Chapter 3375: Miraculous Physician (Part 30)

If you didn't listen to the clinking of the money bag in Schiller's arms, his words were still quite sincere. And if you look at the pliers in his hand, these words were moving.

Looking at the two almost identical men in front of him, the raven recalled a series of his recent encounters and felt that the hospital indeed needed a more conscientious front desk.

Wood was his old partner, but as the saying goes, the old doesn't go, the new doesn't come.

"Fine," the raven said, "But I cannot interfere with the will of the hospital; you must let it recognize you."

"How to let it recognize me?"

The raven paused and said quite meaningfully: "Since you have already guessed something, then act according to your guess. In general, work hard."

After saying that, he flew away in a hurry. He flew too fast and didn't care about dropping two feathers. It could be seen how much he wanted to stay away from these two people.

The two Schillers looked at each other. Schiller took the lead and said: "Do you think Wood can come back?"

"What do you think?"

"As far as I know, Westchester isn't very close to here," Schiller touched his chin and said, "The journey is

"Our esteemed nurse lady feels the same way," Pride said with a nod. "You will see her very soon."

Pride followed the corridor back to his operating room. Shiler waited in the triage room. Not long after, the triage room's shutter also came down, and the windows were covered by an unknown black shadow. After a period of total darkness, the furniture returned to normal.

If it weren't for the fact that the bear orderly didn't accept furniture, Shiler would have had another path to riches.

Shiler walked to the counter behind the glass window and sat down. He looked at the drawers under the desk; one was clearly for money, but Shiler didn't put the money inside, choosing instead to keep it on himself.

After a while, a red-haired figure jumped out from the pipe. Shiler looked up and saw Natasha's beautiful face.

"Long time no see, lady, you are still as radiant as ever." Shiler walked out from behind the counter and hugged Natasha. They had indeed not seen each other for a while. Perhaps because she had been resting well recently, Natasha's good complexion made her look even more beautiful.

The female agent smiled and said, "You're not bad yourself. I heard from Pride that you earned a bag of money, but were only willing to give him 30 silver coins."

"That was already a lot, okay? He didn't do anything and still wanted a share of my money..."

"I mean, I'm surprised you were even willing to give him 30. How many are you willing to give me?"

"At least one gold coin, lady," Shiler said, pulling out the chair next to him for Natasha. "For your beauty and strength."

"Alright, let's not talk about that. You actually took out this receptionist; you really are my good doctor." Natasha gave Shiler a thumbs up. Shiler smiled.

"But I also heard from the other you that the one you took out was just a puppet, and they will send a new one. We can't let them have it too easy, right?"

"Of course. May I ask, are you a witch?"

"You should have already guessed," Natasha looked at Greed with some helplessness. "You knew I was brewing the dream-entry potion and still bought up all the sulfur; we almost had an accident."

"Uh..."

"But why did you buy so much sulfur?" Natasha asked with some confusion. "Since you could guess we were brewing the dream-entry potion, you should have known it was me. Why did you have to target me?"

Shiler sat down next to her, crossed one leg, rested his hands on his knees, and said, "Since you are a Soviet female agent, I assumed you have a decent level of chemistry knowledge. Do you know what sulfur can be used to produce?"

"Produce... it wouldn't be sulfuric acid, would it?"

As Natasha tilted her head to look at Shiler, Shiler also happened to turn his head to look at her, his face calm, his expression innocent, and he nodded.

The female agent let out a long sigh and said, "I knew it."

"You didn't use this method before to... uh... clean up after your college entertainment activities, did you?"

Shiler clearly liked Natasha's phrasing, but he still shook his head and said, "No, that's a bit too primitive. Modern society has better options."

"I won't ask what those are," Natasha stood up and said. "I will be responsible for intercepting the team from Westchester and try to give them some trouble. But they might still come, and at that point, it will be up to you all to solve it."

"Are you going to rendezvous with Batman?" Shiler was referring to the Arkham Batman.

"Yes. He is a bounty hunter investigating the truth behind the plague outbreak in this town. He should already have some clues; I am going to exchange information with him."

"Very well, lady, have a safe journey."

After seeing Natasha off, Shiler reopened the triage room door. A number of patients had already gathered outside. Seeing a strange face, they froze for a moment.

"Alright, friends. Wood is busy, so I'm filling in. Everyone come in with me."

Among the crowd, Shiler saw a familiar figure. He called out his name: "Jarvis?"

The young man with a mechanical leg and arm nodded but didn't say much, clearly not wanting to expose his identity.

"Alright, everyone come over and line up." Shiler walked into the counter and said to them through the glass, "No pushing, no cutting in line. Come over one by one and state your symptoms. I will give you a number. When your number is called, go wait in front of the pipe. Enter whichever pipe mouth lights up."

Shiler had already discovered a set of operating equipment inside the counter, and only then realized that the triage clerk outside had no way to control the opening and closing of the pipes. Otherwise, Wood wouldn't have been unable to stop him.

