Chapter 3374: Miraculous Physician (Part 29)

The effect of this action far exceeded Schiller's expectations. On one hand, Wood was more embarrassed than he thought. This guy was just relatively terrifying in appearance, but actually not that strong. Being able to suppress patients was purely because the patients themselves were very weak. People who almost had no ability to move were of course stabbed one by one.

Another thing was that he himself considered that the wooden man was afraid of fire, so he brought a torch over. But he didn't expect that the fireplace flame could summon a flame monster. This was really God not standing on Wood's side.

After the movement outside subsided, Schiller looked toward the outside along the channel. The channel wasn't completely straight, so basically he couldn't see the situation outside, only hear the sound. He listened to the violent burning outside, but soon there was no movement.

After the room outside returned to calm, faint crying came. It didn't sound like a child's voice, more like the voices of a group of people overlapping together.

He had some guesses.

The background story of this game couldn't be said to be old-fashioned; it should be said to be classic. Their previous guesses about the spiritual world weren't completely wrong, it's just that this might not be a completely spiritual world, but a world influenced by the resentment of a certain existence.

Anyway, it was a long time ago, maybe the Middle Ages of this world, a little girl was persecuted to death by some people—not because she was a witch, maybe because of some other reasons.

Before she died, she might have suffered torture, such as having her teeth and nails pulled out, and her tongue cut off, and finally burned to death.

Her resentment was too strong after she died, turning the whole town into a cursed land. Every certain period of time, various plagues would break out here, and all terrible diseases would descend together, killing all the townspeople.

But the little girl seemed to have her own screening criteria; she would pick out some innocent people and put them into the hospital, letting them avoid this disaster. That's why the hospital was built to be isolated inside and outside, just to prevent the survivors from being impacted by those plague patients.

This disaster might break out every certain period of time, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years. But in short, the town would be emptied every time, and then flourish again, repeating the previous tragedy.

This was a magic world after all; the little girl could become a vengeful spirit, and others naturally could too. Schiller guessed that the big mouth and flame monster that appeared in the fireplace were the vengeful spirits of patients who died in the hospital over the years.

They treated the souls of dead patients as food, hoping that more spiritual bodies could join them, allowing them to gain greater power. At the same time, it might also be worried that the little girl would gain greater power.

Many weird rules in the room were the embodiment of the torture the little girl suffered before she died, such as she might have bled a lot, she didn't have a tongue, she was roasted by flames.

These should all be the content in Strange's dream. But Schiller couldn't figure out what was going on with the little boy who met Dr. Forster he saw.

Schiller guessed that this Dr. Forster might be a survivor of one of the disasters, just like the encounter Schiller and the others were having now. It's just that he made some different choices.

After the crying outside also subsided, Schiller drilled out along the channel again. The room outside had completely changed its appearance, leaving only four pitch-black walls. Everything was burned to ashes, including Wood, the corpses of patients, and all furniture.

"This is not bad either," Schiller said in a low voice, "Looks more pleasing to the eye."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he walked to the counter before. The counter was wooden and completely burned down, and the glass should have been melted. But at the same time, there should be some metal that was melted.

Schiller searched in the residue of the ashes and soon found what he wanted—the coins Wood didn't have time to transfer.

The coins seemed to be protected by some kind of magic; except for being smoked black, there wasn't much deformation. After Schiller cleaned up all the ashes, he counted the coins he got, and there were actually an astonishing one hundred gold coins and two hundred silver coins.

"Got rich, got rich!" Schiller took out a money bag and stuffed all the coins into it, but it couldn't fit at all. So he stuffed all the remaining money into the pipe of his operating room. Looking up, he saw the big raven flying in through the window.

From that pitch-black bird face, one could see infinite confusion, as if saying: "Who am I, where am I, what did I come here for?"

Schiller, however, put away the money bag vigilantly and narrowed his eyes to look at the raven. The raven also looked at him, and the two stared at each other wide-eyed for a long time. Finally, the raven couldn't help but say: "What happened here? Where is Wood?"

"Accidental horrific fire, tried my best but couldn't win," Schiller said solemnly, "Poor Wood died in the line of duty, didn't even leave a crystal."

"Fire?!" the raven said incredulously, "How could there be a fire here?!"

"Seems like a certain not-so-rigorous operating room caused the patient's clothes to catch fire, and Wood didn't see it when sending it out. The flames spread to the floor, and everything was burned."

Schiller was just making up a reason, and he didn't expect the raven to believe it either. But he didn't expect the raven to fall into deep thought.

