"Plague Doctor Treatment Rules: All doctors entering the ward must strictly follow these rules when treating patients. Violations may result in serious consequences. Proceed with caution."
A line of text appeared on the parchment. Just as Schiller was about to speak, the words slowly faded away, replaced by a large block of new text.
"Plague Doctor Attire Rules: Upon entering the ward, doctors must wear a Beak Mask, Black Robe, and Brass Pocket Watch, and inspect their appearance in a mirror. If any item is missing, immediately search the wardrobe for the correct item and put it on. If your attire is incorrect, the 'nurse' will pay you a visit."
Schiller hurriedly lowered his head to inspect himself. He was indeed wearing a Black Robe, with a Brass Pocket Watch hanging around his neck. He reached up to touch his face and found that he was not wearing a mask. So he looked around and walked over to the wardrobe by the door.
The old wardrobe was covered in a thick layer of grime. It looked like dried blood clots, but also somewhat like some kind of liver matter smeared evenly across its surface. Its bottom was covered in scratch marks, as though something had desperately tried to crawl inside.
Schiller grasped the metal handle on one of the wardrobe doors and pulled it open a crack. A thick stench of decay wafted out—there were no hangers inside, only a corpse rotted down to its skeleton. A Beak Mask rested on the corpse's head.
"That's disgusting." As soon as Schiller said it, he suddenly remembered that Strange was a clean freak.
He turned around and saw that Strange had just entered the game and was currently reading the parchment with his head lowered.
"One piece of good news and one