Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4332 - 3427: Marvelous Hands Divine Doctor (34)

Shiller collected the money from Deer Mother. The ward where Strange was scheduled to operate was vacant, so the little girl went straight in for surgery.

The so-called Ear Canal Perforation Syndrome is actually the sudden appearance of a cavity in the brain that allows direct passage from the left ear to the right ear. This disease, which sounds lethal, is not much of an issue in this world. It only requires a sponge soaked in a specially formulated medicinal solution to fill the cavity, followed by a waiting period.

Filling the cavity is actually quite troublesome, because it can only be done through the ear canal. One careless move could easily turn the brain into mush. However, this is routine for neurosurgeons. They can perform surgery through any opening in the skull.

Strange is especially adept at this, completing the entire surgical process in less than an hour. When the little girl came out of the tube, her head was completely wrapped in gauze. Shiller wrote a medical order and handed it to the waiting mother, then orally instructed: "The sponge has not yet been removed. Do not chew or swallow within 48 hours. You can drink some sugar water, and come back in two days to have the sponge taken out. If the cavity filling rate exceeds eighty percent, then it's considered healed."

The mother and daughter exchanged whispers softly. The daughter kept shaking her head, indicating she didn't know anything and didn't feel anything. After thanking Shiller profusely and leaving money, the mother and daughter left.

Shiller collected the silver coins on the counter. When he looked up, he found that there was already a long queue in front, all patients wanting to schedule surgery with Strange. Most of them had brain-related diseases.

Shiller registered their diseases one by one and calculated the time, finding that if Strange worked 10 hours a day, it would take at least a week to treat these patients. This was too slow.

He recalled what Strange had told him before. At the Elders Council Hospital, the insignificant procedures were done by the common doctors, and Strange only dealt with the critical parts. This greatly improved efficiency.

Looking over the symptoms of the registered patients, Shiller realized that many indeed required some preliminary treatment. For example, the cerebral differentiation of Ore Disease required the removal of excrescences outside the skull, and eyeball rotation needed the eyelids to be cut first. These preliminary treatments could be done in many operating rooms; there was no need to burden Strange with all of them.

Now that there was telephoning, Shiller could communicate in real time with various wards. So he simply told the patients the treatments they needed before sending them in.

These laymen had a good grasp of their professional level. If they could avoid doing the difficult parts, it was all the better. Just by doing some simple preliminary treatments, they could be considered to have cured a patient. In the end, they too would benefit.

So, after registering the patients, Shiller sent those who required preliminary treatments to other wards, especially to those that had been upgraded, to stay in their hospital rooms first. When Strange had time to spare, they would be transferred over to complete the critical parts.

While this increased efficiency a bit, the biggest problem was that Strange was just one person. The Hand of God also had only one pair of hands. No matter how fast he worked, there was always a long queue behind him.

The upgraded wards were few to begin with, and the beds in the hospital rooms were even scarcer. Now they were basically all full. Strange was working non-stop around the clock and still couldn't keep up.

Shiller really couldn't take it anymore. He called the room where Arrogant was, then said: "Let Batman pick up the phone."

"He's doing an experiment. What's up?"

"I need to speak to him, just let him take the call."

Soon, footsteps could be heard. Batman's deep voice came through on the other end of the phone. Shiller said: "I remember you have first aid experience."

"Yes, I do. But it's limited to emergency treatment."

"Then you need to hurry up and learn surgical techniques from Strange now, and strive to become the second Hand of God within two hours. Hurry!"

"...What?"

"Alright. Let me put it another way. Batman, the student whose learning ability is ridiculously strong, you now have an opportunity to learn surgical techniques from the world's best neurosurgeon for just 20 silver coins. How about it?"

"20 silver coins? It seems like you're really talking nonsense." Arrogant's voice came from the other end, saying: "How much are you paying Strange?"

"I only gave him 10."

"Definitely more than that. You must have taken at least 20 from the patients and then gave him 15. You want us to help you and we have to pay you?"

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"But Batman has acquired a learning opportunity!"

"That's not something you provided him. If he decides to go to Strange's ward now, could you really stop him?"

Shiller was choked up for a moment, then said: "Can't you guys be less brutish? Fine fine, the 20 coins from the patient, we'll split it evenly. I'll take nothing, okay?"

"You have a new way to make money?"

"Arrogant! Why do you always misunderstand me so? Can't I just be willing to devote myself to saving lives and helping the injured?"

"Heh, and why can't Earth just be flat?"

After some negotiation, they finally reached an agreement. Batman could learn surgical skills from Strange for free. However, even if Batman learned them almost perfectly, there was still a gap in proficiency. Strange would take 12 coins, Batman 8.

Before Batman could even get there, Shiller encountered a new problem. Strange called him and said: "Can you figure out a way to get Tony out of here? He's about to turn this place into a steel mill!"

