Schiller placed the medical records on Strange's desk. Strange glanced up at him and asked in puzzlement, "You finished writing them that quickly?"
"Of course. While I was with Main Universe Doctor Strange in the Shi'ar Empire, I had him write them for you." Schiller shrugged and walked over to sit down nearby.
Strange picked up his glasses from the side and put them on, then looked over the medical records with a critical eye. But he had to admit that the records he himself had written were indeed excellent, with handwriting that showed no flaws at all, and clearing all his debts in one go solved a major worry that had been weighing on him.
Strange visibly let out a breath of relief, then said, "Thanks to the two of us, Presbyterian Hospital is finally going to build an electronic medical system. From now on, we'll be saying goodbye to the age of handwritten medical records."
"Isn't that perfect? Without handwriting, there's no need to fake anyone's penmanship, and you can copy and paste too."
"Don't celebrate too soon," Strange said, shaking his head. "Surgeons falling behind on medical records is common enough, but last time, what we did with those case files already caught the hospital's attention. After this, I may have to write them myself."
"Nothing can be done about that. Who told you to have interns under you who are all busy as hell too? Have you never thought about recruiting a few more?"
"Anyone recruited would be just as busy," Strange said. "Forget it, let's not talk about this. How are things over in the main universe?"
"There's one hell of a spectacle over there." Schiller brightened up at the mention of it. "Didn't Nick want to pull a few tricks in the main universe