The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3376 Miraculous Doctor (2)

Chapter 3376 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty)

"Really?" Schiller said flatteringly, "I'm a little tired, and it would be great if I could have a cup of hot coffee."

"The potion is much more effective than coffee. Just watch me." Wanda walked to the material cabinet next to her, opened the drawer, selected several kinds of herbs from it, crushed them in a mortar, threw some into the pot next to her, and mixed the juice with the rest, filtered it, and then poured it into the pot together.

When the pot started to bubble, Wanda began to cast a spell. Magic light flew out from her hands and changed the color of the potion after falling into the pot. A burst of herbal aroma dispelled the unpleasant smell in the operating room, making both of them feel refreshed.

Soon, two cups of something that looked more like hot tea than coffee were brought over. Wanda clapped her hands and said, "Try it. This is the best-selling potion in my store. Every customer will order a cup."

Schiller picked up the cup and didn't see the tea leaves. The tea was a shiny blue color. Although it looked a little hard to drink, it was indeed very fragrant and smelled a bit like a prepared medicinal tea.

Schiller took a small sip and tasted the spicy mint flavor. The cool feeling went straight from the tip of his tongue to his brain, which instantly sobered Schiller, who was warming himself by the fire. Then came the bitter taste of herbs, but it did not spread to the sides of his tongue, nor did it produce a sour feeling. The sweet aftertaste quickly came over him.

Schiller's eyes lit up and he said, "It tastes good."

"Right?" Wanda also made herself a cup and said, "I slightly modified the recipe to make the taste less pungent, and the customer response was very good."

"I think you can study these in reality," Strange said. "Orientals have already started studying magical herbs. Maybe soon you can become a real traditional witch."

"Really? Actually, I quite like the feeling of opening a shop." Wanda sat down on a small stool by the wall and said, "But it will probably take hundreds of years for magic to become as popular as it is in this world. I still want to pass the nursing exam first."

As they were chatting over tea, Schiller suddenly remembered something. He said, "Do you know what kind of potion can be made with mandrake, ambergris and moonflower?"

Wanda opened her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling. She held the cup and said, "These are banned drugs, which are not available on the market. These are herbs that can cause hallucinations, and the potions made from them are also poisonous. Why are you asking this?"

"Really? Then what specific potion can be prepared?"

Wanda thought about it carefully, but soon she waved her hand and conjured up a thick book, a very typical magic book with a purple cover and metal edging. She began to flip through the book to search.

"If there are only one or two of them, they are usually used to prepare anesthetics. The anesthetic solution you are using now should contain these herbal ingredients."

"But if all three are used..." Wanda handed the magic book to Schiller.

"Dream potion?" Schiller said, looking at the Latin words on it. "This potion can make people dream? What does this symbol mean?"

"Not only does this make people dream, the key is that they won't be easily awakened, and it can also make people enter a deep dream." Wanda stroked the pages of the book and said, "This potion is very dangerous. Once you take it, you may never wake up again. But it also has a corresponding antidote. Let me see... Sulfur, you need to use sulfur powder as an inhalation incense..."

Schiller seemed to have thought of something, and he said, "Only witches can mix potions?"

"A magician is fine too. But as far as I know, in this universe, real magicians are very powerful. They have their own magician towers, a large number of students, and receive royal tributes. They are very rare."

"They usually regard potions as something of low status and look down on witches. No magician would prepare potions. This job is usually done by witches, and it is a family inheritance. My shop was inherited from my mother."

"You said the police were chasing you because they mistook you for another witch? Do you know who that was?"

Wanda shook her head, but then said, "But I took a glimpse of the wanted poster they were holding, and that witch also had red hair. No wonder they made a mistake."

"One last question, is it possible for a witch to be a man?"

"what?"

"Didn't you say this was a race? Could there be male members?"

"Of course not. How can there be a male witch?" Wanda said speechlessly, "A male is called a wizard. There are no wizards in this world, only magicians and witches, regardless of gender."

Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "Natasha."

"What?" Strange looked at him and asked.

"Natasha should be working in the other ward," Schiller said.

Strange frowned slightly and said, "Although Natasha does have red hair, we can't infer that it's her based on this one clue, right?"

"First, through the content of the dream, we have determined that there is something wrong with this hospital. So it is possible that we are not the only ones who can see what happened to those two children. Other doctors can also see it."

"The three medicinal herbs they want are obviously for preparing a dream-entering potion, and then using the potion to explore the dream world."

"Generally speaking, only witches can brew potions. We two can't, so we don't have the means to explore dreams. So we can be sure that one of them is a woman."

"All the other players we've met since we came here are acquaintances from our universe. There aren't many red-haired women among our acquaintances, except for Wanda and Natasha."

