civilwarnovels Chapter 3391 Miraculous Doctor (35)
Chapter 3391 Miraculous Doctor (35)
Chapter 3391 Miraculous Doctor (Thirty-Five)
A patient asked curiously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong in this ward?"
"It's nothing. The two scientists are contributing to the advancement of world science and technology." Schiller said as he wrote the doctor's instructions. "There may be occasional tremors later. Just pretend nothing happened."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" and the whole hospital was shaken.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! The hospital is under construction! This is the sound of a power hammer. Don't be nervous, just line up!"
The patients panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down. Schiller, Strange, Wanda and Jarvis got together to discuss and decided that this was not going to work and that they had to change the management model to a modern hospital model.
Normally, the hospital operation methods of different eras cannot be copied mechanically, but the modern hospital's departmental management model has indeed been tested thousands of times and is the most efficient method. Mixing them together now is not good for doctors to improve their proficiency or for patients to reduce waiting time.
Schiller and Strange spent some time to calculate the success rates of various diseases in various operating rooms, and simply divided them into six departments: three internal medicine departments and three surgical departments. Then they assigned the doctors to different departments according to their specialties.
At first, the doctors were reluctant to move. They thought the current situation was good enough and there was no need to make any more efforts. But Schiller finally convinced everyone to work according to the established departments and schedules.
The main reason for convincing them is that although everyone can complete the treatment task now, the damage in the dream cannot be solved. The plot of most people's dreams is pushed to before the tongue is cut off, and even a few unlucky people have had their tongues cut off.
As the punishment in the dream became heavier, the doctors had to find a way to protect their own lives in addition to curing the patients. At this time, Schiller stood up and said he had a way, so they had no choice but to listen to him.
Schiller's method was also very simple. He just had to repeat the same method that made the evil spirit kick him out of his dream due to his pride.
In order to save the lives of the doctors, Schiller specially opened a psychological clinic outside the six departments, which was specifically used for Pride to hypnotize the doctors.
Batman has a strong will, but the doctors who have survived until now are not bad either. With the help of Pride, most of them can fight the source of the dream for a few rounds.
Especially since there were so many of them, and the little girl couldn't handle the constant decompiling with the same memory, so she could only kick out the most troublesome ones temporarily.
Schiller set up a very strict schedule for the doctors, which mainly included three items: work, rest and psychotherapy.
This ensures that there are at least three doctors harassing the evil spirit in the dream at all times, always in a situation of more people fighting fewer people. Even if there is no way to defeat the evil spirit in the end, it can still wear down her health. Even if it can't cause real damage, it can leave some psychological shadows.
As evening approached, Schiller called to remind the doctors to change shifts. Two doctors came out of the psychological clinic and returned to their own wards. The doctors in the other two corridors came out of the corridor and prepared to change shifts in the psychological clinic.
Hearing the sound of the passage opening, Schiller turned his head instinctively, but he actually saw an acquaintance.
"Loki?!" Schiller shouted, "Why are you here too?"
Loki came over with a smile, leaned on the counter and said, "When I first heard that your name was Dr. Schiller, I was a little bit unconvinced. I didn't expect it was really you."
"It looks like this is a game with acquaintances." Schiller pressed the list he had just written onto the nail and threaded it, then said, "Are you really on the same team with your brother?"
"Of course it's true, what's the problem?"
"I can't imagine how you've been spending the past few days."
Loki shrugged and said, "Though Thor can't do any delicate work, he is very strong..."
Schiller took the doctor's file and said after taking a look: "Ward 21, the cure rate is the third lowest."
"This is because I have been exploring the rules these days." Loki explained, flipping his hands.
"So what did you discover?"
"The most important thing I discovered is that in addition to curing all patients, you can also choose to beat up all threats. This is the benefit of playing games with Thor. He beat up all the monsters that appeared after breaking the rules. Isn't this also a way to pass the level?"
Schiller rolled his eyes slightly. Of the brothers, not only Thor had an incorrect understanding of Loki, but Loki also had a very high filter for Thor. Schiller could only choose to respect and bless him.
"Okay. You don't have to go to the psychological clinic. I'll notify the next one." Schiller turned around and dialed the number, then said, "Come here to guide the patients. We are still short of a nurse to carry critically ill patients. Let Thor come."
"Guidance? Are you sure? I'm not human. How would I know what disease you might have?"
"How many humans do you think are here?"
Loki choked and looked around. Most of the creatures that could breathe had animal heads, and there were also fantasy species that were significantly taller or shorter than humans, but there were very few humans.
"Then I don't know how to assign them operating rooms." Loki said, "What kind of disease is this?"
Loki pointed at one of the men lying on the ground. Schiller didn't even look at him, but dragged Loki into the counter and said, "It doesn't matter. This job belongs to you."
"why?"
"Do you remember what your priesthood is?"
"God of Fraud, what's wrong?"
"That's right," Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "just go back to your old job."
"what?"
