It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1138 I am the God of Nature - no, the messenger of the God of Potatoes? (2 more updates for monthly tickets)
Grete opened his red eyes, raised his hand to rake his bird's nest-like hair, and smiled weakly at Idian. He wanted to speak, opened his mouth, but yawned first:
"Ah... I'm not sure, I still need to do more experiments... I can only say that I have initially isolated something..."
too difficult!
It’s so difficult to isolate pathogens!
He was not from the Agricultural College. When he was in college, although it was a comprehensive university, there was no Agricultural College in the school... The Agricultural University was opposite their school...
From time to time, I heard from brother schools that dead pigs floated in the lake in front of the school, and that another experimental animal escaped from the Agricultural University opposite...
In short, Grete really couldn't do anything like isolating germs - he was able to successfully isolate the pathogenic bacteria of various infectious diseases in the past only because he could memorize "Medical Microbiology" and "Infectious Diseases" well and follow the diagrams.
Now?
From a pile of potatoes, out of God knows how many microorganisms, which one is isolated that may cause disease?
Do you know how many microorganisms can be isolated from this? Do you know how many microorganisms can be isolated from a piece of soil?
Anyway, dozens or hundreds of species are rare, and thousands are not impossible. On human skin alone, there are dozens of long-term bacteria, and together with temporary ones, one or two hundred species are normal!
He doesn’t even know whether the pathogenic bacteria are bacteria or fungi!
Fortunately, there was magic to cheat. Gretel cut the potato open and cut out the moldy-looking part. Of course, he had to leave a spore and bury it directly in the soil. Then, he gave the natural power to give birth to——
Give it to me!
long!
I want to see what you look like when you grow up!
Bacteria may undergo morphological changes, may become larger or smaller, may lose capsules, spores or flagella; fungi may grow hyphae and spores, and the spores may float around...
How can I know what you look like if you don't grow a big baby bump for me?
Potatoes carrying pathogenic bacteria grow very quickly when fed by nature. They sprout, the main stem lifts up, and the leaves open in pairs...
Hey hey hey!
Green spots appeared on the tips of the leaves! Outside the green spots, there was a green halo, which looked dry and withered, as if it had been burned!
Grete was refreshed. He continued to provide the power of nature, and the potato plants continued to grow hard. Soon, large white mold spots appeared on the backs of the green leaves. This is it! This is it!
Then he dug out the tubers from the soil, and it turned out that they were already rotten. Grete cut off a small part of the leaves and tubers, crushed them, and diluted them with distilled water. Then, after calming down, he threw the killing technique inside!
Kill all the bacteria he can think of - anyway, Gretel is sure that these epidemic pathogens will never be the culprits that cause the potato crop to fail - and then start to separate them.
At the same time, microscopic examination——
Scorched spots on leaf tips.
White mildew spots on the underside of leaves.
Moldy potato tubers.
Piece by piece, slice into very fine pieces, stain, and examine under the microscope. Under the microscope, if you see obvious changes in the potato cells, the bacteria near them are more likely to be the culprit!
"Gretel, what did you see?"
Serila energetically worked beside her, and at the same time, she got a share and observed it under the microscope. However, the silver dragon girl did not have enough patience to look at the microscope. After watching for a while, she ran over and asked Gretel:
"Have you caught the thing that made the potatoes sick?"
"Not completely sure yet..."
Gretel patiently conducted experiments. He threw the samples diluted with distilled water one by one into the sterilized, non-contaminated culture medium——
Potato leaves, potato slices. One by one, wiped with alcohol, wiped with disinfectant, sterilized in every way he could think of - except boiling.
Then, throw the extracted samples into the culture medium, throw magic spells, induce birth, and let them grow!
After going back and forth like this for several times, Gretel finally locked in a few possible gadgets. Gretel was also tired of tossing, so he fell asleep. After a full eight hours of sleep, he got up early the next morning and continued to fight——
"Udian, I have isolated something, something that may be the culprit... Where is the potato field? Or just give me a piece of open land. I need to do a larger experiment!"
Since he said that an open space would be fine, Udian took him to find an open space based on the principle of not disturbing him as much as possible.
Grete chirped, cut the suspected diseased potatoes into pieces, each piece had a sprout, and buried it directly in the soil. Then, he closed his eyes slightly, recalled the suspected diseased plants he had isolated, and scanned them.
