Chapter 1084 The mountain of top journal papers (10,000 rewards plus 2 updates)
Under the shade of a tree, beside a small table filled with various refreshments, it suddenly became quiet.
Young elf warriors and elf spellcasters, look at me and I look at you. Antu Yueying opened his mouth, looked at the healer lady beside him, and then tightly closed his lips into a line;
The spell caster Dela Van Losia raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something. He looked at the elder's face carefully and swallowed his words;
Aneri Linge, a disciple of Elder Fahim, endured it again and again, and finally spoke up:
"Teacher, you are going too far! You are an 11th-level magician who is still so young. You want him to publish articles in "Arcane" and "Magic"! How many more articles! You hide your identity and go to the Magic Council.
How many levels of magician are you now, and how many articles have you published?"
Farther away at the small round table, two elf warriors were heard whispering to each other and asking:
"Is "Arcane" and "Magic" great? Is it difficult to post articles on them?"
"I don't know! Who is happy to see that? I patrol the forest all day long and practice martial arts. I am exhausted..."
Serila tried her best to purse her lips, and the tips of her ears trembled again and again;
Bernard simply grabbed a big red fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, which made his cheeks bulge and he almost rolled his eyes;
Apa turned a deaf ear and swung his tail slightly, continuing to chew~~~Keep chewing~~~Keep chewing~~~Oh, the berries in the rich forest are so sweet! It would be better if there was more meat...
Mr. Hawthorne: "..."
Ms. Jasmine: “…”
"Oh, oh, I didn't say I wanted him to do it." The old man laughed so hard that the tip of his beard trembled, and he turned his body half sideways to avoid the disciple's fierce anger:
"You can do two works. I'll consider him to have passed the second work. How about it, young man? If you have three articles and two works, I will count you as one author. As long as you have two articles and one article, I will open all Selwyn's treatments to you.
Record it!”
Gretel frowned and said nothing. Ashe Yuege took a quick glance and saw that he was pressing his hand on the space bag, hesitating, and stopped talking several times. She couldn't help but bend her elbow and touch it:
"Why don't you even think about it?! You've posted a few articles yourself, don't you know?"
"No...Sister Yue Ge..." Gretel raised his right hand with a grimace and left the space bag:
"Let me think about it..."
Everything is mutual. Malice is mutual, goodwill is mutual;
If the other party questioned him sarcastically, made vicious criticisms, and made condescending conditions as soon as he came up, then Gretel certainly wouldn't mind. He would discharge the journals in the space bag with a fan and slap the other party in the face;
However, Elder Fahim, with his legendary dignity, smiled and tried every means to find a way for him to pass;
His disciples were afraid that the conditions were too difficult and complained that the teacher was too excessive;
Naturally, Gretel has to try his best to speak softer and softer. No matter what, the elder must not be allowed to step down!
"It's okay, just say it boldly." The old man finally calmed down his disciple, picked up a glass of tree sap to drink, and tapped the table. The round table made of ancient vines grew in a circle, until it reached
In front of Gretel:
"Even if you haven't published an article in "Arcane" or "Magic", you can also publish it in other journals... You haven't published it in all, right? No way? It's been a long time since the old man read the paper. Give me something new.
Let’s take a look at things!”
He stretched his neck forward and stared longingly at Grete - the empty table in front of him. Seeing this, Grete could only make up his mind and start taking out the papers one by one from the space bag:
"A study of a disease caused by close contact with bats", published in "Arcane". Author, first-level magician Gretel Nordmark...
Elder Fahim browsed through it quickly, without changing his expression, and passed it to his disciples. Anari Linge took it with both hands, and then looked at the title, keywords and categories, and his hands shook:
"The Necromancy School? The Plague Branch? Didn't you say you are from the Evocation School?!"
"Ah...hehe..."
Gretel laughed dryly. Is it too late for me to say that this was an accident? Is it too late for me to say that this is just an academic classification method of the parliament and does not represent my own preference?
By the way, the elves don’t know my nickname [Lord of Plague], right? Sister Yue Ge isn’t such a big talker, so she hasn’t spread this gossip everywhere, right?
He hurriedly handed over the second one. "Demonstrating the Nature of Combustion by Heating Mercury", published in "Arcane", by Gretel Nordmark. Without even opening it, the title of this paper was written in the journal.
on the cover.
"It looks a bit like the plasticity department." The old man Digu. He opened the cover of the journal, browsed through the ten lines at a glance, and continued to pass it down. When he raised his head again, there was already a small stack in front of him, at least there were
Seven or eight books:
"Several records of using homemade microscopes to observe cork, onions, meat and blood";
"Principles of Electrolysis";
"General Review of Infectious Disease Bacteria";
"On the Characteristics of Hand-cranked Generators and Alternating Current";
"Prevention and Treatment of Smallpox: Cowpox Vaccine"...
