Chapter 3367: Miraculous Physician (Part 22)

The upgraded operating room became much more spacious, but they didn't rush to receive more patients, intending to rest for a morning first and then speed up in the afternoon.

Strange was debriding the first patient; even if he hadn't slept all night, he wasn't sleepy. There was nothing else to do here, so he might as well treat a patient first.

Wanda went to the inpatient room to rest. Perhaps because she often drank refreshing potions before, she had some resistance. After staying up all night, she still felt a bit sleepy, lay on the hospital bed, and fell asleep immediately.

She entered a dream, but perhaps because she hadn't stayed here long enough, the dream was hazy, as if she was being chased by someone in a pitch-black world.

Schiller was smelting ore in the lounge. He put the ore collected from the patient's corpse into the modified furnace, and the fully automatic bellows controlled by magic blew the flame brighter. Schiller stared at the ore in the fire with glowing eyes.

The three were busy with their own things, and none of them noticed that the text on the paper on the desk had disappeared, but new text had appeared.

"Emergency Doctor Code of Conduct:

1: If you find the eyes of the portrait moving, please immediately grind Bright-Eye Grass and Aconite Root into powder, put them into a small-mouth incense cage, and place it at the bottom of the portrait until the portrait's eyes close and shed tears.

2: If you find the fireplace flame flickering three times, please immediately clear all wood in the fireplace and stay away from the fireplace until the flame returns to stability.

3: If you find the image in the full-length mirror mutating, please immediately hide in the wardrobe and recite the death prayer three times backwards until the image returns to normal.

4: If you find the patient's skin on the hospital bed starting to show signs of dissolution, please immediately drip your own blood onto the patient until the symptoms disappear.

5: If you do not follow the above rules, serious consequences will occur. Please be sure to act cautiously."

Strange, standing in front of the operating table, felt as if something was staring at him; the gaze was like bone-attached gangrene, making his whole body uncomfortable, but he couldn't find the source.

"I shouldn't have drunk that cup of tea," Strange muttered to himself. "Staying up late will make my state poor; fortunately, the patient isn't that difficult..."

A subtle sound, like rubbing the surface of paper, approached him bit by bit. Strange lowered his head and saw dots of blood appearing on the floor between his feet.

Strange was stunned on the spot.

He looked up at the patient on the operating table; the patient's main symptom was skin ulceration, and although there was pus, there was no bleeding.

Strange couldn't help but glance between his own legs and found no abnormality. He breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully bypassed the pool of blood, walked to the other side of the operating table, and continued his work.

But after a short while, he lowered his head and saw blood stains in front of his feet again, which seemed to be spreading from under the operating table.

Now Strange felt something was wrong. He put down the tools in his hand, and just as he raised his head, he saw the eyes of the portrait opposite turn into two blood-colored holes, and blood was gushing out.

Strange was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what was going on and wanted to call someone, but thinking that most of the work yesterday was handled by Wanda, who was probably exhausted, it really wasn't good to wake her up like this.

"Schiller definitely can't be called; when he is addicted to something, he wouldn't hear it even if the sky fell."

Strange chose the simplest way to deal with it.

He first took a rag, threw it on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, wiped the blood in front of him, then walked to the console, took a basin, and placed it under the portrait to catch the blood flowing out of the portrait.

This method was simple, but it was indeed effective. The blood flowing out of the portrait frame was caught and kept churning in the basin, but it couldn't get out. Strange threw two more rags into it, absorbing a lot of blood.

After dealing with it sloppily, Strange went back to treat the patient. He accelerated his speed, and it only took him more than ten minutes to finish the remaining work and stuff the patient back into the channel.

But the portrait of Dr. Forster also accelerated the speed of bleeding; now it could be called a river of blood. The small basin simply couldn't hold so much blood, and most of it flowed out, and the whole room was filled with a rich smell of blood.

Now Strange wasn't considering whether to wake Wanda up; he was considering how to explain to her after she woke up that he had turned the operating room into this in just one hour.

He didn't know how Wanda would react; he only knew that if this were at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, he would be scolded by the head nurse of neurosurgery until next year.

Strange simply wasn't a person who was good at cleaning up. To be precise, surgeons weren't that kind of person. What they were best at was walking away after surgery, leaving a mess for interns and nurses to deal with.

They might even swipe some items in the operating room, making nurses look for them all afternoon. When everyone was in chaos looking for things, they would stand in the crowd like a serial killer observing the police after committing a crime, repeating "I don't know" with a dazed face.

