Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4333 - 3428: Divine Doctor with Wonderful Hands (35)

A patient curiously asked, "What happened? Is there something wrong with this ward?"

"Nothing. Two scientists are contributing to the advancement of global technology," Shiller said while writing prescriptions, "There might be some slight tremors later, just act like nothing has happened."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a "bang" was heard. The entire hospital shook briefly.

"Don't panic, don't panic! The hospital is under construction! That's the sound of a power hammer. Everyone stay calm and line up!"

The patients were momentarily flustered but soon settled down. Shiller, Strange, Wanda, and Jarvis huddled together for a discussion and agreed that the current situation was not sustainable. They needed to switch to a modern hospital management style.

Normally, hospital management from different eras cannot be directly transplanted, but the departmentalized management model of modern hospitals has indeed been tested time and again as the most efficient method. The current mix was not beneficial for improving doctors' proficiency or reducing patients' waiting times.

Shiller and Strange spent some time to collect statistics on the success rates of various surgeries, and simply divided them into six departments: three internal medicine and three surgery. Then, they assigned doctors to different departments according to their specialties.

Initially, the doctors were reluctant to change. They felt that the current situation was quite good and saw no need for additional effort. However, Shiller eventually persuaded everyone to work according to the established departments and shift schedules.

The main reason they were convinced was that although everyone was able to complete their healing tasks, the injuries sustained in the dreams were not something they could recover from. For the majority, their dream scenarios had progressed to the point just before their tongues were cut off, and a few unlucky ones had already had their tongues severed.

As the punishments within the dreams intensified step by step, the doctors not only had to heal their patients but also had to ensure their own safety. At this time, Shiller stepped forward with a solution, and they had no choice but to listen to him.

Shiller's method was simple, just do again what Arrogance had done to kick the Evil spirit out of the dream.

In order to save the doctors' lives, Shiller specially set up a psychiatrist's office, outside the six departments, for Arrogance to perform hypnosis on the doctors.

Batman has a strong will, but those doctors who had lasted until now weren't any less capable. With the help of Arrogance, most of them could also tug-of-war with the source of the dreams for a few rounds.

Especially since they were numerous, continuously decompiling the same memory, the little girl couldn't handle it, and had no choice but to temporarily kick out the most troublesome few.

Shiller made a very strict shift schedule for the doctors, mainly including three sections: work, rest, and psychological therapy.

This ensured that there were always at least three doctors harassing the Evil spirit in the dream, always maintaining an outnumbering situation. Even if they ultimately couldn't defeat the Evil spirit, they would wear her down significantly. If not real damage, they could at least leave some psychological scars.

Nearing evening, Shiller called to remind the doctors to change shifts. Two doctors came out of the psychiatrist's office and returned to their wards, while two other doctors came out of the corridor, ready to go to the psychiatrist's office for their shift.

Hearing the corridor opening, Shiller instinctively turned his head, only to see a familiar face.

"Loki?!" Shiller exclaimed, "What brings you here?"

Loki approached with a smile, leaning on the counter as he said, "When I first heard you were called Doctor Schiller, I didn't quite believe it, but here you are."

"Looks like it's all familiar faces this time," Shiller said as he finished a document and pinned it, then asked, "Are you really on the same team as your brother?"

"Of course, what's the problem?"

"I can hardly imagine what you've been through these days."

Loki shrugged and said, "Although Thor isn't good for any delicate work, he is strong..."

Shiller took a doctor's file from nearby, glanced at it and said, "Ward 21, third from the bottom in healing rates."

"That's because I've spent the past few days exploring the rules," Loki said, flipping his hand in explanation.

"So, what did you find out?"

"The most important thing I've figured out is that besides healing all patients, you can also choose to beat up all the threats. That's the benefit of playing games with Thor. He beat up all the monsters that appeared for breaking the rules. Isn't that a way to clear the level too?"

Shiller rolled his eyes slightly. Among the brothers, it wasn't just Thor who had an incorrect understanding of Loki; Loki was also fully "filtering" Thor. Shiller could only choose to respect and send good wishes their way.

