Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

After sending off the patient with Ore Disease, Shiller pulled the lever, and a female dog-headed person covered in vines dropped out of the passageway. Both of them moved her to the adjacent operating table, and Shiller injected her with the prepared anesthesia.

Strange pulled the lever again, and this time the patient didn't drop as quickly; after about a minute, another patient fell, a black man with distinctive black spots on his chest.

At this moment, Shiller had just finished administering anesthesia to the woman, and they both moved this man to the other operating table. Shiller began to check the man to determine the subtype of his Black Death Plague, while Strange went to remove the vines from that woman.

After examining the eyes, the oral cavity, and drawing blood, Shiller said, "The Scar Plague of the Black Death Day, plus he is carrying the spherical tentacle virus."

Shiller pressed on the man's slightly distended abdomen and then said, "It may have spread to the internal organs, there is a slight accumulation of fluid in the abdominal cavity, a biopsy is needed."

Strange put on a monocle, lifted his eyelid slightly, and then said, "First aspirate the fluid from the abdominal cavity, then deal with the skin erosion. I'll perform the surgery later."

Shiller changed the needle on the syringe and slowly drew out the fluid from the man's abdomen. Although the man was feverish, he was still conscious and mumbling something.

After most of the fluid was aspirated, Shiller started to clean the scars on the man's skin, while Strange had already removed most of the vines emerging from the lungs. They switched places, Strange performed the surgery on this side, and Shiller went to stitch up the other side.

After the stitching was almost complete, Shiller pulled the lever again. Another patient dropped down. Shiller was about to go over and check the condition when he discovered the red-haired woman lying in the bed had a surprisingly familiar face.

Seeing Shiller frozen, Strange turned around to look at him and immediately recognized the new patient lying on the operating table—Scarlet Witch Wanda.

He hurriedly put down what he had in hand and came to the side of the operating table. Wanda also regained consciousness immediately, looking warily at the two doctors.

"Oh my God, why is it you two?!" Wanda widened her eyes in surprise, glancing left and right before saying, "Isn't this a duo instance? Why are there other players?"

Shiller and Strange exchanged glances. They were both wearing masks; how could Wanda recognize them?

Just as Shiller was about to speak, Wanda as if in disbelief, wanting to confirm, directly pointed at Shiller's mask, which flew off with a "swoosh."

"Is it really you?! Doctor! I thought I was hallucinating." Wanda exclaimed, covering her mouth, "How come you two are here?"

Shiller walked over somewhat helplessly to pick up the mask and then said, "I'd like to ask that question too. How come you are here? And how could you recognize the two of us through the mask?"

"I'm a witch."

"I know you're the Scarlet Witch, I mean..."

"I'm a witch!" Wanda emphasized again, "I am a witch in this world too! A Magic Witch who can use magic, you understand?"

Shiller opened his mouth, about to say something when Wanda as if she had realized something, said, "Oh, I get it now. It seems that this game turns you into someone in a strange world that matches your profession. You two are doctors, so you became doctors. I am the Scarlet Witch, so I became a Magic Witch."

"But we met Tony before." Strange said, "Guess what his profession is?"

"What? Surely not a Mech Master, right?"

"He is a detective."

Wanda was dumbfounded.

"But that seems about right, after all, he's very smart," Wanda said. After a pause, as if she had thought of something, she added, "Wait, he isn't the great detective from the tribe that was recently arrested and jailed, is he?"

"You've heard of him?"

"Of course. There's a lot of uproar in Westchester recently. It's said he was involved in a mysterious murder case; many of his fans don't believe he is the killer, but the police and judge think he's guilty."

"What about you? What's your status?"

"A civilian witch from East Wychester."

"A witch can be a civilian or a noble?"

Scarlet Witch waved her hand and said, "This world is different. Witch is a race, just like Mutants. Either you're born a witch, or you can never become one. Of course, there will be rich and poor."

"Then how did you get here?"

"I came to find Jarvis," Wanda said, "He's a worker from the East District, and also my husband. He was sent to Magic Core Town to maintain the energy pipeline system here; he was supposed to return home a week ago but we've had no word from him. I had to come looking for him."

"Then why did you end up in the hospital?"

"Some people said they saw him here," Wanda replied. "According to the photo from my home, one of his legs and an arm are metal prosthetic limbs. I asked around at the train station, they said he seemed to have come in this direction."

"But that doesn't mean you had to enter the surgery room, does it?"

Wanda sighed and said, "Don't get me started. It's chaos out there, with the police arresting people all over the place. They seem to think I'm another witch, chasing after me, and I had to hide in the hospital."

"What's it like outside now?" Shiller asked, "I mean outside the operating room."

"Complete chaos," the Scarlet Witch replied with a frown, "The waiting room is covered in blood, looks like several people just died. A crowd is fighting to get into the surgery room, and there's a guy who looks like a puppet, sitting at the door collecting money."