The pipes that have treatment needs will light up, which means the doctor inside has pulled the lever to call for a patient. The triage clerk can verbally direct patients to which pipe, but can also let them choose for themselves.

Wood was clearly capable of directing them. Shiler didn't want to be that tired, so he decided to pick the less serious patients himself, and distribute those with special symptoms.

On the file shelf next to him were the doctors' profiles. The doctors' faces were all blurred, but it was written which operating room they were in, what surgeries they excelled at, and what their success rates were.

Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Shiler still successfully found himself, Strange, and Batman among them.

Then he discovered that he and Strange were not even the most outrageous quacks in this hospital. If we're talking outrageous, it had to be Pride and Batman.

"Their fucking cure rate is zero! It's zero!"

Even if they hadn't upgraded their operating rooms and didn't have the lowest cure requirements, after so many days, they should have at least cured eight or ten. Not a single one came out alive!

And it wasn't just them; the other operating rooms weren't necessarily much better. The cure rates basically hovered around one-tenth. Truly, there is always someone stronger than the strong.

Shiler no longer felt that Strange was too optimistic about his own skills; he felt that he himself was too pessimistic. The two of them were simply peerless divine doctors!

No wonder so many were treated to death and no one came looking for them; it turns out that in this hospital, the strong are as common as dogs, and experts are everywhere.

Then he remembered the sentence Raven said: "They are getting stronger." Shiler really couldn't help but think: "With your shitty medical system, wouldn't that fireplace be stuffed to death?"

"Do you have no idea why the victim's evil spirit collective is getting stronger?"

But thinking about it, if there were no other players among the other doctors, the probability of them happening to be doctors was too low. This is what happens when you let ordinary people treat illnesses. It's just that there's no Baidu in this era; if there were, they wouldn't even be able to cure one-tenth.

After complaining in his heart, Shiler began to focus on his work. He really didn't intend to kill everyone, but rather analyzed the conditions seriously and arranged the doctors.

It really wasn't because he was kind; it was mainly because he had already seen that whether it was the little girl's evil spirit or the victim's evil spirit collective, neither was clearly anything good.

The little girl who was persecuted back then was indeed quite miserable, but after becoming an evil spirit, it's hard to say how much similarity she still had to a human. Most were just an evil obsession.

And the evil spirit collective also deserved it. Although the evil deeds might have been done by their ancestors and they didn't know, this is a magic world. Knowing that there might be evil spirits produced, they still went to persecute someone; having such stupid ancestors, the descendants not surviving can be considered natural selection.

In summary, Shiler had no intention of helping either side. He knew that although Pride said he wanted to save the little girl, he was just saying it. The two of them were the ones who fed the fireplace the most.

So the best method currently is to balance the power of the little girl and the victims, keeping them in a tug-of-war so neither can gain the upper hand, and the hospital can naturally remain calm.

This will buy time for their group to develop. Batman's side must have already started climbing the tech tree, and Iron Man's side won't be any worse. Once they develop, the gun will be in their hands. At that point, how the plot goes won't be up to the evil spirits to decide.

Shiler sat behind the counter, watching a woman with a huge black tentacle embedded in her head walk over.

"Eyeball giant tentacle syndrome." After a glance, Shiler picked up the paper next to him and scribbled a few sentences; fearing other doctors wouldn't understand, he wrote in Latin. After handing it to the woman, he told her to wait to the side.

Immediately after, a half-dragon man whose head had turned into a green crystal and whose body was covered in scales walked over. Shiler looked up at him, then beckoned to him, signaling him to come closer.

"It should be a variant of ore disease... but it's hard to be certain, you wait for a while." Shiler told him to go to the other side.

Just at this moment, a group of people rushed in in a panic. They were carrying a makeshift stretcher with a person lying on it.

"Make way, make way, emergency!"

Shiler looked up and discovered that this group of people was actually wearing police uniforms. The ordinary people nearby didn't dare to provoke them. Shiler quickly stood up from the counter and looked at the patient on the stretcher.

The person lying on the stretcher could no longer be called a person; it should be said to be a stone sculpture. Shiler knew what was going on at a glance.

He reached out to wave away the crowd, walked to a corridor, and shouted to the other end: "I am the new triage clerk, emergency here! Patient has early-stage petrified ore disease, vital signs stable, respiratory rate occasionally abnormal, prepare to receive!"

Wanda, on the other end of the corridor, just wanted to respond, but Strange covered her mouth with quick reflexes and shouted toward the corridor: "No beds left! Send them next door!"

Strange let go, Wanda turned to look at him with some confusion, and Strange said: "In the future, when you go to the hospital for an internship, you must remember one thing—the only difference between an emergency room and a liar is that a liar occasionally still tells a few truths!"

?? Haha, it really is Pride

? (End of chapter)