"Alright. You don't have to go to the psychiatrist's office, I'll notify the next person," said Shiller as he turned to dial a number, then added, "You come to guide patients, we are short a nurse to transport critical patients, let Thor do it."

"A guide? Are you sure? I'm not human. How would I know what diseases you all could have?"

"How many humans do you see here?"

Loki choked, looking around. Most of the breathing creatures had animal heads, there were Fantasy Species much taller and shorter than humans, but hardly any humans.

"Then I don't know how to assign them to operating rooms," Loki said, pointing at one of the people lying on the ground.

However, Shiller didn't even bother to look, instead, he pulled Loki behind the counter, saying, "That's not important. This job is perfect for you."

"Why?"

"Do you remember what your divine role is?"

"God of Mischief, what about it?"

"Exactly," Shiller said with a snap of his fingers, "Just go back to your old profession."

"What?"

"Find every possible way to get the patient admitted to the operating room. It's that simple," Shiller said. "Let me demonstrate for you."

After finishing his words, he stood up and glanced at the patient lying beside him, picked up the phone and said to the other end, "Whirlpool syndrome cartilage mutation subtype. The patient's limbs are intact..."

Loki tilted his head and looked at the patient lying on the floor. Indeed, it seemed like Whirlpool syndrome. As for the limbs... the number was also correct, indeed there were four big curls.

"The limbs show slight curling at the ends..."

Loki took a closer look. He did not know what Shiller meant by "slight," since he didn't even see the ends of any limbs.

"Breathing is stable, and the patient is conscious and communicative..."

Hearing this, Loki really found it a bit hard to hold back.

The premise of stable breathing should be having breathing at all, no? Loki had been staring for a long time and did not see the person's chest move in the slightest. As for being communicative, only a psychiatrist like him could claim to communicate directly with patients through brain waves.

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Regardless, somehow the patient was successfully stuffed into a corridor. Loki vaguely heard swearing from the other end.

But Shiller just stood up, then pointed to his own seat, indicating for Loki to sit and said, "How about that? Isn't this job a perfect fit for you?"

Loki did take a seat, but he still muttered, "Even the God of Mischief has principles; lying is nine parts false and one part true. When it's all false, that's just spouting nonsense..."

Loki gave Thor a call. Before long, Thor also came out. Shiller went up and hugged him, then said, "Long time no see, how's Sif doing?"

"Not bad, she's been restless since she got pregnant. She ran off with the patrol fleet several times, but the cosmos has been unease lately, so she's been working in Asgard."

Shiller sized up Thor and found that he was still the same: a robust and wild Big guy, though a bit more restrained and possessing more regal dignity compared to other cosmic Thors.

Shiller began to introduce the nurse duties to him. He said, "Patients carried in on stretchers are always placed here. You need to help transport them; those who are severely immobile and can't move at all can skip the line, just take them straight to the counter."

"Sometimes there can be disturbances in the queue, and you're also responsible for maintaining order. Don't let them disrupt Loki's work, and if someone rushes in causing trouble, just throw them out."

Thor clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me; no one can make trouble here."

After both of them started working, the original ward became Strange's exclusive operating room. Wanda assisted him.

Before they knew it, evening arrived. Since they had been warned earlier, most of the patients had voluntarily left. Those who didn't want to leave were also driven out. Everyone else went to the rest area to rest, leaving only Shiller on the night shift.

His main job tonight was expanding the hospital.

Of course, he couldn't expand it alone. The hospital was controlled by evil spirits, and to expand, one naturally had to get the evil spirits' consent.

Shiller thought that after so many changes, the evil spirits should have seen the light by now. Stubborn resistance wasn't a solution; positive cooperation was the way forward.

Anyway, the evil spirits were supposed to appear to push the plot along, so he might as well take this opportunity to have a good talk with them and persuade them to help run the hospital. Wouldn't that be better than appearing only once every few decades?

