civilwarnovels Chapter 3358 Miraculous Doctor (2)
Chapter 3358 Miraculous Doctor (2)
Chapter 3358 Miraculous Doctor (II)
The musty and decaying smell in the room lingered for a long time. The clock hanging on the wall had no scale, one hand stayed in place with the number "1" engraved on it, and the other hand turned half a circle.
In front of the clock stood two plague doctors in black robes and beak masks, one of them holding an oil lamp to illuminate the face of a mummy, while the other wearing white gloves used tweezers to lift the eyelids of the hideous face.
"The eyeball is gone, there is no blood, and there is dried sand. Preliminary diagnosis is the early symptoms of 'Staring into the Abyss'... needle tube."
Strange held out his hand to Schiller. Schiller looked at him, and he looked up at Schiller. The two of them stared at each other.
"Are you going to let me do the work of the main surgeon and assistant?" Strange asked.
Schiller finally realized what was happening. He went to the tool rack next to him to look for a needle and then said, "It's not that I don't want to help. The point is that I'm usually the only one standing by the bed in the operating room, cheering the patient on. You'd better not expect me to provide any professional help."
Strange snorted coldly and said, "You don't just cheer for him, you also mock and ridicule the surgeon."
"You are wrong. I would never say bad things about surgeons in the operating room. After all, they have knives in their hands." Schiller shook his head while picking needles from the shelf.
"Do you think this is okay?" Schiller brought over two syringes. Strange rubbed his eyes and said, "This is an injection syringe. Bring me the thinner one, the one on the shelf below."
Schiller brought over a thinner and smaller syringe. Strange inserted the syringe into the arm of the mummy and actually drew out a tube of liquid. However, the liquid was black and seemed to be mixed with some dust.
Strange paused for a moment, handed the syringe to Schiller, and said, "Take it to the inspection table and make a wax-oil mixture."
Schiller walked over. He had just seen this part in the book he was checking. Although he was a psychiatrist, he also studied in medical school. Although he basically did not take the final exams in the normal way, he was born with a good memory and could basically remember everything he saw.
He first picked up the purple candles stacked on the wall shelf in front of the examination table, lit them, and dripped two drops of wax on the brass spoon. Then he placed another thick white candle under the spoon and continued to heat it.
Holding a small spoon in one hand and a piece of tin in the other, he dripped the blood in the syringe into the wax and mixed it, then picked it up with a needle and smeared it on the tin.
"No color change." Schiller said after observation, "but the solidification speed is very slow. Do you want to do another plant juice reaction experiment?"
"Use mandragora to test the poison." Strange said as he cut open the mummy's index finger with a sharp blade. After discovering the cavity under the skin and the granulation of flesh protruding from it, he said, "Forget it, no need to do it. It's already confirmed that this is a witch who was burned to death. The limbs have begun to lesion."
Schiller put down what he was holding and was about to say something when he heard the clock ring.
The mummy on the hospital bed suddenly began to twitch.
"Is it timed out?" Strange looked up at the clock. The hour hand had already turned half a circle, and the second half was marked in red. This may mean that if the patient stays in bed for too long, abnormal reactions may occur.
Schiller rolled up his sleeves and walked over and said, "Isn't this my area of expertise? Be quiet! Otherwise I'll lose my composure!"
"Any tranquilizers?" Strange asked.
"No, but isn't there a mandragora? Since she's a witch, she should be human, and the poison is the same."
As Schiller spoke, he walked to the shelf next to him, picked up two green fruits with thorns, and pounded them twice with the pestle on the workbench next to him. Many small black particles fell out, and he smashed them twice more vigorously, and some transparent juice seeped out.
Schiller took out the syringe, poured some water into it from a pitcher, added the juice, shook it vigorously, and handed it to Strange.
"I'm going to name it Mandrake Anesthetic, what do you think?"
Strange looked down at the injection in his hand and said, "I can't imagine what modern medicine would look like if you were born in the Middle Ages."
As he was speaking, the mummy on the hospital bed somersaulted over and hit Strange on the forearm with his left hand.
"Oh, damn it! Don't touch my hand!!" Strange quickly picked up the pliers on the tool rack and smashed it hard. With a "bang", the mummy was smashed back onto the bed.
"You damn bastard, don't you know the importance of a surgeon's arm?! Schiller, come and hold him down and give him a second anesthesia!"
Schiller also put on gloves, took the pliers from Strange, held both sides of the pliers with both hands and pressed them on the mummy's neck, pressing her tightly on the bed.
Strange took the syringe and injected the liquid into the corpse's vein, assuming it still had a vein.
It turns out that it might be true. Less than 30 seconds after the liquid was injected, the mummy twitched and stopped moving.
"Is he drugged or dead?"
"You don't trust my ability to mix potions?"
"If he's dead, just throw him in the fireplace," Strange said. "That'll save time for the next patient."
"I finally understand how you perform more than 20 operations a day."
Schiller walked to the door, looked out through the observation window, and said, "The head nurse is not here, go ahead."
The two men, one holding the arms and the other holding the legs, carried the mummy directly to the fireplace. Schiller didn't know the specific process of destroying the corpse. He thought he might find a book on the bookshelf, but he was too lazy to read it now, so he just burned it.
Schiller looked at the mummy, then at the fireplace, and said, "No, we have to cut it up first, otherwise it won't fit in there."
