OBS Chapter 3359 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3359 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3359 Miraculous Doctor (Part )
The nurse left. Strange finally finished vomiting. There was still some insect mucus on his body. Schiller dipped a towel in the water in the pitcher and wiped him off.
"You're finally doing what an assistant should do." Strange said, and walked over to check on the patient.
"Dead as hell." Strange sighed and said, "Burn it."
In less than five minutes, the two of them were squatting in front of the fireplace again. Strange reflected, "After knowing the time limit, I was too impatient. In fact, if I only opened a small hole and slowly let the bugs out, I should have made it in time."
"I don't know why you suddenly cut it open. You know that thing will run around everywhere." Schiller said as he crushed the sulfur. "Our stock of mandrake and sulfur is limited. I don't know if we can replenish it. We still have to use it sparingly."
"The next one will be absolutely fine," Strange said. "I swear I'll recite the Hippocratic Oath first."
"I can do it too."
"Then recite it now."
"I solemnly swear, uh...I...something to abide by the oath and remain faithful...Shiller Rodriguez hereby honorably makes the promise."
Strange rolled his eyes and said, "How did you manage to forget all the substantive content and only remember the clichés?"
"Because that's all I can promise," Schiller said, spreading his hands. "I promise that I am very serious, loyal and pious."
"To the patient?"
"To God."
"You want God to bless them?"
"I hope God will bless me," Schiller said. "I know God will not bless them."
"How did you know?"
"If God had blessed them, they wouldn't have met me."
Strange couldn't help but applaud him, and then said: "When God takes back his hands, I will tell him the truth."
After that, the two stood up again, ready to welcome the third patient. Strange actually recited the Hippocratic Oath very solemnly.
Unfortunately, the third creature to slide down the passage was not a human.
"God, what is this?! Is it a werewolf?" Schiller leaned over to take a look, and vaguely saw a wolf's face among the mottled blood-stained hair.
The thing lying on the hospital bed is about the same size as a human, but it is covered with hair, has a pointed mouth on its head, and has many sharp teeth in its mouth. Its hands and feet are obviously not what a primate should have, and it does look closer to a canine.
"We should learn from the last lesson and fix it up first, and then plug its mouth." Strange proposed a practical and effective method to increase the success rate.
Schiller also agreed with this method, so he found a rope from the tool rack next to him, tied the limbs of this strange werewolf, and then tied it to the side of the bed.
If it were a human, it might be difficult to gag the wolf, but the wolf's mouth protrudes outward, so all you need to do is tie it up with a rope.
After the werewolf's mouth was blocked, his chest began to rise and fall violently, with frequent tremors and twitches, a bit like coughing.
Schiller touched the blood oozing from the hair near his mouth with his gloved hand and found some powdery crystals.
"It should be stone lung disease." Schiller speculated.
Strange had already taken a metal loudspeaker and placed it against the werewolf's chest, then leaned forward to listen. When he heard the deep breathing sound like a bell, he stood up and said, "I'm afraid it's pulmonary obstruction and calculus. You go and mix the dissolving mist, and I'll do the open biopsy."
"Be careful and don't let him bite you again." Schiller said as he walked towards the inspection table.
The inhaled dissolving mist for treating stone lung disease requires raven blood mixed with wolf bile to be distilled on a distiller, and then the distilled gas is pumped into the respirator through a pipe.
Schiller rummaged through the shelf filled with bottles and jars and soon found a small bottle of raven's blood and a large bottle of she-wolf's bile, both of which smelled bad.
After Schiller mixed the mixture according to the proportions, he put it into the distiller. But when he put it in, he remembered that he had used the distiller to process sulfuric acid before.
Schiller stood in front of the distiller and took a breath. He took a look at the remaining raven blood. The bottle was not big to begin with, and half of it was used up in one go. Now there was only a little left.
"Forget it, werewolves should have much stronger vitality than humans." Schiller said to himself. He started the distiller and connected the pipe.
He took out the breathing mask from the side of the bedside shelf, screwed on the other end of the pipe and sealed it. But when it came to buckling the mask, he had some trouble. After all, the mouth structure of wolves is different from that of humans, and it is difficult to buckle the mask tightly.
Strange obviously saw the problem. He said, "Werewolves should be much more tenacious than humans. Take off the mask and perform a tracheotomy and intubation."
After saying that, he cut an opening right in the middle of the werewolf's neck and inserted the tube directly into it.
In just a few seconds, the werewolf struggled like crazy, almost overturning the operating table. Schiller and Strange both avoided it. After all, if this monster broke free, it would bite whoever it caught. Who knows if it has rabies? They ran away first.
When I came back, the werewolf was no longer moving.
"Why did he die again?" Strange asked his soul-searching question.