After that, Schiller showed a slightly gloating smile, and then said: "Natasha has never been interested in magic, and now it's her turn to be a witch."

"A Soviet witch..." Strange shook his head and said, "It's hard to imagine what she could do."

"Why are we matched with people we know in this game?" Wanda said after taking a sip of tea.

"Maybe it's to help us get used to the game." Schiller didn't know the reason, but he felt that it was not just him. Maybe everyone who queued for a two-player dungeon for the first time would meet acquaintances.

There are many advantages to putting acquaintances together, the most important of which is that you can skip the process of testing and understanding each other and just get to work directly.

To put it in a civilized way, it allows players to focus more on exploring the plot. If Schiller and his team encounter players from a strange universe, they will inevitably spend a lot of time trying to get information from each other and understand what kind of person they are. But if they are old rivals from the same universe, there is no need to waste time.

Like when he met Stark before, once Schiller confirmed that it was the Tony Stark from their universe, Schiller would no longer spend time thinking about what Stark would do after leaving here, and he had no psychological burden in betraying him. Anyway, if he was caught, Steve would find a way to rescue him, so it would be a waste not to take the bounty.

After listening to Schiller's speculation, Wanda nodded and said, "It does make sense. But Natasha should have a teammate, right? Who will her teammate be?"

"Batman." Schiller's expression finally became more serious. He said, "And the most difficult Batman."

Strange sat up straight, looked at Schiller and said, "What do you mean?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't need to understand him, because every Batman is more difficult than you can handle. It doesn't matter how difficult he is."

"Besides, this is a restricted copy. We are basically ordinary people with no power. He can't do anything to us."

"That may not be the case," Strange said. "If Natasha is a witch, she has extraordinary attack methods. If she were to attack us unexpectedly, we would suffer."

"I am more professional when it comes to being a witch." Wanda said, holding a teacup. "Although my magic power is consumed a lot, it can be restored after a period of rest. And she may not be as good at brewing potions as I am, otherwise she would not choose such a risky dream potion."

Both Strange and Schiller looked at her.

Wanda pointed to the magic book in Schiller's hand and said, "In fact, there are many other potions that can achieve similar effects. Although they are not as good as the dream potion, the risks are much lower."

"The most important thing is that the raw materials for many other potions are not that difficult to buy. I really don't know how they got Mandrake. That thing was a very rare banned drug in my mother's time. It basically only existed in auction houses. Even a great magician would have to work hard to get it."

"So you can make a potion with similar effects, but cheaper and safer?"

"Yes. However, if you really want to explore the deepest dream realm, you still need to take the risk of using the dream potion. Its effect is irreplaceable."

Wanda put the teacup aside and said, "Since they have chosen to use this potion, it proves that the plot in the dream is more important to them. There is no need for us to deal with them, we just need to explore the plot."

"That being said, you still underestimate how difficult Batman is," Schiller said. "He assumes that everyone else in the world is his enemy. If you don't have something that can deter him, then even the defenses he takes against you can cause big trouble."

As he said this, there was a knock on the door and Guardian Bear came to deliver the goods.

The large pile of things that Schiller ordered were placed at the door. After the caretaker Xiong left, the three of them moved in the boxes that were stacked to the ceiling.

"What are these?" Wanda asked in confusion.

Strange also stared at the pile of things. He looked at the metal tools in the box and said, "I can understand all these, but this..."

He turned his head and looked into the box against the wall, which was filled with bricks. There was a larger box next to it that contained clay powder, some sand and other things.

"These are all things we'll need later." Schiller dragged the boxes to the fireplace and said, "Don't you realize that this fireplace in our room is very special?"

Wanda and Strange both looked at him.

"What kind of fire can burn an adult to ashes, bones and flesh, in less than half an hour?"

Strange was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this question before. After all, he was not as professional as Schiller in destroying corpses and had never burned a living person. How could he know how long it would take to burn a person?

But when Wanda heard this, she was surprised. She said, "You mean, this fireplace can burn an adult to ashes in half an hour? That's impossible!"

Seeing Strange turn his head to look at her, Wanda said, "I used to work in a crematorium, where I was responsible for picking up bones from the furnace. Crematoriums have professional equipment and they take a long time to burn. There's just a small fireplace like this..."

Wanda looked at the fireplace and shook her head. She leaned over and tested the temperature with her hand and said, "This temperature is not up to standard."

"That's the problem," Schiller said. "This means that this might be a magical flame, and its efficiency is far higher than we thought. In this case, wouldn't it be a waste if we don't make good use of it?"

"...What do you want to do?" Strange narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"It's simple." Schiller smiled and said, "It's the last resort for modern humans to protect themselves."