mtl008 Chapter 3379 Miraculous Doctor (23)
Chapter 3379 Miraculous Doctor (23)
Chapter 3379 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-three)
Ten minutes later, the three of them gathered around the pot.
Schiller poured the chopped celery-like herb foam into the pot. Wanda stretched her head to look at the bubbling pot, holding a bottle of red potion in her hand and said, "Is it ready? Do you want to add some more?"
Strange took a pair of chopsticks made of a broken iron rod, put them into the pot, dipped them in the soup base, and said, "Not bad, you can add a little more. Schiller, try it."
Schiller poured in another plate of chopped vegetables and said, "You can add more spice. If you can't eat it, I lose."
Wanda swallowed, poured in some more red potion, and said, "Alright, that's enough. The fire seeds in this world are hotter than the peppers in our world, and this is refined fire potion. If you put too much, it will be too spicy."
Strange tasted it again and said, "It feels like something is missing. Should I add more salt?"
At this time, Schiller also tasted it and said, "I think it lacks sourness. Isn't there a herb called acetosporum?"
Wanda stood up and quickly brought back some herbs with small fruits on their branches. She threw the herbs into the mortar and crushed them, then poured them into the pot.
Schiller and Strange tasted it again and gave thumbs up. Schiller brought the prepared semi-coagulated blood over and said, "Believe me, this is definitely not some dark dish."
"Of course," Wanda said, "It seems that Americans are the only people in the world who don't eat blood products. I still like black pudding very much. It has the smoothness of dessert and the fragrance of meat products."
They both looked at Strange.
"You are discriminating against Americans," Strange said. "I can try it, but I have a low tolerance for fishy smells. I won't eat it if there's even a hint of blood."
"I guarantee you won't. I'm an expert at making blood curd." Schiller poured the cut blood curd into the pot, picked up some fresh herbs and threw them into the pot, then said, "I just didn't expect you to have such a strong taste. I have the impression that surgeons usually eat light food."
"Because most of the top surgeons come from wealthy families and believe in healthy eating and light taste." Strange snorted coldly, "When I first started, I stopped at a Mexican stand on the way to work at the hospital and bought some spicy grilled corn. Everyone in the department laughed at me and called me an ignorant poor guy."
"They are ignorant." Wanda passed the brass plates to the two of them, and then said, "I bet God likes spicy grilled corn, too."
"But is this really okay for us?" Wanda looked at the portrait with some concern.
The portrait was not hung on the wall, but taken down. More importantly, it was placed on the operating table, facing the passage where the patients came.
The eyes of the portrait were still bleeding, but all the blood was flowing into the corridor. Even though Wanda was sitting at the table, she could vaguely hear the curses from the other end of the corridor.
"What's that? It's just collecting some interest first." Schiller said with a sneer.
Wanda didn't know what grudge he had with the people at the other end of the passage, but she thought it was just some blood, at most a little dirty, and it wouldn't cause any big trouble, so she didn't care.
The three of them ate hot pot happily.
Wanda and Strange can both eat spicy food, because they are both from poor families and don't have the habit of eating light food, so they prefer something spicy. Schiller also likes spicy food, and the tastes of the three of them are just the same.
Strange took a piece of blood sausage from the pot, smelled it first, then took a cautious bite, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and gasped because of the spiciness.
He couldn't help but cover his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "Why is this thing so spicy? It's spicier than vegetables."
"This is very spicy." Schiller said, "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to take the SkyTrain to Sichuan to eat hot pot? This is the signature delicacy there."
Strange tasted it carefully again, and then said, "It really doesn't have any fishy smell, but it doesn't have any taste either, just spicy."
"The taste, don't you think this slippery taste is great?" Wanda asked, "I even think it's better than black pudding, especially if you cook it for a few seconds less. It's tender and smooth."
Schiller patted the table gently and said, "Very tasteful, ma'am, I also like to eat hot and tender blood."
It is always a pleasure to eat with people who share the same taste. The three of them spent a pleasant morning eating and chatting.
The other side of the passage seemed to be in trouble because of the blood. Even though they hadn't treated the patient for most of the morning, there was no punishment. The wooden monster didn't come again.
After finishing their meal, Schiller and Strange felt a little sleepy. Wanda waved her hand and said, "Leave this to me, you go and have a rest."
Schiller nodded, and returned to the lounge with Strange, throwing all the remaining ore into the furnace and letting it burn slowly. But they did not sleep in bunk beds, Schiller slept on the lower bunk, and Strange slept on the recliner next to the fireplace.
After eating and drinking, the two fell asleep quickly. Perhaps because they did not sleep last night, they fell asleep very quickly this time.
Schiller returned to the little boy's perspective. After the doctor with the bird-beak mask pulled out one of the boy's teeth, he finally stopped abusing him and drew some blood with a needle.
Schiller took this opportunity to observe the doctor. When he raised his hand to draw blood, he discovered that he was wearing a suit under his black robe.
In other words, this doctor is most likely not a medieval bird-beak doctor, but is from a later era and is deliberately dressed like this.
If he is not a role-playing enthusiast, then he is either trying to hide his identity or to scare people. Schiller thinks it is probably both.