But the two of them were not idle, they pulled out the tube and used the old method to destroy the body. This time it was a little more troublesome because the werewolf's hair was everywhere, mixed with blood and stuck to the ground, and Schiller took a long time to clean it up.
Before throwing the torso into the fireplace, Strange opened the chest cavity and checked it, and found that most of the werewolf's lungs were gone. But there was no mention of this symptom in the manual, so he could only shake his head and say, "It seems that he came too late. If he had come earlier, the two of us would definitely be able to save it."
"Yeah, poor little dog," Schiller sighed.
Then he added, "It's no use taking the Hippocratic Oath. Why don't you join me in praying to God? Maybe God will answer us."
Strange threw his paw into the fireplace and was about to say something when he looked around the room in confusion and said, "Do you feel that the light seems to be a little dim?"
Schiller also looked around and said, "I feel fine. I can still see clearly. But the delicate operation of surgery does require good light. How about making a torch?"
Schiller stood up and found whale fat in the bottles and jars. He spread the fat on a strip of cloth and then wrapped it around the pliers to make a simple torch.
Strange pulled the lever down and the next patient was in place.
This time the patient was even more serious, basically a smaller Cthulhu, with a complete octopus head, a human torso and limbs, but with octopus tentacles on his fingers and toes.
"Oh my god, how did I get this job?" Schiller said. "Treat Cthulhu, me?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Strange said, "this time it will work."
Strange first checked the eyes and found nothing abnormal, then checked the mouth. Then he checked the limbs and body fluids. Since the octopus has no hair, he did not check this.
After taking off the octopus man's upper body clothes, Strange listened to the chest sound. After thinking for a while, he said, "There are regular clicking sounds, which may be heart gear cancer. I need to open it and take a look."
After saying that, he opened the chest cavity very neatly, and sure enough, he saw the gears constantly gnawing at the heart. The gears were multiplying little by little, and now they had spread to the lungs.
Strange rolled up his sleeves and said, "This will require manual removal and suturing, and may also require a bypass. Stand over me and wipe my sweat."
This job was simple. Schiller just had to wait next to Strange with a towel. To provide additional light, he held a newly made torch and stood diagonally behind Strange. Whenever he asked him to wipe the sweat, Schiller would help him wipe the sweat from his forehead to prevent it from dripping into his eyes and affecting the operation.
Watching Strange perform surgery was a kind of enjoyment, as there seemed to be some kind of strange law in his operation. Even if he was removing something that had never existed in the real world, he would still do it cleanly and neatly, never cutting off a piece of flesh or touching an extra blood vessel.
The slender fingers flying among the flesh and blood have a bloody but weird beauty. The ugly flesh and the extremely precise operation complement each other, and Strange is as indifferent and calm as ever.
After about ten minutes, most of the gears were removed perfectly without even much bleeding. Only the last gear mother body was left, stuck in a very tricky position.
Strange took a deep breath and with one cut, most of the mother body was dug out.
But at this moment, this strange octopus man woke up. Although he didn't react much, his muscles began to tense up as he regained consciousness, and Strange's knife went astray.
"Don't move!" he yelled, "Add anesthesia! Add anesthesia quickly!!"
Schiller brought another injection, but the body structure of octopuses is different from that of humans, so the injection had no effect. The octopus man was struggling desperately while mumbling something.
Just as Schiller was about to reach out to hold him down, the tentacles on his chin waved and knocked the torch in Schiller's hand away.
The pincers, which were burning red by the flames, smashed directly into his face. The flames ignited the tentacles, and the octopus man let out a terrible scream.
The two men originally wanted to put out the fire, but as they were doing so, a fragrant smell wafted into the air.
What could Schiller do? He had waited for Strange until late at night and hadn't even had a midnight snack. Now that he was here, he couldn't waste it, right?
Ten minutes later, Strange and Schiller squatted beside the fireplace, each holding a skewer of grilled squid tentacles.
"I think there is a big problem with our working method." Schiller sighed and said, "I don't mind, but you are the best surgeon in the world, known as the Hand of God. How can you do your job like this?"
"I was thinking about the question you asked earlier." Strange bit off a squid tentacles and said, "How did the two of us get this job?"
Schiller ate a squid tentacles in one bite, chewed it vigorously in his mouth, and then said: "I fully suspect that I might be a killer. I chose this job because I can kill faster here without being discovered."
"What about me? I should be a miracle doctor." Strange said, "Otherwise I wouldn't be assigned to the same operating room as you."
"Come on, you're not much better." Schiller sprinkled some salt on the squid tentacles and said, "You have a natural talent for killing, seriously."
Strange, who had already finished eating, threw the stick into the fireplace, stood up, clapped his hands and said, "Good doctors are good killers. I'll take that as a compliment."
"Of course. After all, although we two are unscrupulous, we are definitely not quacks."
Breakup Kitchen Special Edition: Breakup Hospital
(End of this chapter)