungeon is to go to another universe. I'm thinking about Old Man Logan or Speed Bullet; Secret Identity is also good. Absolute Universe, update faster, I also want to write, and Red Son... If this continues, when will I ever finish!!!

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