Strange looked at the whole mess in front of him, feeling very helpless, with a sense of wanting to clean up but not knowing where to start.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him. He remembered that the healing manual mentioned a disease called Waterfall Hemorrhage, and the symptom was massive bleeding. And the treatment suggestion given by the treatment manual was to concoct medicinal powder from several herbs and apply it to the affected area for emergency hemostasis.

Although Strange was a surgeon, he wasn't an ordinary surgeon after all, and he still had some impression of pharmacology.

He knew that if this emergency treatment method could stop the bleeding, it meant that the herbal powder contained coagulant ingredients; regardless of the principle, as long as it worked, it was fine.

Strange hurried to the shelf. He didn't have time to carefully identify which herb it was, so he just took a large pile, and put the extra ones on the console next to him.

It just so happened that the new operating room was equipped with an automatic grinder, which looked steam-powered. Strange threw several herbs into it all at once and ground them into powder.

He didn't know how to use the medicinal powder correctly either, so he just sprinkled it wherever there was blood. Fortunately, his speculation was correct; these herbs did have coagulation functions, and soon the blood on the ground coagulated into blood clots.

But Strange soon discovered that the eyes of the portrait were still bleeding constantly. If the source wasn't dealt with, the blood would only increase, and it would be impossible to clean up.

Strange moved the wooden steps placed on the side over, padded them under his feet, and then smeared all the remaining medicinal powder on the eyes of the portrait. Soon the portrait was messed up by him, looking just like it was wearing sunglasses.

This delayed the speed of blood flowing out to a certain extent, but still didn't solve the problem fundamentally.

The constantly flowing blood soon washed away the herbs. And at this time, the blood on the floor also mutated, coagulating into eerie patterns.

Strange had already picked up a mop from the side of the console, wanting to make a final effort. But at this time, he suddenly discovered that the patterns formed by the blood seemed a bit familiar.

Wasn't this the pattern that appeared under the feet of the little girl he played in his dream when she was hung up, looking like a magic circle?

Strange stared at the magic circle for a while, confirming his guess. However, he also knew that if this magic circle was allowed to be drawn, something very bad might happen. So he simply took a bucket of water and splashed it on the ground.

The water washed away part of the blood, slowing down the speed of the magic circle's formation, but other blood was still constantly flowing toward this side.

Strange was completely out of tricks now. He walked to the inpatient room and knocked on the door, and the sound of Wanda getting up came from inside.

Wanda was stunned as soon as she pushed the door open.

There was blood everywhere on the floor; besides liquid blood, there were dark red blood clots that had coagulated, as well as pink bloody water diluted by water. The entire floor was intertwined with dark red and light red, almost unable to see the original color.

Wanda gasped, and Strange stood by without saying a word.

"What's going on?!" Wanda couldn't help but ask. "Where did so much blood come from? What happened to the last patient?"

"Not the patient," Strange pointed to the portrait next to him and said, "That painting started bleeding for some reason."

Wanda looked toward the portrait. She scratched her head, not understanding what was going on, but she didn't intend to get to the bottom of it either. What she needed to do now was to deal with this mess quickly.

Wanda took a deep breath, waved her hand, and the mop flew into her hand. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "This Dr. Forster should also be a famous doctor, right? How could he make the operating room so messy?"

Strange looked elsewhere with a guilty conscience.

Wanda first controlled two brooms to get all the blood clots into the bucket. But because Strange's medicinal powder wasn't sprinkled evenly, some powder remained on the ground, mixed with liquid blood, and stuck completely to the floor.

Wanda placed two buckets under the portrait to catch the blood. She boiled hot water in a pot, diluted it into warm water, splashed it on the floor, and then used a mop and rag to absorb the blood and squeeze it into the bucket.

But soon she was in a dilemma. The blood was flowing out too fast, and the bucket would be full soon. And this blood wasn't ordinary blood; it seemed to have life, and it would desperately churn when put in a container, simply unable to be controlled.

Wanda controlled the bucket to float above the drain, but the blood wouldn't go down no matter what. Some that dripped down actually flew back by itself, simply unable to be dealt with.

Seeing that the buckets were about to be used up, and the blood was about to flow onto the floor again. Just when Wanda was having a headache, Schiller in the lounge heard the movement and walked out.

He was also stunned when he just pushed the door open.

Looking to the left, bucket after bucket was either fresh blood or blood clots. Looking to the right, two pots were boiling, and various herbs were placed on the console next to the pots.

Schiller looked at the two people in shock and said, "You two are eating hot pot and didn't call me?!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3368 =====