Plus, Shiller had some questions he wanted to understand, such as what was the deal with the little boy in his dream, and what was Dr. Foster's relationship to all this.

As darkness fell, the hospital became even quieter. The noise from the corridor faded away. Without the torment of terrible dreams, most people chose to rest properly.

Shiller was organizing the day's medical cases. The case reports collected by the hospital nurses would be passed through an opening in the wall. Most of the cases written by the doctors were not very professional, but he could roughly understand what they meant.

As he was engrossed in reading the case reports, he heard the hospital's main door creak open. White fog started to rise from the floor. Burn marks crawled up the walls, spreading until even the ceiling turned black.

Shiller watched all this, and after a while offered an evaluation: "Not as good as Silent Hill."

A dark figure emerged in the corner of the room. A pair of eyes emitting a faint blue glow stared at Shiller's counter.

Suddenly, a ghostly face appeared on the glass of the counter.

Shiller was not completely immune to fear; he was just well-prepared. This level of jump scare was not enough to frighten him. If anything, it would have been more intimidating if that ghostly face showed up in his cash drawer.

But the evil spirit seemed unable to comprehend Shiller's logic. Discovering that its scare tactics were ineffective, it walked out from the corner, trying to use its terrifying appearance to frighten Shiller.

What came out from the corner was a burnt corpse beyond recognition, apparently that of a little girl around seven or eight years old. Her limbs were twisted, and she hobbled forward while emitting a piercing wail. The whole hospital trembled with her mournful cries.

Working at the Hospital was under the control of evil spirits, and to expand, it naturally required the evil spirits' consent.

Shiller figured that after so many changes, the evil spirits should also be more enlightened. Being stubbornly resistant wasn't the way; active cooperation was the right path.

Anyway, the evil spirit was supposed to appear in order to drive the plot forward, so he might as well take this opportunity to have a good talk with it. Convincing it to cooperate in running the hospital was surely better than letting it emerge only once every few decades?

Moreover, Shiller had some issues he wanted to clarify, such as what was the story with that little boy in his dream, and what relation Dr. Foster had to all of this.

As night fell, the hospital became even quieter. The noisy sounds from the corridor dissipated. Free from the torment of horrific dreams, most people chose to properly rest.

Shiller was organizing the day's medical cases. The case forms collected by the wandering nurses in the hospital were sent through an opening in the wall. Most of the cases written by the doctors weren't very professional, but he could more or less understand what they meant.

While he was thoroughly engrossed in reading the case forms, he heard the hospital's main door creak open. White fog began to rise from the floor. Scorch marks crawled up the walls, continuously climbing until the ceiling too was tainted black.

Shiller observed everything and after a while assessed, "Not as good as Silent Hill."

A dark figure appeared in the corner of the room. A pair of eyes emitting a gloomy blue light stared intently at Shiller's counter.

Suddenly, a ghostly face emerged abruptly on the glass of the counter.

Shiller wasn't completely unaffected by fear, but he was prepared for such scenarios. This level of jumpscare was not enough to scare him. If one had to put it in some way, having that ghostly face pop up in his cash drawer might have been more intimidating.

But the evil spirit quite clearly did not grasp Shiller's logic. Realizing that its scare attempt was futile, it emerged from the corner aiming to frighten Shiller with its horrifying appearance.

Stepping out from the corner was a charred corpse, its features completely distorted—a little girl approximately seven or eight years old. She moved with a twisted, limping gait, letting out ear-piercing screams. The entire hospital seemed to tremble with her wailing.

This special effect was beyond what Shiller expected, but he instinctively picked up whatever was at hand and threw it, then said, "Scream all you want, but don't shake the floor. Or else..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure burst cursing from the pipes, roaring, "Shiller what are you doing! Why do you have to disrupt my critical experimental phase?! That's the part I've hammered out all afternoon!!!"

Without a second glance, he threw the wrench in his hand directly at the source of the screams.

"Clang!"

"...Or else a science monster will come out and give you a good beating."