"You are an expert in this area. I will listen to you." Strange went back and got a bigger knife, then said, "It should be about the same if I take off the leg."
"We have to remove the head as well. The skull burns too slowly, and it would be troublesome if the head nurse found out. I saw sulfur and distillation equipment over there, I'll go prepare some concentrated sulfuric acid in case of emergency."
Strange immediately started working, cutting from the hip joint and removing the leg in a few seconds, then began to separate the other leg.
Schiller checked the quality of the sulfur and found that although it was not very pure, it was barely usable. Preparing corrosive chemical liquids was his specialty. Although he did not expect to use this stuff to completely destroy the body, he could use chemical methods to cover up most of the parts with strong human characteristics, such as the hair, knuckles and genitals mentioned earlier.
Soon, the distillation equipment began to bubble. Strange's work was almost done. He wiped the knife and said, "We spent most of our time understanding the rules. This is not fair at all. So we have to do this. But we will treat the next patient well, right?"
"That's right." Schiller nodded, stepped over the body and took the head away, smashed it with a hammer on the tool rack, corroded it bit by bit with chemicals, and then threw the remaining residue into the fireplace.
Suddenly, a light flashed from the front door. Schiller turned his head and saw the pair of eyes sunken in the eye sockets.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. The room is a bit cold and we need to warm ourselves by the fire." Schiller said calmly, while pushing the fallen thigh bone inside with his toes.
I didn't expect the nurse to speak.
"Get to work! There are still many patients waiting!"
Her voice was like a leaky bellows, her tone was unclear and had a slightly weird breath, which seemed very scary in the stench-filled environment.
"Okay, okay." Schiller stood up immediately and said, "I'll be right there."
The two returned to the operating table.
The metal door on the wall in front of the operating table seemed to be where the patient came out. Schiller saw two levers above. One lever handle had a downward arrow drawn on it, and the other had an upward arrow.
Schiller pulled the lever with the arrow pointing upward, and the door opened. There was a rustling sound from inside, and even some faint conversations from above, but the sound was too quiet to be heard clearly.
Schiller and Strange looked at each other, but tacitly did not look into the passage.
Suddenly, with a crash, something fell out of the passage. Schiller picked it up and saw that it was two copper coins.
His eyes immediately lit up, and he looked at the two copper coins, then said, "There is money to be taken? Is this a salary? Or is it the payment for treating a patient?"
Before he could figure it out, the next patient arrived.
This time it was not a mummy, but a living person, brown-skinned, adult male. From the bone structure, he was somewhat similar to Latino, but he did not look like an ordinary human, because his eyes had two pupils, which was not a symptom of any kind, indicating that he was born like this.
His abdomen was bulging high and wriggling abnormally, and one could vaguely see traces of snake-like movement.
"My God, what did you eat?"
"Save me, save me quickly! I have worms! Doctor, save me quickly!" The patient kept screaming and almost fell off the operating table.
"Worm disease? Oh, worm feast syndrome?" Schiller picked up the book next to him and took a look.
"We need to open his abdomen." Strange took out the scalpel again, adjusted the position of his gloves, and then said, "Give him an injection of anesthetic, and then go get the insect trap..."
Schiller prepared another injection of Datura anesthetic, this time reducing the dosage slightly to prevent the patient from being poisoned. After the injection, the patient soon became motionless, but was still breathing, which seemed to indicate that the anesthesia was successful.
Schiller did not take the insect trap from the treatment manual, which had to be opened and locked. He simply took the pliers and said, "You throw the insects over here and I'll burn them in the fireplace. It's quick and easy."
Strange glanced at the fireplace, said nothing, and started working with the knife.
He first made a shallow scratch, as if to locate the wound. But the moment the skin was weakened, two black worms like earthworms crawled out. Strange picked them out with a knife and threw them on the ground in disgust, and Schiller picked them up and threw them into the fireplace.
He leaned over to look at the door, made an "OK" gesture to Strange, and then said, "The head nurse is not here, continue."
Strange seemed to be so disgusted by the bugs that he lost his patience. He threw away the small scalpel in his hand, took out the big knife he used to remove bones, and cut open the entire abdominal cavity with one knife.
This was an explosion of worms, and Strange couldn't dodge in time, so the worms sprayed directly onto his body.
"Damn it! Get away!! Get away!!! Damn bugs!!!" Strange danced with his hands and tried to get the bugs off his body.
Schiller rushed over to help him swat the bugs off his body. Strange rushed to the sink and retched. Schiller took the sulfuric acid in the flask next to him and poured it directly into the patient's abdominal cavity.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"
Datura is not a real anesthetic and cannot achieve the same effect as modern anesthetics. The patient woke up from the severe pain of abdominal corrosion and let out a terrible scream.
Schiller suddenly turned his head to look at the observation window, and hurriedly stepped on the surviving bug to death, and shouted to Strange: "Stop vomiting! Come over here and treat it!"
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the door. Schiller dodged and blocked the patient's abdomen. The nurse's eyes appeared in the observation window.
"Hello, ma'am."
"What are you doing?! Why is the patient screaming so miserably?!"
"The anesthetic has worn off. We'll refill it right away!" Schiller said hurriedly. "It won't be long, ma'am. It will be over soon!"
The nurse was skeptical, but Schiller took a deep breath, picked up the scalpel that Strange had thrown away, and stabbed his chest.
"Pfft!"
"Okay, ma'am, it's quiet now."
(End of this chapter)