Strange hurriedly tried to stop Schiller, but Schiller still circled to the other side and looked at the elf. "He charged you one gold coin?!"
The elf became a little more clearheaded. He looked somewhat frightened, but he still nodded. "Yes. It was only 32 silver coins a few days ago, actually. But Mr. Wood said there had been too many patients lately, and if I wanted treatment, I had to pay extra."
"How many silver coins equal one gold coin?"
"Thirty-five. Why, sir?"
Schiller sucked in a sharp breath.
"What about silver coins and copper coins?"
"The same." The elf looked confused, seemingly unable to understand why the Doctor was asking that.
Schiller slammed his fist onto the operating table with a bang! "He gives us two copper coins per patient! Two! Even Nick Fury would give him a thumbs-up!"
Strange quickly patted his back to calm him down, then said, "It's fine. Once we find him, we'll chop him up and stuff him into the fireplace. Calm down first."
Schiller took a deep breath and barely managed to settle down. He sent the elf back through the passage, and this time, the money that fell down was no longer two copper coins. It was five.
Schiller coldly put the copper coins into the money pouch and said, "Nexus Town is in desperate need of a revolution. Don't you think?"
Strange was already mourning for this fellow named Wood, but then he thought of something else. "It looks like whether we treat patients is up to us. If we never pull the lever, can't we just keep resting?"
"Probably not. A nurse might come urge us on." After thinking for a moment, Schiller added, "Or maybe not a nurse. The observation window has a limited angle. It can see