“Do whatever it takes to get the patient into the operating room. It’s that simple,” Schiller said. “Let me show you.”
After saying that, he stood up and glanced at the patient lying beside him, then picked up the phone and said, "Whirlpool disease cartilage mutation type. The patient's limbs are intact..."
Loki tilted his head and looked at the patient lying on the ground. It looked like he had whirlpool disease. As for the limbs... the number was correct, there were indeed four big curls.
"The ends of the limbs are slightly curled..."
Loki looked carefully. He didn't know how Schiller could see it "slightly", but he didn't see the limbs or the ends.
"Breathing is steady, consciousness is clear and able to communicate..."
Hearing this, Loki really couldn't hold it in any longer.
Isn't it necessary to have breathing before breathing can be steady? Loki stared at him for a long time, but he didn't see his chest rise and fall. As for being able to communicate, I can only say that he is worthy of being a psychologist, and he can communicate with patients directly through brain waves.
Anyway, the patient was successfully stuffed into a passage. Loki vaguely heard the sound of cursing from the other side.
Schiller stood up, pointed to his seat, motioned Loki to sit down and said, "How is it? Is this job suitable for you?"
Loki sat down, but he still muttered: "The God of Fraud also has principles. If it is nine parts false and one part true, it is lying. If it is ten parts false, it is nonsense..."
Loki called Thor. Thor came out soon after. Schiller walked up to him, hugged him, and said, "Long time no see. How is Sif?"
"Not bad. She has been restless since she got pregnant. She has been out with the patrol fleet for several times. However, the universe has been in turmoil recently, so she has been working in Asgard recently."
Schiller looked at Thor and found that he was still the same, a strong and wild big man, but he seemed more restrained and had more majesty of a ruler than the Thors in other universes.
Schiller began to introduce him to the job of a nurse. He said, "All patients brought in on stretchers will be placed here. You need to help carry them over. Those seriously ill patients who cannot move at all can jump the queue and be sent directly to the counter."
"Sometimes there will be disturbances in the queue, and you are also responsible for maintaining order. Don't let them disturb Loki's work. If anyone rushes in to cause trouble, just kick them out."
Thor clenched his fist and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. No one can cause trouble here."
After both of them came out to work, the original ward became Strange's exclusive operating room, with Wanda helping him.
Before they knew it, it was already night. Because they had been reminded before, most of the patients left on their own accord. Those who didn't want to leave were also kicked out. Everyone else went to the lounge to rest, leaving Schiller alone on the night shift.
His main job tonight is to expand the hospital.
Of course, he couldn't expand it by himself. The hospital was controlled by an evil spirit, so if he wanted to expand it, he had to get the evil spirit's consent.
Schiller felt that after so many changes, the evil spirits should come to their senses. Stubborn resistance was not the solution, only active cooperation would lead to a way out.
Anyway, the evil spirit is going to show up to advance the plot, so why not take this opportunity to have a good talk with him and ask him to cooperate in running the hospital? Isn't it better than having him come out only once every few decades?
Schiller also had some questions he wanted to figure out, such as what was going on with the little boy in his dream and what the connection was between Dr. Foster and all this.
As the night fell, the hospital became quieter. The noisy voices at the other end of the corridor also weakened. Without the troubles of terrible dreams, most people chose to have a good rest.
Schiller was sorting out the day's medical records. The records collected by the nurses wandering around the hospital would be sent through the opening in the wall. Most doctors' writing was not professional enough, but they could still roughly understand what it meant.
Just as he was concentrating on reading the case, he heard the door of the hospital creak open. White mist gradually rose from the floor. The scorch marks continued to climb up along the wall until the ceiling was also dyed black.
Schiller watched all this and gave an evaluation after a while: "Not as good as Silent Hill."
A dark shadow appeared in the corner of the room, and a pair of terrifying eyes emitting a faint blue light stared at Schiller's counter.
A ghost face suddenly appeared on the glass of the counter.
Schiller was not completely immune to fear, but he was mentally prepared. This level of face-jumping kill still couldn't scare him. If anything, this ghost face appearing in his cash drawer was even more intimidating.
But the evil spirit obviously did not understand Schiller's logic. Finding that scaring him was useless, she walked out from the corner, trying to scare Schiller with her terrifying appearance.
A mummy that was burned beyond recognition came out from the corner. Judging from her height and bone development, she was a little girl of about seven or eight years old. Her limbs were twisted, and she limped forward and let out a piercing howl. The whole hospital was shaking with her wailing.
Schiller had not expected this special effect, but he subconsciously picked up something at hand and threw it over, then said, "You can scream, but don't shake the floor. Otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure rushed out of the pipe, cursing and roaring, "Schiller, what are you doing! Why do you have to mess up the key part of my experiment?! I worked so hard to hammer out the parts for an entire afternoon!!!"
After saying that, without even looking, he threw the wrench in his hand towards the source of the scream.
"Bang!"
"...or else a Frankenstein monster will come out and beat you up."