Elder Fahim read one book after another. Beside him, Aneri Linge flipped through one book after another. After turning over seven or eight books, his hands began to tremble a little:
Who is this?
Who is this little cub?
A kid in his early twenties, no, when this paper was published, he had already written seven or eight articles on "Arcane" and "Magic" before he was twenty!
What was she doing when she was twenty? What were the elves on Everjum Island doing when they were twenty? Everyone was playing the piano, singing, shooting arrows, picking flowers, admiring the scenery, and eating and playing.
Of course, this cannot be generalized. After all, the growth rate of elves is slower than that of half-elves. However, even taking this into account, she can confirm:
The cub in front of me, no, it can’t be called a cub anymore. An 11th-level magician should be treated as an adult anyway——
Is a genius.
Absolute genius.
Her face was full of shock. Next to her, the spellcaster Dela Van Losia was holding a journal and had completely forgotten herself.
As for the few soldiers, you pushed me, I pushed you, and the seat under their buttocks was more than half a foot away from Gretel...
only……
"Well, what is your research direction?"
Miss Lin Ge has a book on her left hand called "The Properties and Magical Damage of a New Type of Ray" and a book on her right hand called "The Discovery of a New Type of Particle Far Smaller than an Atom". In front of her is a stack of things related to heart disease, cesarean section, and blood type tests.
Thesis, full of confusion: "Why do I look around and see that you are jumping back and forth between the evocation, conjuration and necromancy systems?"
"this……"
Grete sweated profusely. What should I say? I focus on medical treatment, and other research is basically a by-product, or a concept thrown to the elders to do?
"It is really outstanding to be able to publish so many papers in top journals." Elder Fahim looked at Gretel with a smile, like the wolf looking at Little Red Riding Hood, wishing to devour him -
No, keep him by your side for a hundred or two hundred years, or even drag him back to the Elf Island, so that he can learn the magic and skills of the elves and identify himself as a member of the elves from the bottom of his heart.
Even if he is only half elf blood, such a young genius is indispensable to the elves!
If he agrees, the Elf Royal Family may even send him into the World Tree and let the other half of his bloodline be replaced by Elf!
"Having so many achievements is enough to prove that you have quite high attainments in treatment."
Elder Fahim had a book on his left hand called "Methods to Rescue Cardiac Arrest Using Electrical Magic" and a book on his right hand called "A Method of Using [Identifying Bloodline] to Identify Tiny Pathogenic Factors". He nodded to Gretel with a smile:
"Welcome to join the ranks of treating Selwyn. Come on, Aneri, bring out my treatment records and let the mage Nodmark take a look at it."
After he gave the order, Aneri Linge stood up and ran into the wooden house. After a moment, she came out with a thick stack of information. Gretel nodded to her to thank her, glanced at her, and immediately froze:
Elder!
Your [Copying Technique] copies too quickly!
He opened his mouth, but finally closed it. He lowered his head and looked at his information. After reading two lines, the corners of his eyes twitched:
"The patient said that on the third day after entering the elven secret realm, the elements inside were already very disordered. He held up his shield and walked forward cautiously, but he accidentally encountered an explosion.
Before he fell into coma, he saw an unprecedented bright light, as if he saw a thousand suns in an instant..."
This description... this description...
He wouldn't have seen the atomic bomb explode, would he?
Or a hydrogen bomb explosion?
No, how far is the patient from the explosion site? How strong a magic shield and physical fitness can support him to come out alive after encountering an explosion?
Grete pondered for a moment, and planned to ask Elder Fahim how big the Elf Secret Realm was, how big the dangerous area was, and which area Mr. Selwyn had penetrated into in the first place.
However, at this moment, he still held the medical history and continued reading:
"...The patient fainted on the spot. After waking up, he found that his spell-casting ability was extremely weak, as if he had lost contact with the elements... He could not even cast the deformation spell, so he could only run in human form and leave the secret realm..."
This... He was still able to run despite being seriously injured, which is really a strong physical fitness. However, after losing the ability to cast spells after being injured, what is the nature of the injury?
He doesn't know what kind of injury would affect his ability to cast spells!
Could it be that the brain or nerves were damaged? Can an MRI confirm the diagnosis?... It's over, he doesn't know how to do an MRI by rubbing his hands...
"There were extensive burns and ulcers all over his body... The effect of the spell treatment was very poor. He would often be cured in the morning and start to shed in the afternoon... The vision in his left eye and the hearing in his left ear began to have problems, and he even had visual hallucinations.
listen……"
Grete held the medical records and fell into deep thought. What kind of injury is this?
What kind of injury is this and how should it be treated?
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