It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1037 I don’t want to go with the Necromancer! What are you going to do to me!
Chapter 1037 I don’t want to go with the Necromancer! What are you going to do to me!
Gretel is in Cerela's arms.
Gretel was helplessly wrapped in Cerela's arms.
Gretel covered his body with his wings, buried his head under the wings, and huddled in Cerela's arms helplessly.
Cerela's eyes were bright, one arm stabilized Gretel's cat-sized body, and the other hand touched from head to back, from back to tail, and then started from the head again...
"Ahhhhh, so cute! So cute, so cute, so cute! These delicate little horns! These delicate scales! These smooth wings! Gretel is so cute..."
Such a small dragon horn is only as big as half of her little finger! It is blunt and round, silvery white with a little light blue line, and the top is a little translucent!
The scales are so thin! One by one, they are smaller than the smallest rice beads on her necklace! They are smooth and delicate to the touch, and a little cool!
Such tiny claws only took up a small circle in the center of her palm! He placed it on her hand and carefully put away his nails for fear of scratching her skin!
Gretel is the cutest!
The cutest and cutest!
Hug! Rub! Hold the wings, lift them up, and rub your forehead against his!
Cerela couldn't put it down while holding Gretel in her pocket form. Ash Moonsong circled her several times and stretched out her hand several times, but she couldn't get in;
Lin hugged Mr. Troca and stood a little further away. The face of the normally calm Necromancer twitched, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, and finally gave himself a [Mechanized Mind] with a backhand;
Bernard and Mr. Valensimo had turned their backs silently. Bernard buried his face in Appa, and the bodies of the tall savage and the tall silver-moon deer trembled to the same frequency;
Archmage Heins and Archmage Zhannings have both teleported over. The master and apprentice, one on each side, quickly approached and stretched out their hands to Serila:
"Don't hold him like this... Being in a state of lack of magic power for a long time is not good for him... Leave him to us and take him to the meditation room of the institute. Just meditate for a while to replenish the magic power..."
Gretel: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
I don't want to go with you!
I don't want to go with you!
If I fall into your hands, God knows what will be done to me!
Maybe they will just put me in plaster and take a model. When I return to Nevis next year, a life-size pillow in my dragon form will be sold on the street!
This farce lasted for a long time before it stopped. Cerela personally held Gretel in her arms, squatted in the meditation room, and watched him slowly recover. Then Ash Moonsong carefully guided him back to his human form, and gave him a hard lesson along the way.
He paused:
"Do you know how dangerous you were just now? Challenge yourself to a transformation that you are not familiar with - well, judging from the results, you are not unfamiliar, but it is a transformation that is far beyond your ability - how many people died here
One step at a time!”
"How dare you lose your focus during the transformation! How dare you lose your focus! The transformation has started, and you have the guts to suddenly change direction! I don't want to kill you! Transform into half a dragon, half a leopard, I'll see how you end up!"
"You dare to act recklessly even if you are not strong enough... In the end, you just shrank into a little dragon. Of course, I really love you so much! But Gretel! It is very dangerous to rely on good luck! There will be no next time!"
Grete was wrapped in a thick blanket, curled up cross-legged on the bed, listening to a sentence, and nodding. He held a cup of sweet hot cocoa in both hands, lowering his head and sucking it in mouthfuls, the aroma was overflowing:
Alas, the transformation that failed (?) just now was so exhausting that I felt like my body was hollowed out... Let alone trying to transform again, even the simplest spell casting would probably require a day or two of rest...
"Mage Nordmark? Mage Nordmark, is it convenient to speak now?"
Polite knocks and inquiries sounded outside. Gretel took a last sip of hot cocoa, put the empty cup back on the bedside table, and said loudly:
"Come in."
"Mr. Nordmark, I'm sorry to trouble you." The person who knocked on the door was a direct subordinate of Archmage Zhannings, who was designated to manage the general affairs of the institute. At this time, he came over with a volume of documents:
"It's like this, we have encountered a little trouble - the Eagle Country requires speeding up the production of vaccines, but the production speed of chicken embryos has reached the limit. Archmage Zhannings sent me to ask if there is anything better.
Methods."
"Well..." Grete took the document, glanced at ten lines, and read down quickly. I don't know who wrote this document, but it was clearly written. The number of hens, the number of roosters, the number of eggs laid per day, and the number of chicken embryos
Linked together:
"We have also tried to increase the number of hens, but... it cannot be done in a short time." The necromancer who came to deliver the documents was a little annoyed:
"The human and material resources that can be mobilized in the villages around the Eagle Country have been stretched to the limit. If we continue to squeeze them, we will be a little bit unable to do anything. If we raise chickens on our own and raise them a little densely, they will start to die in large numbers..."
"Hmm..." Grete held up his cheek. If you want to keep hens in cages closer together, the cleanliness of the cages and feed must be kept up. In addition, the chickens must be vaccinated with various vaccines and mixed in the feed.
