PFC Chapter 3377 Miraculous Doctor (21)
Chapter 3377 Miraculous Doctor (21)
Chapter 3377 Miraculous Doctor (Twenty-one)
Looking at the furnace that Schiller had built, Strange couldn't help but say, "It's a shame to let you play this game for free."
About half an hour ago, Schiller unpacked all the boxes and sorted the materials into categories, then worked with Wanda to dismantle the original fireplace.
The structure of the fireplace is: there is a flame at the bottom and a long flue at the top. The smoke from the flame burning the firewood can be discharged outside the house through the flue.
As we all know, the most primitive method of refining minerals is to use fire. However, there are also some requirements for fire. In the absence of modern machine tools, the most efficient method is the primitive blast furnace.
The so-called primitive blast furnace is actually a very tall chimney. There is no need to explain the specific principle in detail. Anyway, the appearance looks similar to a fireplace, and this fireplace can be used with a slight modification.
Because the ward is quite old, it uses a relatively old brick fireplace, which is actually very easy to dismantle. Basically, just knock a few bricks loose, and there is no need to worry about the others.
The two men worked together to knock down the outside of the fireplace, and Schiller used the purchased materials to transform it into a slightly crude primitive blast furnace.
But in fact, the appearance is not important. The most important factor in blast furnace ironmaking is temperature. As long as the temperature is up to standard and the ore is pure enough, metal can be produced.
In fact, Schiller suspected that even without a blast furnace, the temperature of the flame should be able to directly refine metal. He made such a big fuss, in fact, it was mainly to warn the monster behind the fireplace wall: our operating room is about to start the first industrial revolution, if you are smart, keep quiet, otherwise you will be finished.
When it was almost done, Schiller built a bellows next to it, and Wanda directly set up an automatic pressing magic to blow the flame in the fireplace even more vigorously.
The ironmaking equipment was ready, and the next thing to solve was naturally the raw materials. But coincidentally, there was a disease in this world called ore disease, which simply means that ores would grow everywhere on the body.
The types of ores are not fixed. Some are crystals, but some are metal ores. Schiller has encountered both types of patients with oripathy. The metal ores in the oripathy patients are similar to brass, which is the raw material for test tubes and some tools in the laboratory.
Schiller had tested it before. The brass in this world is very strong. The brass metal pliers can hit a person's head just like a watermelon. The test tube is also durable and corrosion-resistant.
Schiller left behind minerals, which are tiny clusters of minerals that grow in the patient's body, which can be called the pathogen of mineral disease. The warm internal organs of carbon-based organisms are their best growth environment.
Acute mineral sickness progresses very quickly, and within 12 hours, the patient will die from whole body mineralization. At the time of death, the whole body will be covered with mineral clusters.
It’s just because there is magic in this world and it’s too easy to mine the minerals underground, so no one wants to build a carbon-based biological mineral farm.
Since Schiller was trapped here, he could only take this method. Although it was not very efficient, it was Schiller's favorite no-cost business.
Strange had no problem with this, since these patients would have died sooner or later anyway. Wanda had some complaints, but only because she didn't want so many people to die on her first day at work.
Schiller assured her that he would only use patients who could not be saved as petri dishes for the ore. But in fact, the earlier the patient died, the earlier the mineralization would be completed, which was more efficient.
After lunch break, the three of them started working again. Strange was busy saving people, Schiller was busy killing people, and Wanda was busy cleaning tools, mixing medicines, maintaining hygiene, and comforting patients...
All I can say is that in the fighting world, every player has something to do.
As evening approached, they had achieved remarkable results. They received a total of 11 patients that afternoon, successfully resuscitated 8 of them, and the three who died became containers for Schiller to cultivate ore.
Because they needed to cultivate the ore, the body couldn't be disposed of. Although the temperature in the room wasn't high, the unmineralized parts of the body were still gradually rotting. Before Strange and Wanda could complain, Schiller couldn't stand it anymore.
The smell was not a big deal, but the problem was that it took up too much space. The operating room was not big to begin with, and with three bodies placed there, there was almost no room to step. The expansion of the operating room was imminent.
Although Schiller knew that the normal process of the game was to expand the operating room in order to treat more patients, it was not consistent with his current goal, but it was completely opposite.
But don’t worry about the reason for pushing the game process forward, just say whether it is pushed forward or not.
After the evening bell rang, Schiller stopped the nurse who came to check on us, handed him the completed report, and then pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "What's wrong with the guide? Why do they always send us those difficult patients?"
"You have offended Wood." The nurse said, "I have warned you not to listen to the crazy words of those patients..."
"It's not that we offended him, but he wanted to offend us." Schiller said relentlessly, "We just rested for a few more minutes, and he sent monsters to kill us. I just hit that guy on the head a few times, which was already a great favor to him..."
