mtl008 Chapter 3380 Miraculous Doctor (24)
Chapter 3380 Miraculous Doctor (24)
Chapter 3380 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-four)
At night, the three who had successfully completed today's task were busy with their own things. Schiller was making molds beside the operating table, while Strange and Wanda first cleaned up the operating table and cleaned up the blood stains on the floor, then cleaned up the portrait, took away the full flask and replaced it with an empty one.
Wanda went to work on the herbs. As she stirred the pot, she said, "I think today's base could use some improvement. What do you think of adding acetosporum directly?"
"I think it's fine." Strange nodded and said, "You can add some salt or some aromatic herbs to relieve the greasiness."
Wanda seemed to have a new idea. She began to flip through the magic book again, throwing herbs into the pot from time to time, filling the house with the aroma of hot pot base.
Strange was reading again, but soon he felt sleepy. It was then that he remembered the new things he had seen in his dream. He said, "They cut open the girl's arm and let out a lot of blood. It seemed that they wanted to do something with the blood."
Schiller also remembered his experience in the dream, and he repeated what he saw. Wanda said in disbelief: "You mean you saw Dr. Foster? But isn't he the role model for all doctors? Is he a bad person?"
"It's obvious," Schiller sighed. "The Forster I saw in my dream was younger. It's obvious that he gained his later fame through some evil experiments."
"You mentioned that he also drew your blood, Strange." Schiller put down the book and looked at Strange. "Is there any commonality?"
"I can be sure that I am not in the Middle Ages," Schiller said. "I saw the cuffs of the suits, which should be around the 17th or 18th century."
"I didn't find any obvious signs of the time period, but I think my time period might be earlier," Strange said. "The way those people were dressed was a bit like medieval villagers."
“That is to say, boys and girls are not from the same generation,” Wanda concluded, “but they are treated similarly.”
"That's right." Schiller said after thinking for a moment, "After the operating room was upgraded, there were more books. Maybe we can find some clues from them."
"Then you go find it first." Strange stood up and said, "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep for a while."
He returned to the lounge. When he passed by the full-length mirror, he vaguely saw that the image in the mirror was distorted, and it seemed that two arms had grown behind him.
But Strange thought he was dazzled and didn't pay attention to it. When he lay down on the bed, he felt the mirror flash and something seemed to be swaying inside.
Strange turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep. But perhaps because he slept too often, he did not 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 who looked almost exactly like Strange walked out of the mirror. He walked barefoot to the closet, took out a robe and put it on, and put on a cross and glasses. Except for the slightly darker skin color, he was no different from Strange.
The spacious robe well covered the two extra arms behind his back. He slowly opened the door of the lounge and came to the operating room.
The operating room was not peaceful either. Schiller spent a long while kneading the mold, and when he looked up, he remembered that he had not written the report today. He took a deep breath, put down the clay in his hand, ran to the operating table, picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write furiously.
He wrote and cursed: "It's as if there is only one doctor here. Stephen didn't care about anything after the operation. All surgeons are like this..."
As soon 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 some conscience. Stop talking nonsense. The nurse will be here in an hour. Write it quickly."
Schiller pointed to the seat next to him, pushed half of the paper in his hand over, and threw a pen over.
Seeing that Strange didn't move, he said without looking up: "I don't really need your help, but it's really late today. I can't finish it by myself. You don't want the nurse to rush in, do you?"
Schiller looked over curiously when Strange didn't answer. He saw Strange gave him a weird smile and then slowly stretched out his other two arms from behind.
This should have been a very thrilling scene, but Schiller's first reaction was: "Fuck, God gave you another pair of hands?!"
Then he realized that this wasn't the real Strange. He quickly stood up from his chair. The other party might have thought he was going to attack and was ready to fight.
Schiller simply gave up his chair, pointed at it and said, "Since you have four hands, you can finish the report at twice the speed. You are the right person for this job. Come on."
Wanda, who was washing the pot, turned around and was shocked to see Strange with four arms. She rushed over and said to the fake Strange, "Who are you? Where did you take the real Stephen?"
"Hey, don't be so nervous, ma'am. We don't need the real Stephen anymore. This guy has two pairs of God's hands." Schiller said with shining eyes, "He can perform two operations at the same time, and he can also fill in two people's reports at the same time. He is simply a perfect doctor."
"Really?" Wanda was a little skeptical. She said, "Will this guy really help us with the work? Why do I feel like he seems a little fierce?"