The experience of not being able to do anything but watch the plot was too boring for Schiller. He was a little distracted, but suddenly, the little boy hit the mask of the bird-beaked doctor who was drawing his blood with his head.
The bird-beak doctor's mask has a long beak in front, which makes the center of gravity of the mask move forward. The doctor didn't tie the mask tightly. When the little boy bumped into him, the mask fell off.
Schiller was now alert. He stared at the face behind the mask and was surprised to find that it was Dr. Foster.
The doctor who looked kind in the portrait suddenly showed a ferocious expression. He gritted his teeth and approached the little boy, saying, "You damn bastard! You bad guy who deserves to go to hell! I will make you pay for your behavior!"
After saying that, he took the scalpel beside him, forcibly pried open the little boy's mouth, and grabbed his tongue.
Schiller immediately knew what he was going to do, and he immediately tried to control the little boy to struggle, but he couldn't do it at all. Seeing the scalpel getting closer and closer to his tongue, Schiller suddenly woke up.
Just a minute before he woke up, the fire in the fireplace began to flicker continuously, and the color of the flame began to turn white, which proved that the temperature was rising rapidly.
The ore, which had originally shown no signs of improvement, instantly began to melt, and even turned completely into liquid, flowing through the funnel onto the tray prepared by Schiller.
The temperature in the room also rose higher and higher, and within a few tens of seconds it became like a scorching summer. Schiller and Strange were awakened by the heat almost at the same time.
The two noticed the abnormal temperature in the room and quickly pushed the door open and ran out. As soon as the door of the lounge closed, the two looked at each other.
"What the hell? Is there something wrong with your stove?" Strange asked.
"How is that possible?" Schiller said, "It is normal for the temperature to rise. Otherwise, how can we refine the metal ore? Wait, we can start casting soon."
The fire in the fireplace was still flickering, and it was flickering faster and faster. The temperature in the lounge had risen to a level that was simply unacceptable to humans. However, it seemed that there was no way for the heat to be transmitted through the wall to this side. Only the entrance of the lounge was hotter.
Schiller really thought this was normal, because before the blast furnace was built, the fireplace could burn an adult in minutes. The blast furnace itself is to increase the temperature of the flame, so a temperature increase is normal, and a failure is a failure if the temperature does not increase.
The original fireplace had a large opening in order to transfer the temperature to the outside and warm the house. However, the blast furnace has a small opening as small as possible to allow the internal temperature to rise higher and higher. Therefore, there is only a small opening under the blast furnace for adding firewood.
The flames inside burned more and more vigorously, and seemed to be condensing into some kind of monster. However, because the opening of the blast furnace was too small, the monster could not climb out and was trapped inside, burning hotter and hotter, and the metal was smelted faster and faster.
Schiller ignored the situation in the lounge. He walked over to check the portrait, and when he took it away, he met the eyes of a wooden man who was painting the eyes of the portrait.
Schiller's eyes widened, and he immediately turned to look for the pliers. Although the wooden man had no expression, his panic could be seen from the way he quickly crawled back.
By the time Schiller had brought the pliers, the wooden figure had already run away. The eye of the portrait was almost unfinished and that spot was still bleeding.
Schiller dropped the pliers in disappointment, hung the portrait back to where it was, and placed a flask under that spot. He thought that this blood might be able to sell for some money, at least to make up for the loss.
The passage returned to normal, but the next few patients sent in had blood on their clothes. It was obvious that the blood came from the portrait. It was estimated that there was a lot of trouble over there.
Seven or eight patients were treated in the afternoon, and Schiller had two more mineral culture equipment.
In the evening, the firewood in the fireplace burned out and the temperature finally dropped gradually.
When Schiller pushed open the door, there was still a wave of heat in the room, but nothing was burned. Only the shiny metal balls in the tray under the blast furnace told Schiller that his plan was about to succeed.
Schiller walked over and took out the metal tray, and found that all the metals he threw in had already been refined, and the effect was quite good, and they could be used directly without any further purification.
Schiller stuffed more firewood into it and took some ore from the petri dish and threw it into the fireplace to burn slowly.
He came to the operating table and used the clay he had obtained earlier to make a mold. He planned to use the integral casting method to cast the musket.
The fire gun is actually the most primitive firearm in the world, and can be traced back to the Yuan Dynasty. This gun has too many disadvantages, but its only advantage is that it is easy to make.
And those shortcomings did not seem to Schiller to be shortcomings. The accuracy of the fire gun was not high enough, and it could be understood as a weakened version of the shotgun, but that was also compared with modern weapons. Once this thing was made, it would be fast and accurate within ten meters, and one shot could cause serious injuries.
Moreover, what Schiller made was actually a modern improved version, which still had some accuracy and could easily shoot at a distance of dozens of meters. It was at least better than Stark's little revolver.
As for gunpowder, Schiller had already prepared it. Not to mention that he had bought out almost all the sulfur, saltpeter was originally used as a medicinal ingredient, and charcoal was also for sale.
Now he can finally catch up with the trend of time travelers and experience the joy of rubbing black powder with his hands.