Chapter 3369: Miraculous Physician (Part 24)

At night, the three who successfully completed today's tasks were busy with their own things again. Schiller was pinching molds next to the console, Strange and Wanda first cleaned up the operating table, cleaned up the residual blood stains on the ground, and then went to clean up the portrait, took away the beaker that was full, and replaced it with an empty one.

Wanda went to deal with the herbs. She stirred the pot and said, "I think there is room for improvement in today's soup base. What do you think about adding acetic acid grass directly?"

"I don't think there's a problem," Strange nodded and said, "Can also add some salt, or put some aromatic herbs to relieve greasiness."

Wanda seemed to have a new idea, and she began to flip through the magic book, throwing herbs into the pot from time to time, making the whole room filled with the fragrance of hot pot soup base.

Strange was reading a book again, but after a while, he felt a bit sleepy. At this time, he remembered the new things he saw in his dream and said, "They cut the girl's arm and let out a lot of blood, seemingly wanting to use the blood to do something."

Schiller also remembered his experience in the dream and repeated what he saw. Wanda said incredulously, "You mean you saw Dr. Forster? But isn't he the role model for all doctors? Could he be a bad person?"

"This is already very obvious," Schiller sighed and said, "The Forster I saw in the dream was younger. Clearly, he obtained his later reputation by relying on some evil experiments."

"You mentioned that he also drew your blood, Strange," Schiller put down the book, looked at Strange and said, "Could there be anything in common?"

"I can be sure that the era I am in is definitely not the Middle Ages," Schiller said, "I saw suit cuffs; it should be around the 17th or 18th century."

"I didn't find significant era characteristics, but I feel my era might be earlier," Strange said, "The dress and appearance of that group of people look a bit like medieval villagers."

"In other words, the boy and the girl are not from the same era," Wanda summarized, "But they received similar treatment."

"Exactly so," Schiller thought for a while and said, "After the operating room was upgraded, there were more books. Perhaps we can find some clues from them."

"Then you look for them first," Strange stood up and said, "I'm a bit tired, going to sleep for a while."

He returned to the lounge. Passing by the full-length mirror, he vaguely saw the image in the mirror distort, and two more arms seemed to grow behind his back.

But Strange only thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and didn't care. When he lay on the bed, he only felt the mirror flash with light, as if something was swaying inside.

Strange turned over, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. But perhaps because he slept too frequently, he didn't dream this time.

And in the darkness of the lounge, a hand slowly stretched out from the mirror, followed by an arm, half a body, and then a complete person.

A naked man almost identical to Strange walked out of the mirror. He walked barefoot to the wardrobe, took out a robe from inside and put it on, and wore a cross and glasses. Except for the slightly dull skin color, he was indistinguishable from Strange.

The wide robe covered the two extra arms behind his back well. He slowly opened the lounge door like this and came to the operating room.

The operating room wasn't peaceful either. Schiller had been pinching molds there for a long time, and only when he looked up did he remember that the report hadn't been written today. He gasped, put down the clay in his hand, ran to the console, picked up paper and pen, and began to write furiously.

He wrote while scolding: "It's as if there is only one doctor here; Shi Difen doesn't care about anything after surgery; surgeons are all like this..."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw someone push the door and walk out of the lounge. Schiller immediately cleared his throat and said, "You still have a bit of conscience. Stop talking nonsense; the nurse will be here in an hour; hurry up and write."

Schiller pointed to the position next to him, pushed half of the paper he wrote over, and threw a pen over.

Seeing Strange not moving, Schiller said without raising his head, "I don't necessarily need your help, but it is indeed late today. I definitely can't finish writing alone. You don't want the nurse to rush in, right?"

Not hearing Strange answer, Schiller looked over curiously. He saw Strange reveal a weird smile at him, and then slowly stretched out two other arms from behind.

This should have been a very horrific scene, but Schiller's first reaction was: "Holy crap, did God give you another pair of hands?!"

Then he reacted that this didn't seem to be the real Strange. He stood up from the chair immediately. The other party might have thought he was going to attack and assumed a fighting stance.

Schiller just gave up the chair, then pointed to the chair and said, "Since you have four hands, I suppose writing reports at double speed is a piece of cake for you. This job is yours; come quickly."

Wanda, who was washing the pot, turned her head and saw the four-armed Strange, and was startled. She hurried over and said to the fake Strange, "Who are you?! Where did you put the real Shi Difen?"

"Hey, don't be so nervous, lady; we don't need the real Shi Difen anymore; this guy has two pairs of God's hands," Schiller's eyes lit up and said, "He can operate on two surgeries at the same time, and can also write reports for two people at the same time. Simply a perfect doctor."

"Really?" Wanda was a bit skeptical. She said, "Will this guy really help us work? Why do I feel he seems a bit fierce?"

