The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3363 Miraculous Doctor (7)

Chapter 3363 Miraculous Doctor (VII)

Schiller now understood why beak masks were necessary in the operating room.

While Stark was still unconscious, Schiller pulled Strange aside and said, "There are two possibilities now. Either this crappy game read our memories and created a shapeshifter, who became the most difficult person in our minds."

"So Tony is also the most difficult person in your mind. I thought you preferred him."

"Don't make a fuss. If he were to lie on the operating table someday, I wouldn't cheer him on."

“And I’ll pray to God.”

The two happily reached an agreement. Schiller added: "There is another possibility, he is really Tony. He may be from our universe, or from another universe, but he is the real Iron Man."

"Then why is he here?"

"I've thought about this possibility before." Schiller expressed his speculation. "Since the large dungeon with ten players is the highlight of this event, the administrator may not make a separate plot and map for this two-player dungeon. They may directly put the single-player team into the large world map."

"Are you saying that we might be playing the game in the same worldview as the other teams now?"

"Of course. Think about it, the format of our game is to rescue patients in the ward. Isn't it a waste to design so many external plots? No matter how powerful the God of Story is, there is no need to do so much useless work unless it can be reused."

Strange understood and said, "That is to say, there is a high possibility that there are more than one team of players on this map of Demon Nexus Town. Isn't this equivalent to experiencing a large dungeon for free?"

"It's not that simple. We are playing a role-playing game and are subject to various rules. We cannot reveal our identities. Maybe the NPCs we meet in this game are all players, but we don't know it."

"You mean the nurse, the bear nurse, and the mysterious Mr. Raven, they could all be players, but they can't reveal their identities due to the rules?"

"That's possible. After all, aren't we both plague doctors in a hospital now?"

"You mean Tony might just see us as game characters?"

"I'm afraid so. This is good news." Schiller looked back at Stark and said, "I guess he may also have an identity and is also restricted by the rules. He was injured while playing the game and was sent to the hospital."

"We can't expose each other? That's quite interesting."

"Don't expose it even if you can. With our current medical level, do you want to be laughed at to death by Stark?"

"What's wrong with our current medical level?!" Strange said dissatisfiedly, "The previous ones were all accidents. We are two top doctors who treated them seriously. Are we not as good as those laymen?"

"It turns out you haven't given up yet." Schiller sighed and said, "Okay, then you can continue to struggle, but I have to remind you. If Stark finds out our true identities and something goes wrong with the subsequent treatment, he will definitely let the whole multiverse know."

Strange paused.

"Are there any more mandala?"

Schiller understood.

"Yes, and there is plenty of sulfur."

They both turned to look at Stark.

Stark happened to wake up slowly, and seemed a little confused. He said in a low voice: "Doctor... Doctor..."

Schiller and Strange looked at each other and found that Stark's voice was different from usual, but the pronunciation was the same. This basically confirmed that the other party was the real Tony Stark, not a shapeshifter.

Then the slight change in the sound may be a disguise provided by the game designer. After all, if it is not professional, most people will not be able to recognize it if the sound changes slightly.

But unfortunately Schiller is a professional.

Schiller winked at Strange.

Strange walked over and said, "Are you all right sir?"

Stark looked at him in a daze, and when he saw the dark bird's beak, he woke up with a start.

"Okay, I'm fine." Stark hid to the side of the bed, then realized that he seemed to have acted a little too cowardly, so he reached out to get the glass of water by the bed in an attempt to cover up his guilt.

"Sorry, sir, please don't touch it." Schiller immediately walked over and stopped Stark.

The two stood on either side of the operating table, looking at Stark like two black gods of death. Stark broke into a cold sweat.

"Uh...um...are you two the only doctors here?"

Schiller saw Strange's smiling eyes through the glass eye patch of the bird-beak mask. He raised his eyebrows at Strange. Of course, Strange also understood the hint of "scare him a little".

"Yes, sir. How are you feeling? We may need to run some blood tests..."

After saying that, Strange took out the thickest needle from the tool rack. The needle tip was also thin and long. It was the same needle used for abdominal puncture before.

"No no no no no!!!" Stark was so scared that his mouth was drooping. He said, "I'm not sick! No need to be tested!!!"

"It seems that your mental state is not very good." Schiller picked up the scalpel beside him and said, "Perhaps we can do some frontal lobe treatment..."

"I'm not crazy!!!" Stark roared, "Put down what you have in your hands, you two quacks!!"

The two men got closer and closer, and Stark subconsciously shrank back, staring at them both with wide eyes, and subconsciously wanted to reach into his pocket.

Through this action, Schiller has determined that this is the Stark of their universe, because the nano-mech of the Stark he is familiar with is usually placed in the right pocket of the suit.

Strange was the first to stand up and put down the syringe. He said, "The plague is spreading rapidly, and I'm afraid we don't have much time to chat. Sir, if you can tell us your symptoms, we may be able to skip the examination and go straight to treatment. What do you think?"