"He'd better help us." Schiller narrowed his eyes and said, "Otherwise he is the culprit for my failure to complete the report. Let him apologize to the nurse in person."
As soon as he finished speaking, Schiller picked up a piece of hardened clay without warning and smashed it into the fake Strange's face. With a bang, the opponent was knocked back. Wanda followed immediately and smashed the pot in her hand directly into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
Strange was awakened by the noise and was startled to see the person lying on the ground. Schiller tied the man up with a rope and threw him out the door before the nurse came.
Soon, the nurse's footsteps were getting closer. Wanda opened the door a little and used magic to control the rope to untie.
Suddenly, there were screams and roars outside the door, followed by crackling sounds...
Schiller shouted to the observation window: "Sorry, ma'am, today's report is not finished. But there is a reason..."
After a while, the nurse's eyes, her face covered in blood, suddenly appeared in the observation window. Just as she was about to say something, the door was slammed open.
The nurse who was leaning against the door and looking inside was knocked to the ground, and then something hard hit her. When she stood up again, she found a full-length mirror lying next to her.
"Here you go, ma'am. You're welcome."
After saying that, Schiller slammed the door shut.
Wanda, who witnessed all this, said: "She will definitely want to kill you, absolutely."
"She won't want to kill me more than when she found out I didn't finish the report." Schiller spread his hands and said, "Even in this game world, there are many people who want to kill me. Let her queue up at the back."
Sure enough, there were frantic screams in the corridor, and the nurse began to bang on the door frantically. But at this time, the full-length mirror lying on the side exerted force.
When Schiller threw it, the mirror just happened to be against the nurse, reflecting her figure. The image in the mirror began to change. When the nurse started to knock on the door, a pale arm stretched out from the mirror and grabbed the nurse's ankle.
The nurse looked back and was stunned. Another self was crawling out of the mirror, and this fake self had two heads.
Schiller was still standing by the observation window watching the fun. He said with great gloating, "I think this lady will be more competent because she will have another mouth to scold those doctors who can't finish their reports. Do you want to consider giving up your position to her?"
The nurse was obviously not in the mood to listen to him. The two nurses, one real and one fake, started fighting and chased each other further and further down the corridor.
After making sure the nurse had left, Schiller opened the door and retrieved the mirror, and took a look at the fake Strange's body. He found that there was no tongue in the body's mouth, not that it didn't have one, but that it had been cut off from the root.
Schiller had some guesses in his mind, but Wanda looked at the mirror with some concern and said, "This thing seems to be able to clone people. Do we really want to put it in the house?"
"Of course, it can be of great use at the critical moment." Schiller smiled, obviously having an idea.
After nightfall, the hospital became quiet, as if nothing would move at night. Strange couldn't sleep after being disturbed by the mirror. Schiller was thinking about the content of his dream and didn't choose to sleep. Wanda had not slept well before, so they started to stay up late again.
I thought this night would pass peacefully again, but when it was almost dawn, there was some movement on the window. A large raven with shining feathers landed on the window frame, combing its feathers and looking up at the people from time to time.
Schiller walked to the window and looked up at the raven. The raven also looked at him. The man and the bird just stared at each other.
"I have the habit of eating breakfast," Schiller said suddenly, "how about roast chicken?"
Wanda put down the pillowcase she was folding, walked over, looked up at the raven and said, "Do you want me to shoot it down?"
"No, little girl. You can't attack me." The raven opened its mouth and said.
"The roast chicken is talking." Schiller said, still looking up at the raven.
Wanda was not vague either. The stirring stick in her hand flew out with a whoosh, but stopped about ten centimeters away from Raven.
"Stop your little tricks, witch. You can't hurt me." The raven said with some disdain.
The stirring rod fell with a clang. Schiller raised one eyebrow and said to Wanda, "I think birds should also pay attention to their appearance. What do you think, ma'am?"
Wanda waved again, and the door to the lounge opened. The mirror flew over and pointed directly at Raven.
However, what appeared in the mirror was not a bird, but a humanoid creature with a raven head, exactly the same as the birdman before.
"Take that cursed object away!" the raven screamed.
At this time, the work bell rang, and the two of them dispersed in boredom, put on gloves and prepared to work. No one paid any attention to the raven anymore.
Strange pulled the lever, and a figure fell out of the passage. Raven, who was standing on the window frame, was about to say something when he heard three people exclaim in unison.
Stark, lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes - neither Schiller nor Strange was wearing a mask.
Second entry into the palace