Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Strange hastily stopped Shiller, but Shiller still circled to the other side and looked at the elf, saying, "He charged you a Gold Coin?!"

The elf's consciousness became clearer. He seemed a little afraid, but still nodded and said, "Yes, actually a few days ago it was only 32 silver coins. But Mr. Wood said that there have been too many patients recently, and if you want to receive Healing, you have to pay more."

"How many silver coins make one Gold Coin?"

"35, why do you ask, sir?"

Shiller took a sharp breath.

"And the silver coin to the copper coin?"

"The same," the elf seemed a bit perplexed, seeming not to understand why the Doctor would ask him this question.

Shiller slammed his fist on the operating table with a "bang": "He pays us only two copper coins per patient! Just two! Even Nick Fury would have to give him a thumbs-up!"

Strange quickly patted his back to calm him, then said, "It's okay. As soon as we find him, we'll split him up and throw him in the stove. Just calm down for now."

Shiller took a deep breath, barely calming down. He returned the elf to the corridor, and this time the money that fell wasn't two copper coins, but five.

Shiller, with a cold face, put the copper coins into his purse, and then said, "Magic Core Town urgently needs a revolution, don't you think?"

Strange was already mourning for this guy named Wood, but he thought of something else and said, "Now it seems like whether we treat patients or not is up to us. If we don't pull the lever, couldn't we just rest indefinitely?"

"I'm afraid we can't. Nurses might come to urge us." Shiller thought for a while and then added, "It might not be Nurses. The observation window's angle is limited, it can see our appearance, but it can't see clearly what's specifically happening on the operating table."

"The hospital interior and the guidance room are not interconnected," Strange said. "It's a peculiar design; neither side can see the other, nor be aware of the specific situation inside. This might be intentionally designed. But why?"

"Then we just won't take on any more work," Shiller said petulantly. "Thinking about how hard we work to treat a patient only to make him more than a Gold Coin, it makes me angry."

"Okay, then let's take a break," Strange didn't care at all, saying, "There are a lot of books that can be read on the shelf, I think our low success rate in Healing is mainly due to a lack of theoretical knowledge..."

Shiller no longer bothered to criticize his optimism about his own healing skills and started working at the operation panel. Meanwhile, Strange sat in a chair by the fireplace and read a book. Both of them openly slacked off in broad daylight.

Strange occasionally glanced over at Shiller, but only saw a bunch of bottles and jars. He knew Shiller had bought a lot of new things from Bear Caregiver in the morning, but he didn't know exactly what they were, because Shiller was always in charge of the money.

"What are you working on?" Strange asked.

"Poison," Shiller's voice was very cold.

Strange asked no further.

Time passed little by little. Around evening, the metal corridor suddenly echoed with a "tat-tat-tat" of knocking sounds.

Shiller's eyes narrowed instantly. Strange also got up, and without saying anything, they both understood each other's intentions.

Strange picked up a long stake from the tool rack and handed the stove hook to Shiller; they approached the operating table from the left and right.

"Bang!"

Something slammed hard against the metal door. But neither of them acted rashly, nor did they pull the lever.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Clang!"

The metal door was directly knocked flying out. A wooden head poked out from the inside, followed by a snake-like flexible spine made of wood and a dozen slender arms hanging on either side.

This was not some wooden puppet, but a terrifying wood Monster.

Unfortunately, in this room, there could be nothing more terrifying than Shiller, who was desperate for money.

The moment the wooden head protruded, Shiller swung the stove hook with a "bing", followed by a thundering "bing bing bing bing bing bing..."

Let's just say this: Strange concentrated, ready for battle, but there were no opportunities for him to jump in.

Shiller spun the stove hook like a madman, leaving afterimages in his wake, and finally, with a "crack", the iron stove hook, as thick as an adult's finger, was directly broken by his violent smashes.

The upper half of the stove hook flew out, Shiller discarded the broken half in his hand, and then swung up the long-handled pliers next to him to continue smashing.

"Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing!"

Initially, the wood Monster struggled a bit. It desperately tried to charge out, to free its arms still inside the corridor, but any part that left the corridor was met with Shiller's relentless pummeling.

The slender arms, although terrifying in appearance, were also thin which meant they were not that strong, clearly meant to be piercing needles, a sharp weapon, not a baseball bat. How could they withstand Shiller's thrashing?

The slender arms hurriedly retracted. But as they withdrew, the head slowed down by half a beat, getting bashed by Shiller's "bing bing." Its back of the head caved in, and the spine nearly broke before it barely managed to pull its head back.

Shiller stood at the mouth of the metal corridor, panting heavily with the pliers in hand.

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"Is your fucking name Wood?! Pay up!"

