Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4327 - 3423: Divine Doctor with Wonderful Hands (30)

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If one ignored the jingling of the money pouch in Shiller's arms, his words would indeed seem quite sincere. And if one further considered the pliers in his hand, his words became truly touching.

Looking at the two men in front of him who were almost identical, Raven thought back on his recent series of encounters and felt that the hospital indeed needed a more dedicated front desk attendant.

Wood was his old buddy, but as the saying goes, the old don't leave until the new arrive.

"All right," said Raven, "but I can't interfere with the will of the hospital; you have to make it accept you."

"How do I make it accept me?"

Raven paused for a moment, speaking with a somewhat meaningful tone: "Since you've already guessed something, then go ahead and do as you've guessed. In general, just do good work."

After saying this, he flew away in a hurry. He flew so fast that he didn't care even when two feathers fell off. It was clear how eager he was to get away from these two.

The two Shillers looked at each other. Shiller was the first to speak: "Do you think Wood can come back?"

"What do you think?"

"As far as I know, Westchester isn't exactly close to here," Shiller stroked his chin and said, "It's a long journey full of dangers, the chances of making it here successfully aren't very high."

"Our respected nurse lady thinks so too." Arrogant nodded and said, "You'll meet her soon enough."

Arrogant headed down the corridor back to his operating room. Shiller, meanwhile, waited in the guide's office. It wasn't long before the office was shut down, and its windows were obscured by an unknown shadow. After a spell of darkness, the furniture was restored to normal.

If Bear Caregiver didn't refuse furniture as payment, Shiller would have found a new way to riches.

Shiller sat down at the counter behind the glass, looking at several drawers under the desk. One of them was clearly meant for money, but Shiller didn't put the cash in there, instead, he wore it on his body.

Soon after, a red-haired figure jumped out from a pipe. Shiller looked up to see Natasha's stunning visage.

"Long time no see, lady. You still look radiant and gorgeous." Shiller stepped out from behind the counter and embraced Natasha. Indeed, they hadn't seen each other for a while. Perhaps due to the recent good rest, Natasha's glowing complexion made her look even more beautiful.

The female agent smiled and said: "You're not too bad yourself. I heard from Arrogant that you've made a bag of money, but you're only willing to give him 30 silver coins."

"That's already a lot, okay? He did nothing and still wants a share of my money..."

"What I mean is, you're actually willing to give him 30. How many would you be willing to give me?"

"At least one gold coin, lady," Shiller said as he pulled out a chair for Natasha, "for your beauty and strength."

"Enough of that. You even got rid of that front desk, living up to your reputation of being my good doctor," Natasha praised, giving Shiller a thumbs up. Shiller smiled.

"However, I've also heard from another you that what you got rid of was just a puppet, they will send a new one. We can't let them have an easy time, right?"

"Of course. If I may ask, are you a witch?"

"You should have guessed already," Natasha looked a bit helplessly at Greed and said, "You knew I was mixing the dream potion, yet bought up all the sulfur, we almost had an accident."

"Uh..."

"But why did you buy so much sulfur?" Natasha asked puzzledly, "Since you could guess that we were mixing the dream potion, you should have already known it was me. Why do you still have to target me specifically?"

Shiller sat down beside her, propped up one leg, and rested his hands on his knee, then said: "Since you're a Soviet agent, I assumed you have decent chemistry skills. Do you know what sulfur can be used to make?"

"To produce... sulfuric acid?"

When Natasha turned her head to look at Shiller, he also turned to look at her, his expression calm, his gaze innocent, and he nodded silently.

The female agent sighed deeply and said: "I should have known."

"You didn't also use this method to... uh... cover up your entertainment activities in your college days, did you?"

Shiller obviously liked how Natasha phrased it, but he still shook his head and said: "No, that's a bit too primitive. Modern society offers better choices."

"I won't ask what that is then," Natasha stood up and said, "I will take care of the teams coming from Westchester, try to make some trouble for them. But they might still come, and then it's up to you guys to deal with that."

"Are you going to meet with Batman?" Shiller was referring to Arkham Batman.

"Yes. He's a bounty hunter investigating the truth behind the plague outbreak in this town. He should have some clues by now, and I'm going to exchange information with him."

"Good luck, lady."

After seeing Natasha off, Shiller reopened the door to the guide's office. A throng of patients had already gathered outside. Seeing an unfamiliar face, they were momentarily stunned.

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"Alright, friends. Wood had something come up, so I'm taking over. Everyone follow me inside."

In the crowd, Shiller spotted a familiar figure. He called out his name: "Jarvis?"

The young man with a mechanical leg and mechanical arm nodded but didn't say much, clearly not wanting to expose his identity.