Shiller hadn't been back to his own operating room in a long time, and he didn't know what it looked like inside. So he let Jarvis be in charge for a while, and went back to check it out.

It didn't matter that he hadn't returned, but as soon as he did, he was dumbfounded.

What the hell happened here? Is this still an operating room?

Apart from the original sickbed, the room was full of blast furnaces, conveyor belts, storage boxes, and forging tables. In just a few days, it had gone straight from a regular hospital to an exotic planet factory.

Stark was still there looking pleased with himself. With the help of various potions, his wounds had healed quite quickly. Now he could walk freely. As he twisted parts on the crafting table, he waited for materials to come over on the conveyor belt.

As soon as Shiller landed, he saw Stark's latest masterpiece—did he freaking steal this from an Astarte's battle armor?

The hallway in front had a huge mecha hanging. It wasn't fully completed yet, but it was already 80% done. It looked somewhat like the Hulkbuster armor created by Iron Man from another universe. But because it appeared to be made of brass alloy and incorporated steam technology, it looked particularly fierce and rugged.

"How about that? Not bad, right?" Stark, holding a wrench next to the mecha, said, "Still in testing, but I plan to call it Steam 1..."

Shiller could fully understand Strange's breakdown now. He didn't even want to think about how much noise Stark must have made during the creation of this thing.

In such an environment, to complete surgeries with high efficiency, Shiller could only see Strange's efforts and sweat on Steam 1.

Real sweat, for Shiller felt that the temperature in the room was close to 50 degrees Celsius. He started to sweat profusely after being inside for a while.

Shiller couldn't manage too much, he hurriedly transferred Strange out first. Such a precious doctor couldn't afford any mishap. Wanda was also sent out first, after all, there were so many patients waiting outside. Jarvis might not be able to cope with it.

Then, after walking around the mecha, he said, "Where did you get all this metal from? The bits growing out of the ore disease patients can't be enough, right?"

Shiller looked back at the rack holding surgical tools and didn't notice anything missing. So how did Stark conjure up so much brass out of thin air?

As a result, when he walked into the rest area, he understood—it had turned from an exotic planet factory into the Deep Rock Galaxy.

Stark had directly dug underneath the hospital. Right beneath the hospital was a vein of brass ore. Shiller had thought that the mineral resources of this world should be relatively abundant, but he didn't expect them to be this rich. They dug no more than 10 meters deep to find high-concentration metal ore, no wonder nobody deliberately spread the ore disease to produce metal ores.

Picking up Stark was like picking up a ghost for the evil spirit. In a few days, this place would turn into Afghan Mine Cave 2.0. The Iron Man of different worlds will make a grand entrance.

Just when Shiller thought this was everything, Stark once again refreshed Shiller's view of his research capability. Stark unbuttoned the front of his shirt, and there appeared another Ark Reactor.

Shiller was really speechless. Watching Stark proudly showing it off, he just wanted to pry open his skull to see how much water was poured in there.

"Do you really need to cut a hole in your chest?" Shiller asked.

Stark waved his hand indifferently and said, "You don't understand, I found the hospital's fireplace very interesting. The heat comes not from the flames but from a peculiar spirit entity."

Stark reached out and pulled the central core of the metal structure on his chest. It was then that Shiller could see there was a flame dancing constantly at the heart of the cone-shaped crystal.

"The spirits reside in flames. Any contact with or movement of the flames causes their reaction. I used this principle to compress them into the crystal, becoming the energy source for me and this mecha..."

Shiller looked at the crystal in Stark's hands, somewhat shocked. He didn't actually strip the evil spirit from the fireplace to stew it, did he?

Shiller turned his head to look at the fireplace and then noticed that the firelight was very faint. He looked at the fireplace, wanting to say something but hesitated.

"So you've noticed this as well." Another deep voice came from behind Shiller. He turned and saw the figure of Batman.

"I also discovered the unusual energy in the fireplace and tried to use this world's special metals to conduct the energy. But there was too much energy loss during the transfer..."

"How did you smelt the brass, just by burning it? That won't do." Stark shook his finger and said, "During the smelting process, you have to add sulfur and saltpetre. Then, the metal has to undergo repeated forging, pressing, and pickling..."

"Great." Looking at Batman who had also reached the control console, Shiller thought, now they've not only lost a surgeon but gained a mad steampunk scientist.

He couldn't stay in this room any longer. Shiller tiptoed toward the entrance of the passage. Just as he was about to slip away along the corridor, he heard Stark calling from behind, "Shiller! Come here and help me with something..."

"I can't help you." Shiller responded quickly, "There's a bunch of patients waiting for me outside. I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for Stark to say anything, Shiller left the operating room at the fastest speed through the corridor, and immediately hung a "No Patients Allowed" sign on this operating room at the triage area.