Bear Attendant swallowed.
As the saying went, Schiller said, "Out with the old, in with the new. What do you think?"
Bear Attendant really wanted to say, "Not good at all," but he forced himself to hold it back. He took a few steps away and said, "What kind of goods do you want? Maybe I can ask Wood for you..."
"You can see him?"
Bear Attendant shook his head. "The hospital is divided into two parts: one for treatment and one for reception. The treatment area and reception area don't connect."
"Then where do your goods come from?"
"The hospital's boss orders supplies, and I'm responsible for delivering them to the operating rooms. Some supplies are free, while others cost money. I make a little profit, but not that much."
Schiller was skeptical of that claim, but with Wood as a precedent, he did not argue with Bear Attendant.
"Do you deliver goods to other operating rooms?"
"Of course. I visit every operating room once a day."
"Who's in the other operating rooms?"
"I don't know." Bear Attendant shook his head. "They all wear masks like you, so I can't tell what race they are. But the doctors in most operating rooms get replaced often. You two have lasted longer than most."
"So we aren't the ones who've lasted the longest?"
"No. One pair arrived two days before you, and they're still alive." Bear Attendant thought for a moment, then added, "The doctor I deal with isn't easy to talk to. It always feels like he can see what I'm thinking. Oh, right. He also asked me to buy some other things for him."
Schiller's hand paused against the door. "What did he ask you to buy?"
"Some herbs," Bear Attendant said. "Ambergris Flowers, Mandrake Root, Moon Eggplant, things