The nurse seemed to have never seen such an arrogant person before, and was speechless for a moment. Schiller quickly said, "Okay, I don't want to argue with him. But he brings so many difficult patients here, and we don't have enough operating tables. What should we do?"
"Would you like a bigger operating room?"
"No, we want this one. But we have to find a way to put a few more operating tables here. Otherwise, how can we work?"
After several communications with the nurse, Schiller has found that the nurse is quite conscientious. Although the painting style is a bit scary, she is still willing to help as long as it can make the hospital run better.
"I will inform them to expand the room for you," the nurse said, "but I must remind you that after you have an advanced operating room, you must cure a certain number of patients every day, and there will be new rules. Otherwise, it won't be that loser Wood who comes to you..."
"Don't worry." Schiller nodded and said, "Everything is for the purpose of curing diseases and saving lives."
After the nurse left, the three of them prepared to take a nap. They wanted to see if an outsider could enter their dreams.
As it turned out, the refreshing tea that Wanda prepared was so effective that the three of them stared blankly until dawn, unable to fall asleep.
Schiller sighed and said, "Now we don't need to use the props provided by the fireplace to delay the plot. We can just not sleep."
"Didn't you notice that the lights in the room are getting dimmer?" Strange said, "There's a penalty for not sleeping. It's better not to do it all the time."
At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly flickered a few times. Wanda stepped back in fear, and Schiller reached out to support her, signaling her to calm down.
With a "click", the light bulbs and candles went out one after another, and the ward suddenly became pitch dark.
None of the three moved, waiting quietly in the darkness. After about a few dozen seconds, the lights in the operating room came back on.
This is very different now.
The area of the entire operating room was doubled. Six operating tables were neatly placed on the wall opposite the door, and there were four simple stretchers hanging on the wall, and there was an extra door on the left and right sides.
At the same time, the style of the room decoration has changed. It is no longer like the style of a medieval plague doctor. It has obviously moved forward a lot, almost to the 16th or 17th century.
The operating table, equipment table and shelves for bottles and jars opposite the operating table were all made of metal, and the original parchment became normal paper, albeit a little yellowed. At the same time, some more advanced medical equipment also appeared.
The three of them walked towards the door on the right, and after opening it, they found a rest room with a bunk bed and a recliner, as well as a wardrobe and a full-length mirror.
The blast furnace into which the fireplace had been converted was not restored, much to Schiller’s relief.
When the door on the left was pushed open, there were several beds inside, and a simple IV stand was placed next to it. This looked like an inpatient department, probably used to store patients who could not be treated temporarily.
The three of them were very satisfied with the results of the upgrade. Now the work could finally be divided into different areas, and the three of them could take turns to rest without disturbing each other.
Schiller found new paper on the desk in the lounge, which was still full of Latin. This should be the new rule the nurse mentioned.
He read it briefly and found that the dress code had changed. Although they were still required to wear dark robes, they no longer had to wear bird-beak masks, but instead had to wear glasses and a cross, which was in line with the highly connected nature of doctors and clergy in this era.
At the same time, the rules also require doctors to recite a prayer after the patient's death to help his soul go to heaven. If you don't recite it, you will bear the consequences.
Also, a number appeared on the clock hanging in the middle of the wall. This seemed to be the number of patients they had to cure every day. However, the number was currently at 5.
Schiller laughed when he saw this number. This was somewhat disparaging of the Hand of God. They cured at least twice this number yesterday. As long as they didn't care how many people died, they were the most powerful doctors in the world.
In addition, there is an additional passage above the operating table. After Schiller opened the door of the passage, he found that glass bottles and test tubes can be used here. Although the number seems to be limited, it is much more than before, which seems to be one of the upgrade benefits.
Also, on the wall with the door on the right, there is a huge portrait of a man dressed as a priest. In the lower right corner of the portrait is a line of small words: "May there be no more pain in this world - Dr. Foster".
"It seems this is the Hippocrates of their world," Schiller said. "I just don't know when Nightingale will appear."
Wanda was about to say something when she suddenly took a step back. Strange noticed her abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wanda pointed at the portrait and said, "His eyes seemed to move just now."
"what?"
Schiller and Strange both leaned over to take a look, but found nothing different. Wanda was also a little skeptical. She said, "Maybe I'm dazzled, a side effect of the stimulant potion."
"You can go take a nap, ma'am. I mean, go over there and take a nap." Schiller pointed to the left, which was the direction of the inpatient department.
Then he rubbed his hands and said, "The ore has grown, and I'm going to the lounge to smelt the metal. If everything goes well, we will have guns soon."
This is a light medical comedy that is more about everyday life.
The next book is going to another universe. I'm thinking whether it will be Dusk Wolf or Speedy Bullet. Secret Identity is also good. I also want to write Absolute Universe sooner. And Red Son... If this goes on, when will I be able to finish it!!!