Antibiotics and various means must also keep up.
Grete remembered that her mother said in her previous life, "I used to crush oxytetracycline tablets, soak them in water, open the chick's mouth and pour it down with a small spoon..."
But now, vaccines? Human vaccines have not been studied clearly. How about studying chicken diseases and vaccines?
Antibiotics? He only has penicillin and streptomycin in his hands, both of which are high-priced goods. They are expensive to eat for humans, but for chickens? What’s more, he is not sure whether the chickens will be cured after eating them...
“Why is vaccine production suddenly increased?”
Grete was thinking and flipping through the documents. The visitor quickly looked at him and saw that Grete seemed to be just asking casually, and quickly answered:
"Currently, we only know that the first batch of vaccines are very effective. The Eagle Country wants to speed up the process in order to expand its rule over the lowlanders. Those who are mining, catching Warcraft, and doing business must be able to travel freely to the jungle.
Let the country's wealth increase..."
"Hmm..." Grete nodded, feeling that it made sense, but also felt that something was wrong. However, he had just experienced his body being hollowed out, and his mind was buzzing, and he really didn't have the energy to think about it in detail:
"Put it down and let me think about it." He rubbed his temples with his thumb:
"The number of chicken embryos has reached its limit. If we want to increase the production, we must either work hard on virus purification, or we can take the path of cell culture... Hmm... Sister Yue Ge, how are you doing in cell culture?
Already?"
"This...I...I'll go take a look again!"
Ash Moonsong rushed out. She was talking about Gretel and teaching Gretel a lesson, but she couldn't care less about it anymore.
Although he was temporarily freed from the nagging of the elf sister, Grete had no intention of lying down. In the final analysis, he was the director of the institute, and he was the first person responsible whether the results could not be produced or the output could not keep up.
"The Legend of Fairy Wood"
How to nourish cells? How to make cells multiply quickly and provide a basis for virus proliferation? How to make these cells survive safely and grow more and more?
Grete closed his eyes for a while, feeling that his energy had recovered a little, and he stood up and walked towards the cell group. He put on an isolation gown, entered the semi-contaminated area, and then entered the clean area. In the distance, he heard Ashe Yue.
The song is conducting:
"Add more serum."
"Add more."
"Too much pancreatic supernatant was added! Only half a drop can be added! Half a drop, do you know what half a drop is?"
"Add a little more glucose solution..."
Grete walked over in small steps. Ash Moonsong stood in the center of the cell group laboratory with half-closed eyes, giving instructions to groups one by one. The five necromancers were ordered by her to run away, only stopping to add liquid.
Only then can you stand for a moment like this:
"Hurry up! Hurry up! There are still 30 sets of experiments to be done today. If you go slow, you won't be able to finish them!"
After shouting again, he saw Gretel come in, wearing a thick rubber isolation gown, a mask, protective goggles and a visor. His face was already sweating from the heat. Ashe Yuege quickly threw him a [cold-resistant and heat-resistant
】, then said angrily:
"Why are you here? Your magic power has been drained. Please rest more!"
"I'll just take a look and won't do anything." Gretel smiled flatteringly at her:
"Let me take a look at the progress of the cell culture... um... what is this part?"
"This is a broken liver!" The necromancer who was pulling the floating saucer quickly stopped and stood at attention:
"Your Excellency Lord of the Plague, we used healthy livers to cultivate them before. This liver is broken and needs to be thrown away!"
"etc."
Grete waved his hand and leaned over to look at the liver.
On the floating dish, the liver lobes in the pool of blood were a little black, a little tougher, and hard, with some white fish-like tissue in them. In some places, they were even wrapped in balls and lumps:
Even though he had been an emergency surgeon, not a hepatobiliary surgeon, Grete still felt familiar with this form. He raised his face slightly and recalled:
"Well... don't move this piece of liver yet. You can make a pathological section for me to see. - Can you do sectioning? Can you do staining?"
"Yes, Your Excellency! I will do it now, Your Excellency!"
Because Grete was in a hurry, the necromancer directly sliced the liver tissue and applied for a small tube of precious liquid nitrogen. He put the frozen tissue into a small box, slowly placed it flatly into a cup of liquid nitrogen, and kept it for 15 seconds.
, the liver tissue quickly freezes into ice cubes.
Then, the necromancer concentrated his attention, raised a wind blade, aimed at the frozen liver tissue and cut straight down. One knife, two knifes, three knifes...
"Okay! Your Excellency!"
emmm...actually, this is not how frozen sectioning is done during the operation, there are many steps...However, it is not required to save the sample, just take a look at it, which is fine.
Gretel muttered to himself, and leaned under the microscope to look at the pathological tissue that the necromancer had cut out for him. While looking at it, he nodded:
"Well... this is what I want... I said, you can try other methods? For example, culture this broken liver with [corruption cyst], and then add pathogenic factors, maybe there will be
surprise?"
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