"I...I said I'm not sick." Stark took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said, "I'm here to look for someone. Have you seen a dark-skinned woman about seven feet tall? Her name is Nova, and she has a long wound on her stomach."

Stark gestured at his abdomen with his hands and continued, "She came here probably yesterday morning or noon. Were you on duty at that time?"

Schiller and Strange looked at each other again. They certainly knew who that woman was, but it was meaningless to talk about it now.

Although it seemed like they had made a mistake in treatment, in fact the woman was destined to die when she was sent here.

Last night, Strange found more books to read on the bookshelf. The books contained a lot of settings about this world, as well as more medical knowledge. The werewolf virus was one of them.

Somewhat similar to rabies that Strange knew, the werewolf virus was a terrible virus that was almost impossible to treat once infected. Although there were many rumors that the condition could be alleviated by digging out the bitten part or using some herbs, in fact, it was currently an incurable disease.

The patient may become ill at any time within 12 hours of being bitten, and once the disease occurs, he will turn into a terrifying and crazy wolf-headed monster, indiscriminately attacking all targets within sight. If it cannot be stopped as soon as possible, the virus will spread at a very terrifying speed.

Schiller's sharp knife yesterday was a bit ruthless, but it was undoubtedly the right choice. At that time, the woman had not yet fully transformed and was relatively fragile, so a single knife could kill her. Once she completely transformed into a werewolf, Schiller and Strange, whose special abilities were restricted, would not be her opponents.

Although it was a legitimate defense, it was not nice to kill someone, and Schiller did not intend to reveal more information to Stark. So he said, "There were too many patients yesterday, and I can't remember clearly. But if you are not here to treat the disease, how did you get into the hospital?"

Schiller didn't think that this strange hospital would let healthy people in. The guard at the other end of the passage must have his own criteria for judgment.

Stark pulled open the collar of his clothes - he was wearing a vintage shirt and silk waistcoat - and there were some dark spots from his collarbone to his chest.

Strange narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the contents of the healing manual, but immediately realized that the marks on Stark's chest did not match the description. This black spot must have been forged by him.

"You pretended to be infected with the 'Black Death Day' plague?" Schiller said in a positive tone, "This pattern is not right. Your disguise is a bit too poor."

"Who cares? I've successfully come in, haven't I?"

"I'm afraid this is not the reason why you succeeded in getting in." Schiller grabbed Stark's wrist.

Stark's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Schiller with some caution. He exerted force with his arms, trying to pull his hand back, but Schiller had no intention of letting go.

Strange leaned forward slightly and looked at Stark's fingertips. There were abnormal swirls where the fingerprints should have been.

Strange took a deep breath, stepped back, and said in a deep voice, "Whirlpool disease. Have you felt any extra pain when you curl your knuckles recently? Can you see black and red vortex patterns when you close your eyes?"

Stark was a little confused. He finally pulled his hand back and was startled when he looked at his fingertips.

"God, what is this?!"

"You've contracted the whirlpool disease." Schiller picked up the newspaper he had ordered and placed it next to Stark, then said, "Have you been in contact with water in the downtown area recently? Many bodies of patients who died of the whirlpool disease were thrown into the sewer without being treated. If you have been in contact with the water there, you may also be infected."

Stark's eyes widened, his eyebrows knitted, and he looked at his fingertips and said, "Damn it, when I was chasing those jackals, I accidentally fell into a puddle and choked on some water..."

"That must have been a tough feeling." Strange said this without any sarcasm. "But the price you paid for it was more than just losing face."

"What will this disease be like?"

"It will die, of course." Strange held a long pick in his hand. He said, "The early symptoms of whirlpool disease are the appearance of whirlpool-like patterns at the ends of the limbs, usually in the fingerprint area, and then spread to the palms."

"The vortex will melt the bones of the knuckles, turning the fingers into soft structures, which will then curl up into a vortex, followed by the palms and forearms, and finally all the limbs and torso."

"The spine is the only bone that cannot be melted by the whirlpool, but the whirlpool disease will force the patient's torso to curl up into a whirlpool. Therefore, most patients die from internal bleeding caused by spinal fractures or compression."

"The only bone that can be preserved intact is the skull, so the body is often a swirl of flesh made up of limbs and torso wrapped around a head. The deceased's face is usually hideous and in extreme pain."

Stark's face turned pale. He immediately looked at Strange who was speaking, and then said, "You mean, I was not successfully admitted to the hospital because of the fake plague symptoms I made, but because I was really sick?"

"Yes. And the situation is not optimistic." Schiller, who had already walked to the operating table and started to mix medicine, said, "The stock of raven blood, a medicine for treating whirlpool disease, is insufficient, and the merchant who can replenish the raw materials will not come until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"The duration of the whirlpool disease usually does not exceed 24 hours." Strange immediately continued, "If nothing unexpected happens, you should experience symptoms of curled limbs within two hours."

"No... Doctor! Help!"

(End of this chapter)