But Schiller still turned to look at the nurse. He saw a somewhat familiar face, but he could only say that he recognized her; he could not remember her name.
The nurse immediately became a little shy. "Don't you remember me? My surname is Goethe. I graduated from the nursing program at Gotham Vocational Technical College..."
Schiller seemed to remember a little. He recalled that Miss Goth's mother had apparently caused quite a stir, and that after she entered Gotham Vocational Technical College, she had struggled to adapt for a while. But it seemed she had graduated by now.
"Actually, I graduated four years ago, Professor." Miss Goth said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm considered one of the hospital's senior nurses now."
Honestly, Schiller was quite gratified. Those children cultivated by Gotham Vocational Technical College now seemed to have become the backbone of all kinds of industries. In a sense, they had changed the fate of an entire generation.
"Uh, let me check your IV first... Good heavens, that needle... I mean, doesn't it hurt when snakes get injections?"
Few animals had pain receptors as developed as humans. Schiller turned to look at the needle stuck in his neck.
His current snake body was only about as long as a human arm. A needle meant for human injections was extremely thick to him, but in truth, he barely felt any pain.
Circe the Witch's Beast Transformation Magic was truly wondrous. It did not merely change one's appearance; it changed one's form of life as well. It could be said to turn a person completely into a certain animal. Even under the most advanced X-rays, no one could tell the difference. It was worlds apart from the appearance-disguising magic used by some mages.
Schiller felt this might also be the difference between witchcraft