"You didn't actually give him a Gold Coin, did you?"

"Where would I get that much money? I just used a little trick to fool his eyes and sneaked into the corridor amidst the chaos. Never expected to end up here with you guys."

Wanda sighed and said, "The police chasing me must have entered the hospital by now, I just hope they won't search this place."

"Don't worry, they won't," Shiller said, "The hospital is completely closed off, nobody can get in now."

"That's good. But I can't just leave either," Wanda shook her head and said, "The witches of this world are too weak. I've been overusing my Magic Power, and now I can't cast any decent magic, I'll need to recover for a while. Can you shelter me? I can help out here and there."

"We're short-handed, ma'am," Shiller said with a smile, "It would be great if you could act as a Nurse."

"Before coming here, I was helping out at a clinic in Westchester," Wanda jumped off the bed and rolled up her sleeves, saying, "I can't use aggressive magic anymore, but cleaning magic is no problem. I can also help with sanitation."

Having said that, she extended a finger and gently waved it, a faint glow passed by, and the area near the operating table was thoroughly cleaned, all the tiny wood chips that had fallen from the wooden monster disappeared.

Shiller sighed and said, "I shouldn't have had any hope for my luck; why do I end up working overtime just when I arrive?"

"If the outside world truly exists, then our previous speculation might be wrong," Strange said.

"No," Shiller denied, "The Human race has a strong imagination. Even if trapped in a cage, thoughts can extend far and wide, with boundless imaginative space. Based on bits and pieces learned from others, it is entirely possible to imagine a vast world."

"What are you talking about?" Wanda asked.

Shiller shared their speculation with Wanda. Wanda was taken aback, then lightly tapped her other hand and said, "I was wondering why the geography of East Wychester looked so much like East London."

She looked at the two men and said, "You should know, Charles is British, he often talked to us about things in England, recommended coffee shops and jewelers, as well as Thames River cruises and Greenwich Park."

"Later when Jarvis and I went to Europe for our honeymoon, we visited those few places he mentioned. Some of the buildings there are quite old, probably built around the mid-19th century."

"After coming to this world, it felt familiar. The river next to the East District here is also very familiar. Now that you mention it, I have some recollection; it's very much like East London."

"But aren't we supposed to be in the Middle Ages right now?" Shiller frowned and said, "The current situation looks too much like the outbreak of the Black Death Plague in Europe."

"Middle Ages? No, it's not the Middle Ages," Wanda shook her head, "Didn't you hear what I said? I came by train. There were no trains in the Middle Ages. Clearly, it's the Victorian Era now; it's already the 19th century."

Shiller and Strange looked at each other, realizing a problem, that the situation of the plague spreading had misled their judgment, making them believe the temporal setting was medieval England.

All the medical books here are written in Latin, so they were unable to judge the era based on the evolution of English terminology. The diseases imbued with fantastical elements and the even more fantastical Healing methods were beyond discerning the progress of medical science.

"If this is the 19th century's level of medicine, then I can only mourn for the people of this world," Strange shook his head and said.

At this time, Strange remembered what he had seen in his dream. The group that captured and tortured him was very surprised to find out he was a Witch. Now it seems, it might not have been in the context of the witch hunt, but simply that they didn't expect the little girl he was playing to be a witch.

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Strange carefully recalled their expressions and realized that they were indeed more shocked than angry. It's understandable, after all, witches in this world can truly perform magic, and even if captured, they could still potentially surprise them, hence their retreat.

"So the plague might just be a situation like this. The large-scale outbreak of the plague in Magic Core Town isn't necessarily mirroring the backdrop of the European Black Death, but is just a straightforward outbreak of the plague."

"But I still stand by my previous speculation," Shiller said, "We certainly didn't see those two kids in our dream for no reason. If we dreamt such dreams, they must want us to know something. This could be the root cause of the predicament we're facing."

After pondering for a while, Strange said, "This place may not exactly be an inner world, but the fact that we can't leave the ward, and all these strange patients and anomalies outside, must surely be related to those two children."

Wanda asked curiously, "What children?"

Shiller briefly shared with her the dreams they had experienced. But as he finished his account, he regretted it a bit, as Wanda had just recently become a mother and was sensitive to such matters.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Wanda shot up and began pacing the ward, saying angrily, "They dared to treat two kids like that! If I catch them, I'll make them pay!"

"Alright, ma'am, calm down," Shiller said after thinking, "Although this place may not be entirely an inner world, the abuse those two children endured and their resentment might have partially reshaped this world, leading to the outbreak of the plague."

"That's a more reliable hypothesis," Strange said, "We might currently be in the altered inner world. Here, the actions of all those who abused the children are restricted, just like us, the Nurses, Bear Caregiver, and others who can't leave the hospital."

"That's not right," Shiller suddenly said, "If there's a plague outbreak outside, isn't it a good thing that we can't leave?"