The high priest was furious and walked away. Gretel was not affected. He should eat, sleep, and work - three times a day, he ordered the priests to do rounds, write medical records, and compile data. From morning to
In the evening, he only uses his words to tell others to do their work, and he doesn't even use any healing skills himself.
The superior doctor has the privileges and responsibilities of the superior doctor. For example, after the night rounds, Joanna can stand in front of him, with three red marks on her cheeks flying, and ask directly:
"The number of patients is increasing... When will the number of patients decrease? When will this plague end?"
Grete secretly wiped a cold sweat.
He really couldn't answer the question of traveling back in time a year ago... Although he could read "Epidemiology" in his memory at any time, it was still a bit difficult to immediately apply the formula to calculate the data.
However, thanks to last year's disaster, it is still easy for him to tell you a method when the turning point of the epidemic will come and when it will end, even if he cannot give specific figures.
"When it will be reduced depends on whether we can cut off the spread of the epidemic. As long as all the patients are admitted to the cathedral and there are no more new cases outside, in another seven days, or at most two seven days, this plague will be completely over.
Already."
"Then how to cut it off?"
"Let everyone drink boiled water! Clean all water sources! And, find the source of the spread of the plague... I will do this!"
Seizing this excuse, Grete got rid of the treatment work openly. As soon as the data was compiled, he turned around and walked out of the back hall, disappearing without a trace in an instant...
"Gretel? Where is Grete?"
The people who came to him had to ask all the way. From the hall to the side hall, from the side hall to the back hall, and then from the back hall to the second floor, they finally found the exact location of Gretel. Push the door and go in.
I was immediately put off by the smell in the room.
The visitor covered his nose and stood shivering at the door, wanting to run away. There was a strange smell in the room, and the fragrant broth was mixed with an unpleasant stench. I don’t know how long it had been brewing, and each other
Entangled, regardless of each other.
The visitor's IQ was lost to Xun, and he struggled at the door for five seconds before he thought of exiting the room. A strong gust of wind blew him hard, and he rushed in again:
"Why are you still here? The people from the parliament are going back tomorrow! Come back with me quickly and clean up - hey, you have this weird smell, you need to wash it off!"
"Mage Elliot!" Grete turned his head happily. Elliot frowned, and endured it again and again, and finally rushed to his side and stretched out his hand:
"What are you fussing about? - Hey, what is this!"
A strange-looking thing was placed in front of Gretel. It had a heavy and solid base and an arc-shaped bracket, with a long cylinder fixed on it. A shelf was supported under the cylinder, and under the shelf, there was a cannon enchanted with the eternal flame.
The silver rod is shining evenly and steadily.
And Gretel himself, with a face full of joy, waved to him:
"Come and see! The culprit of this plague - I finally found it!"
"Found it?" Elliot was moved. The Magic Council had dozens of theories about the origin of the plague over thousands of years, but none of them could convince the public. Now, this first-level little mage actually said that he had found it.
?
Even if it cannot be completely confirmed, as long as the process can be justified, you can publish a good paper. Several top journals of the Magic Council will definitely be willing to accept it...
Master Elliot bent down and followed Grete's hand. On the shelf under the cylinder, there was a small piece of glass fixed - no, not one piece, but two pieces. There seemed to be a little bit between the two pieces of glass.
what……
"This is it?"
Elliot bent down and observed carefully. There was a drop of transparent liquid on the glass. It was clear and fragrant, and seemed to be some kind of oil... "Olive oil? Or?"
"No, it's from here!" Grete pulled him, moved his seat, and pointed at the top of the cylinder. Elliot bent over and came forward. After just one glance, his whole body was shaken violently:
"Huh!!!"
In the cylinder, a world that had never been seen before was unveiled to the young mage.
"What is this...what are these short, pole-like things...?"
Elliot kept his eyes wide open and leaned down, his eyeballs almost pressing on the top of the cylinder. Soon, he straightened up like crazy, then bent to the side, and almost fell on the shelf under the cylinder——
It's still that small piece of glass. The droplets on the glass piece are motionless, and there still seems to be something sandwiched inside the glass piece...
"What is this? This is... the thing inside the glass piece...?!" He was so surprised that he couldn't speak fluently: "Why is it so big? Why... the cylinder... can be seen... and the other things
Stuff...other stuff..."
That is.
A microscope.
Gretel silently cried tears of sympathy for himself: This thing seems to be extremely simple in later generations. It is nothing more than an eyepiece, an objective lens, a stand, a light source and so on. On Taobao, optical microscopes for students 238
One set, the magnification is up to 10,000 times, and comes with 30 specimens...
He was exhausted from trying to fight here. He discussed with the jeweler all night last night. The lenses were changed again and again, and the focal length was adjusted again and again. He had to personally participate in every step and every detail...
That's why he didn't participate in treatment today. Whether it's a priest or a mage, one of the prerequisites for releasing healing spells is to ensure eight hours of sleep the night before. After staying up all night, he couldn't release anything today.
Well, from this point of view, being a pastor is more advantageous than being a doctor. At least you don't have to work a long night shift and continue to work hard the next day...
Fortunately, the microscope was built after all. Being able to see is normal, but not being able to see means that I have failed. Grete turned around, wiped it, and dragged a rattan basket from the long table next to it:
"Well, with this cylinder, you can magnify things many times. Just attach them and see for yourself -"
Elliot took it tremblingly, and fixed each item on the shelf in turn. Through the cylinder, he saw long, interconnected grids on the onion skin, and small black dots in the grids.
In a piece of cork, there is a grid arranged like a honeycomb;
A drop of blood fell on the glass, and he saw countless small dots, crowded together;
A piece of sulfur...
"I understand! Hahahahaha! I understand! So that's it! That's it!"
Elliot burst out laughing. He dug out the piece of sulfur from the shelf and rushed out like crazy. He rushed to the balcony, murmured a curse, and pointed his right hand forward suddenly——
A pea-sized spark flew out from the fingertips. Forward, forward...
Suddenly exploded!
There was a loud bang. The outer wall of the church was shaken by the shock. Elder Erwin, the bald bishop and the others were shocked out one by one:
"who?"
"Who cast the fireball spell?"
"Is there an attack?"
A pair of eyes looked at the fireball in the night sky, and then followed the vague fluctuations of the elements to look at where the fireball came from. On the balcony, Elliot danced and laughed maniacally:
"I understand! I have a breakthrough! Little Grete, thank you, hahahahaha!"