"Now, come and line up," Shiller walked behind the counter, told them through the glass, "No fighting, no cutting in line. Come forward one by one and describe your symptoms. I'll give you a number. When your number is called, wait in front of the pipes. Enter the one that lights up."

Shiller had found a set of controls behind the counter, then realized that the guide outside had no way to control the opening and closing of the tubes. Otherwise, Wood wouldn't have been unable to stop him.

Tubes in need of treatment would light up, meaning the doctor inside had pulled the lever, calling for a patient. The guide could verbally direct patients to which tube to approach, but they could also let patients choose for themselves.

Clearly, Wood knew how to direct people. Shiller didn't want to tire himself out, so he decided to let some less serious patients pick for themselves, and he would distribute those with special symptoms.

On the adjacent file shelf lay the doctors' profiles, their faces blurred, but it mentioned which operating room they were in, what surgeries they specialized in, and their success rates.

Though their faces were unclear, Shiller still managed to identify himself, Strange, and Batman.

Then he discovered that he and Strange were not the most outrageous quacks in this hospital – Arrogant and Batman were.

"Damn it, both of their healing rates are zero! Zero!"

Even if they hadn't upgraded their operating rooms and didn't have the minimum healing requirements, they should've healed at least a dozen patients after so many days. But not a single one came out alive!

Not just them, other operating rooms weren't doing much better. The healing rates were hovering around ten percent. There's always someone better in a world of the strong.

Shiller no longer felt that Strange was too optimistic about his skills, rather he thought he had been too pessimistic. They were simply divine doctors!

No wonder with so many deaths, no one came after them; it turns out this hospital is full of powerful people everywhere.

Then he remembered what Raven had said: "They're getting stronger and stronger." Shiller couldn't help but think: "With your shitty medical system, won't that furnace be choked to death?"

"Don't you know why the collective evil spirit of the victims is getting stronger?"

But thinking about it, unless there are other players among the other doctors, the odds that they're precisely doctors is too low. This is what happens when ordinary people try to cure diseases. And in this era, without Baidu, even one out of ten couldn't be healed.

After ranting in his mind for a while, Shiller began to focus on work. He indeed didn't intend to kill everyone but was earnestly analyzing illnesses and assigning doctors.

It's not that he was kind; he had realized that neither the little girl's evil spirit nor the collective spirit of the victims was good news.

The persecution of that little girl back then was indeed tragic, but it's hard to say how much she still resembled a human after becoming an evil spirit. Most of it is just an evil obsession.

And the collective body of evil spirits deserved it. Although the evil deeds may have been committed by their ancestors, they did not know. But this is a magical world; knowing that evil spirits might arise yet still persecuting someone, having such foolish ancestors, it's natural selection if their descendants don't survive.

In summary, Shiller had no intention of helping either side. He knew that although Arrogant talked about saving the little girl, it was just talk. They were the ones who fed the furnace the most.

So the best course of action at present is to balance the power between the little girl and the victims, let them struggle indefinitely, and neither side can gain the upper hand, keeping the hospital calm.

This will buy time for development for them. Batman must have already started climbing the technological ladder, and Iron Man wouldn't be far behind. Once they develop, they'll hold the guns. Then, how the story goes won't be up to the evil spirits.

Shiller sat behind the counter and watched a woman with large black tentacles embedded in her head approach.

"Eyeball-hypertrophy tentacle disease." After taking a quick glance, Shiller swiftly wrote down a few lines on a piece of paper, in Latin in case other doctors couldn't understand, and handed it to the woman, directing her to wait on the side.

Next came a half-dragon whose head had turned into a green crystal and was covered with scales. Shiller glanced at him and then gestured for him to come closer.

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"It seems to be a variant of Ore Disease... but it's not easy to be certain, you wait a moment," Shiller told him to wait on the other side.

Just then, a group of people rushed in, panicking. They were carrying a makeshift stretcher with someone on it.

"Make way, emergency situation!"

Shiller looked up and saw that this group was dressed in police uniforms. Ordinary people nearby didn't dare to provoke them. Shiller quickly stood up from behind the counter and looked at the patient on the stretcher.

What was lying on the stretcher couldn't be called a person anymore, rather a stone sculpture. Shiller knew what it was at a glance.

He waved his hand to clear the crowd, approached a tube, and shouted, "I'm the new guide, we have an emergency! The patient has early-stage Ore Disease petrifaction variant, vital signs stable, breathing frequency sometimes abnormal, ready for admission!"

Wanda at the end of the tube was just about to respond when Strange quickly covered her mouth, then shouted toward the tube, "No beds available! Take them to the next one!"

After letting go, Wanda looked at Strange puzzledly, and Strange explained, "Remember one thing when you intern at a hospital in the future - the only difference between an emergency and a swindler is that a swindler occasionally tells the truth!"