"Are they really getting stronger?" the raven muttered softly.

Schiller didn't pick up his topic, just said to himself: "Wood brother has been burned away, and this place has been messed up, what do you plan to do?"

"Don't worry, the hospital has the ability to self-repair. However, Wood really has no way to return to his post in a short time, can only be replaced by me..."

He just said this, and saw Schiller's gloomy gaze. The raven's eyes fell on his hand. The pliers Schiller was holding still had some wood chips stuck to them.

The raven seemed to understand something. He flapped his wings and moved back a few steps, he said, "It's useless for you to do this, soon new puppets will be sent from Westchester..."

"Then there will soon be a new horrific fire that cannot be won." Schiller looked at the raven and said.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the raven said helplessly: "Why must you do this?"

"Then what do you think I should do? Trembling and hiding in the shelter you provide, being grateful to you, and then using labor to repay your kindness? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"You are of course not." A voice came from behind. Schiller turned his head and saw a familiar figure—it was another himself.

"Arrogance?!" Although there were many other himself, Schiller still recognized Arrogance for the first time. His demeanor and tone were too familiar.

The raven was clearly even more confused. He looked at the two almost identical people and said: "Are you twins?"

"This is not important." Arrogance tidied up the cross on his robe, looked at Schiller and said, "Split the meeting in half."

"Impossible." Schiller refused flatly, covered his money bag tightly, and said, "This is money I worked hard to earn."

"Otherwise, I'll let the main universe Batman talk to you?"

"Hiss..." Schiller gasped and said, "You really teamed up with him?!"

Schiller took out a gold coin from the money bag with some heartache and handed it to Arrogance, then said: "That's all, no more."

Arrogance picked up the gold coin and put it in his robe pocket, then stretched out his hand again and said: "Give me a few more silver coins."

"Don't go too far! You didn't do any work at all, now you run over and want to split the money, no way!"

"We need silver to make things." Arrogance said.

"Then I'll exchange this gold coin of yours for silver coins." Without waiting for Arrogance's consent, Schiller directly took the gold coin out of Arrogance's pocket, put it back into his money bag, and counted 35 silver coins.

"Exchange rate difference plus handling fee." Schiller said while deducting 5 silver coins, and handed the remaining 30 to Arrogance.

Arrogance wasn't surprised at all. He put the money in his pocket and looked at the raven and said: "See you again, Mr. Raven."

"I haven't seen you, right?" The raven moved back two steps again, and then he seemed to remember something, looking at Arrogance in horror and saying: "Are you the doctor who fed me poison?!"

Arrogance smiled and nodded and said: "That wasn't poison, just potion used for entering dreams. After all, in order to save the soul of the innocent little girl in the dream, we need this kind of potion. And since you are also willing to save her, making a contribution to testing the medicine is what you should do."

All the raven's words were choked back. Schiller remembered that the bird-headed raven man seemed to be unconscious when he was sent over; could it be that he was drugged by the dream-entry potion made by Arrogance and them?

Seems like there really is such a possibility. After all, the wooden man and the bird-man both had problems. He could think of a way to solve the wooden man, so it wasn't strange for the combination of Arrogance and main universe Batman to solve a bird-man.

To some extent, these two groups of people were also in sync, and didn't intend to sit and wait for death at all. The main idea was to catch whoever they could and harm them.

The raven man was relatively unfortunate, went to the ward to promote the plot and was arrested by Batman directly, was fed dream-entry potion, and didn't wake up when sent out. Wood might have thought it wasn't cured yet and sent him to his side again. Can only say he planted it not unjustly.

Then if Seeing Natasha was also in Arrogance's ward, it might be the same situation as Wanda, both were latecomers.

Known that Seeing Natasha's partner was Arkham Batman, it was only a matter of time before finding here. Thinking of this point, Schiller's look at the raven was a bit sympathetic.

Seriously, the villains in this game world added together might not be as ruthless as Arkham Batman. Someone is about to be unlucky.

"Ahem." Schiller cleared his throat and said, "I express deep regret for the fire that occurred. But out of a doctor's duty, I cannot watch my patients wait for too long."

"Even if Mr. Wood's puppets will be sent soon, the time delayed in between might also lead to the passing of several precious lives. I absolutely cannot sit and wait for death."

"I propose that while Mr. Wood is not here, I will serve as the triage person for a period of time. I guarantee to serve the patients well, and together with my colleagues, create brilliance for our hospital again!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3375 =====