Then, without waiting for a response from inside, he walked over to the fireplace, picked up the tongs and grabbed a red-hot piece of charcoal, hurled it straight into the passage. The tongs weren't long enough, so he used them to pick up Strange's iron stake and stabbed it forcefully into the passage.

The wooden creature didn't retreat quickly enough, and the sharp stake probably went straight into its head. Shiller, noticing he had hit the target, stopped pushing and started hammering the iron stake.

Although it was unclear if the wooden man had brains, given Shiller's strength, whatever was inside his head must have been thoroughly scrambled.

After some time with no movement in the passage, Shiller waved Strange over. The two of them, one on each side, used the iron stake like chopsticks, forcibly pinching out the wooden monster.

Dragging it out was a bit of a struggle, as many arms were stuck inside, but eventually, they managed to get out 80% of it.

Shiller looked at the wooden man's long arms, feeling they looked familiar, then he suddenly recalled the guy who was picked up by the nurse and slammed against the door earlier, the one with these things strung on him.

It was too dim at the time to see clearly what pierced through the man. Shiller had thought it was a chain, but looking closer, it seemed to be the wooden monster's arm.

Shiller immediately understood that if you didn't work for a long time, this wooden monster could burst out of the passage and skewer you with its long, slender arms.

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That man was probably killed by the wooden monster and then picked up by the nurse for recycling.

You could say that if Shiller hadn't asked the elf how much money Wood had collected, dealing with this monster would have been really troublesome.

It's also to be blamed that this monster doesn't look like a wooden man everywhere, but the head is exactly like a classic wooden toy figure. That's what provoked Shiller, didn't it?

Strange glanced at the corpse of the wooden monster, then at Shiller, standing silent and speechless.

"What's with that look? Didn't you know I'm a madman?" Shiller said somewhat dissatisfied.

"But you have once again refreshed my understanding of mental patients," Strange shook his head and said.

"Don't make a fuss over nothing," Shiller commented, "When a mental patient is agitated, there are no muscle constraints; naturally, you would be a bit stronger."

"A bit?" Strange said as he picked up the tongs next to him and fiddled with the wooden monster's head, which had been completely smashed in. The key point was the smashed area revealed an inner steel structure that was also all bent.

Shiller laughed and said, "Doesn't that prove that when I threatened you with a ballpoint pen, I was showing restraint?"

"That is indeed true," Strange went over to clean up the debris on the surgical table, then said, "Stabbing through my head won't require magic."

Shiller was about to say something but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something inside the wooden man's head wound. He crouched down, prying the steel bars apart with tongs.

"Hey, come take a look at this! There's good stuff!" Shiller called out.

Strange came over again, then peered inside where Shiller was pointing and found a purple Crystal Core.

Shiller turned his eyes and said: "Bear Caregiver calls these Puppet Crystals. That means these things are puppets..."

"Don't be disappointed. If that was really Wood, wouldn't that be too cheap for him? Maybe Wood as well is just a puppet, with someone else behind him."

Shiller nodded, affirming this conjecture, and then remembered and said, "The raven man from before also had a Puppet Crystal inside him, so he might not be the real Mr. Raven, but just Mr. Raven's puppet."

"Now we've probably offended everyone," Strange sighed.

"Think of something happy; at least those crystals are worth a lot." Shiller dug out the crystal from the head and placed it into the jar that previously held the raven man's crystal.

"What if we just keep not working, lure this wooden man over to kill, and then sell the Crystal Core for money, how about that?"

"Not very good, this guy is obviously intelligent, do you think he'd fall for the same trick a second time?"

"True." Shiller sighed with a hint of disappointment, "Such a pity."

As expected, there was no movement in the metal passage anymore.

Wood probably never expected someone to survive the monster's clutches. He hadn't considered this when slamming the door; now that the metal door was directly blown off, trying to send a signal by pulling the lever outside was pointless. Shiller and his mates didn't even know what signal to send if they wanted to work.

So they had to resort to the most primitive method.

"Hey, buddy! Send me a patient if you're not too dead!" Shiller bent down and yelled into the metal passage. But there was still no response from inside.

Strange guessed what was going on, he told Shiller: "Move away from the hole, otherwise he won't dare to come out."

Shiller curled his lip discontentedly, but resigned himself to stand a bit further away from the surgical table. Then Strange yelled into the hole: "That madman is gone! Send us a patient!"

Yet, there was still no movement in the metal passage, Shiller immediately laughed and said: "Looks like he thinks you're a madman too."

"I guess that's still better than you," Strange shrugged.

The two of them had no choice but to wait until the evening. When the nurse did her nightly rounds, Shiller leaned against the door and told her everything that had happened during the day.

And from the nurse's eyes behind the observation window, it was clear that she too was encountering this situation for the first time. Her eyes betrayed her confusion, clearly, her CPU was overloaded.

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