"He better be able to help us work," Schiller narrowed his eyes and said, "Otherwise he is the culprit for me not finishing the report. Let him apologize to the nurse himself."

As soon as the words fell, Schiller picked up a piece of hardened clay without warning and smashed it toward the fake Strange's face. With a bang, the other party was smashed backward. Wanda followed immediately, and the pot in her hand smashed straight into his chest, smashing him to the ground.

Strange was awakened by the movement and was also startled when he saw the person lying on the ground. Schiller tied the person up directly with a rope and threw him out of the door before the nurse came.

Soon, the nurse's footsteps got closer and closer. Wanda opened the door a small crack and controlled the rope with magic to untie it.

Immediately, screams and roars came from outside the door, followed by clatter-bang...

Schiller shouted toward the observation window: "Sorry, lady, today's report wasn't finished. But there is a reason for this..."

After a while, the nurse's blood-covered eyes suddenly appeared on the observation window. Just as she wanted to say something, the door was slammed open with a bang.

The nurse who was leaning against the door looking inside was knocked to the ground directly, and then a hard thing smashed onto her body with a bang. When she stood up again, she found a full-length mirror lying next to her.

"Gift for you, lady, no need to thank me."

After saying that, Schiller slammed the door shut with a bang.

Wanda, who witnessed all this, said, "She will definitely want to kill you, definitely."

"Won't be more wanting to kill me than when she knew I didn't finish the report," Schiller spread his hands and said, "Even if it's just in this game world, there are plenty of people who want to kill me. Let her go to the back of the line."

Sure enough, crazy screams came from the corridor, and the nurse began to slam the door frantically. But at this time, the full-length mirror lying on the side exerted its power.

When Schiller threw it out, the mirror side happened to be facing the nurse, reflecting her figure. The image in the mirror began to mutate. And when the nurse began to slam the door, a pale arm stretched out from the mirror and grabbed the nurse's ankle.

The nurse was stunned when she looked back; another self was crawling out of the mirror, and this fake self had two heads.

It just so happened that Schiller was still leaning against the observation window watching the fun. He said gloatingly, "I think this lady will be more competent because she will have an extra mouth to scold those doctors who can't finish their reports. Do you want to consider giving up your position to her?"

The nurse clearly wasn't in the mood to listen to him; the real and fake nurses fought together and chased further and further in the corridor.

After confirming that the nurse had left, Schiller opened the door to pick up the mirror and took a look at the fake Strange's corpse by the way. He found that there was no tongue in the corpse's mouth; it wasn't that it didn't grow, but it was cut off from the root by someone.

Schiller had some guesses in his heart, but Wanda looked at the mirror with some worry and said, "This thing seems to be able to clone people. Do we really want to put it in the room?"

"Of course, it can come in handy at critical moments," Schiller smiled, clearly having an idea.

After nightfall, the hospital quieted down, and it seemed that nothing would be active at night. After the mirror caused such a fuss, Strange couldn't sleep either. Schiller was thinking about the content of the dream and didn't choose to sleep. Wanda hadn't slept before and wasn't sleepy, so the few of them started staying up late again.

They thought this night would pass peacefully again, but just before dawn, there was some movement on the window. A large raven with shiny feathers landed on the window frame, grooming its feathers and looking up at these people from time to time.

Schiller walked to the bottom of the window and looked straight at the raven, and the raven also looked at him. The man and the bird stared at each other wide-eyed.

"I have the habit of eating breakfast," Schiller suddenly said, "How about roast chicken?"

Wanda put down the pillowcase she was folding, walked over too, looked up at the raven and said, "Do you want me to hit it down?"

"No, little girl. You can't attack me," the raven opened its mouth and said.

"There is roast chicken talking," Schiller still looked up and stared at the raven.

Wanda didn't hesitate either, the stirring rod in her hand flew out with a swoosh, but it stopped at a distance of ten centimeters from the raven.

"Stop your little tricks, witch. You can't hurt me," the raven said with some disdain.

The stirring rod fell with a clatter. Schiller raised one eyebrow and said to Wanda, "I think birds should also pay attention to their appearance. Lady, what do you think?"

Wanda waved her hand again, and the lounge door opened. The mirror flew over with a swoosh and aimed directly at the raven.

However, what appeared in the mirror wasn't a bird, but a humanoid creature with a raven head, exactly the same as the bird-man before.

"Take that cursed item away!" the raven roared.

Just at this time, the bell for work rang, and the two dispersed listlessly, putting on gloves to prepare for work. No one went to pay attention to that raven anymore.

Strange pulled the lever, and a figure fell out of the channel. The raven standing on the window frame just wanted to say something, but heard the three of them let out a gasp at the same time.

Stark on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes—neither Schiller nor Strange were wearing masks.

?? Second time in the palace

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