Gretel left the priests at the hospital to watch the show, and took a stroll on his own, returning to the Mage Tower. The host of the Mage Tower, Master Gehrman, saw him for the first time, and was heartbroken and almost beating his chest:
"What a pity! What a pity! Why did you give up this opportunity? It's only one day away! After you develop that magic, if you hurry up, you can still catch up with the envoy of the Magic Council!"
Grete smiled sarcastically. He could catch up in time, but as a doctor, how could he turn around and leave when the plague was ahead of him?
In the entire Heartland City, or rather, in the world, he is the only doctor who can perform bacterial culture and detect infectious agents!
Without ensuring that all water sources are purified, and without seeing with his own eyes that the number of patients is cleared, how can he safely go to the Magic Council for further training?
Master Herman sighed with regret for a long time. Gretel listened with a smile, knowing that he was concerned about her, and did not refute. Master Herman sighed enough and finally patted him on the shoulder:
"Okay, now that you are back, don't leave. There is everything in the Mage Tower. Just read quietly and work hard to break through!"
"this……"
"Um?"
"Master Gehrman... I came here to ask..." Gretel hesitated: "Can I take the book to the city to read... After all, I still have a hospital..."
"no!"
Master Gehrman suddenly frowned. He blurted out:
"The books from the Mage Tower are not allowed to be taken out!"
"Lord Gehrman... I am really too busy..." Gretel begged with all his strength: "If I don't break through the priest level, I can't break through the mage level! It's not that I don't want to read in the mage tower, I just immerse myself in studying.
Magic can’t break through!”
"you……"
Master Gehrman raised his knuckles and clicked on the table, struggling back and forth. Should he agree? According to the rules of the mage tower, magic books are not allowed to be taken out of the tower as usual; or should he agree, Grete had given the mage some instructions before.
The contribution made by the tower is truly considerable.
More importantly, there is currently no Level 1 mage in the Mage Tower, which means that no one is competing with Gretel for books...
"Forget it, let me ask Karan and the others." He finally relaxed. As a fifth-level mage, Gehrman has basically no need for level-1 magic books; however, Karan is still a level-2 mage.
Elliot just broke through to level 3, who knows if they need it?
"I have no problem." Elliot answered generously. He has been stuck on level 2 for several months and has read all the books that should be read at this level, let alone level 1. Besides, he can break through to level 3.
Or the insights I got from Gretel, how could it not be convenient?
"I have no problem either." Karan was not far behind. After exiting the fifth floor of the mage tower, he quietly found Gretel and asked him one thing:
"It's like this. I have a cousin named Lin Ge who is a mage apprentice. He introduced me to the profession before... Could you please do me a favor and let him work for you as a pharmacist?"
"Linge?" Grete reflexively curled up the corner of his mouth. Master Karan opposite was a little unhappy: "What's wrong?"
"Uh...it's okay...it's just that the name is quite friendly..."
Ringer's solution, also known as Compound Sodium Chloride Injection, can be used instead of normal saline to regulate body fluids, electrolytes and acid-base balance. Clinically, in patients with trauma, surgery, or patients who have lost a lot of blood due to various reasons, the doctor will transfuse blood at the same time
, I keep thinking of:
Bring on some Ringo!
In this distant and alien world, suddenly hearing such a name is really very kind.
Gretel reluctantly brought back his thoughts. He flattened the corners of his mouth and asked curiously:
"Mage apprentice? Doesn't the Mage Tower give him a job?"
"Uh, it's like this..."
Only then did Grete know that the Magic Council had a rule not to raise idle people. Generally speaking, if a mage apprentice could not break through within two years, he could not live and eat in the Mage Tower for free. He could either manage the industry for the Magic Council, or make a living for himself.
Gretel had never seen any other apprentices in the Mage Tower before. It was because the others either upgraded or were unable to break through and were sent out...
The mage apprentice named Lin Ge is an unlucky guy. He neither wants to take care of the property outside the mage tower like ordinary people, nor can he rely on his own strength to break through. He has wasted many years, sitting on nothing, and even his family property has been almost depleted.
Master Karan couldn't stand it, so he had to look down and find a way to find a job for him.
"Pharmacist..."
Gretel held up his chin.
Speaking of which, his hospital has everything else in place, but the medicines are not as good as expected.
According to the rules of the previous life, even for a community health station, there were more than twenty major categories, dozens of subcategories, and two to three hundred kinds of necessary drugs.
At the very least, penicillin, lidocaine, nitroglycerin, epinephrine, chlorpheniramine, etc., as well as alcohol, iodophor, and normal saline, you have to give me these!
There is nothing in the world... He distilled the alcohol himself and has been struggling for several days...
"I'm in need of a pharmacist here." Halfly because of Master Karan and half because of the name, Grete agreed generously: "You ask him to come for an interview. If there is no problem with the operation, I will use him.
.”
At worst, I can help wash the flask!
Gretel thought fiercely.
Ringer came to the door early the next morning. Carrying a wooden box with copper-wrapped corners on his back, he carefully walked up the steps, stood at the door and knocked:
"...Is Mr. Nordmark here?"
"That's me." Gretel sent all the priests to endorse in the clinic, and he sat in front of the consultation table, writing and drawing - anyway, he didn't have to be in the study to write textbooks, and he could also look after the door. He heard the voice of inquiry.
, he raised his head from the table, stopped writing and looked at it.
At a glance, Linge looked about forty years old - Grete was not very familiar with the appearance of Waiguoren, so he didn't know if his judgment was accurate - his waist was a little bent under the weight of the box, and his face looked slightly sad.
He was wearing a dark blue silk robe with clear creases on it. It had obviously been ironed carefully before coming out, but the material had become a little dull and brittle. The leather boots under his feet were a little deformed, and God knew how long they had been worn.
"I'm Ringo Ferrell, introduced by Master Karan, and I'm applying for a job as a pharmacist..."
He carefully stretched out his hand. Grete stretched out his right hand to shake his hand, and glanced down at his hand. There were traces of ink on the thumb, index finger pad, and middle finger knuckle, and there were several scars on the back of the hand.
It looked like it was either acid-fired or alkali-fired. Gretel was slightly reassured because the guy in front of him at least had practical experience.
"You brought alchemy equipment to your door? Come on, let me see how you operate it!"
Grete was delighted. And Ringer really lived up to his name. Although the operation speed was not fast, he was very steady. Grete watched him take the medicine, heat, evaporate, filter, crystallize, distill, and extract. Each operation was not fast or fast.
Slow and organized, I couldn’t help but be overjoyed:
"It's you! - With a monthly salary of 5 gold coins, you are responsible for making one gallon of distilled water, half a gallon of saline solution, and one pint of alcohol every day in the hospital, okay?"