, one sweep, another sweep——
"Are you going to give birth now?"
Idian really couldn't stand it anymore. Gretel looked like this. It looked like he had never farmed, nor had he cultivated any medicinal plants or magic plants. If he farmed like this, all the farmers would starve to death!
Grete looked at him blankly, not knowing what was wrong with him. Idian shook his head helplessly. He just rolled up his sleeves, bent down, and started pulling weeds one by one——
If you don't even get rid of the weeds, what kind of trouble is this planting experiment of yours going to cause!
"Ah...actually..."
In fact, it’s not necessary. When I induce birth, my mental power can accurately lock the tubers and accurately provide the power of nature. I don’t have to worry about those weeds...
Gretel really wanted to do this. But seeing how happily Idian was pulling weeds, he had to fly out a few mage hands to help pull the weeds together - he didn't want to be chiseled in the forehead. The ground was cleared, Gretel
Cut dozens of potatoes into two to three hundred pieces, and throw one shot in each area to kill them. In the last area, throw nothing at all and keep it as a control group. Then, induce birth!
Grete knelt on one knee and pressed his right hand on the ground. A hazy blue light appeared from his fingertips and spread along the ground. Idian sighed beside him:
"You're not that good, are you? You're already at level 12. You can spawn these potatoes by just standing and waving your hands, right? If it doesn't work, just throw your oak stick over there!"
"Well... life still needs a sense of ritual..."
Grete smiled. Well, I accept the opinion and will not change it~~~
A wave of green light filled the air, and tender green seedlings emerged from the ground. They sprouted, stretched their stems, and grew leaves...
"The first area is affected!"
"The second area is affected!"
"The third area..."
Serira held a notebook and walked lightly through the potato fields. Her eyes were sharp and she kept scanning around. After walking around for a while, she suddenly let out a surprised "Yeah":
"There is no disease in Area 5!"
"Build a barrier and isolate each area!"
Gretel decisively gave the order. Cerela waved her hand gently, and the transparent barrier quietly rose up into the air. Gretel smiled and nodded to her, and continued to induce birth...
"It's blooming, it's blooming!"
"The fifth area is still free of disease!"
"It's not good, the fifth area is infected! The leaves are starting to wither!"
"This is not an illness!" Yudian couldn't help it again:
"This is when the potatoes are about to mature. The leaves begin to wither and turn yellow. All the power is accumulated in the rhizomes... If you dig up the soil now, you can see that the potatoes underneath are starting to grow..."
"Ah, that's it~~~"
Serila shrugged her shoulders at him and made a quick note. When all the growth processes were completed and the ground was dug up, it turned out that the other plants were all in pieces, moldy, mildewed, withered and withered.
, only the fifth area is intact.
Grete held the test tube and raised a smile to Idian:
"I've done it! - As long as we target this diseased plant and kill all the potato tubers and all the potato fields left for seed, there will be no more potato harvests in the future!"
He went to find the old priest with great interest. Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the old priest lowered his head and pondered, and remained silent for a long time.
"What's the matter?"
Grete's joy was half extinguished by him. After a while, the old priest waved away the soldiers around him and sighed longly:
"Honorable Lin Xing, thank you for your selfless help. However, the failure of the potato harvest is the wrath of the God of Potatoes and the punishment of the God of Potatoes. As long as we continue to serve him devoutly, he will forgive us and return to us.
Bless us.”
"What--"
Gretel was speechless. If you didn't want me to help, you should have told me! You should have said that everything should be left to the God of Potatoes! No matter how energetic I am, why can't I use it in other places? Why did I do experiments until midnight yesterday!
He was almost about to get up and leave. As soon as he pressed his hands on his knees, the old priest suddenly raised his head and blinked at him quickly. There was a sly look in his muddy old eyes:
"However, God's blessings often appear in unexpected ways for us mortals. For example, you, distinguished Lin Xing, are you sent by the God of Potatoes to help us? We mortals have no way of knowing God's will..."
What?
Is there any other way to explain this?
This is really... really...
What is the so-called "the doctor cured my disease, thank God"?
Gretel was always arrogant, so he turned away and left the aborigines to die. However, in his heart, these aborigines were first of all human beings, people suffering from famine, and then followers of some god.
.
If you claim that you are sent by the God of Potatoes to help, then just claim it. Anyway, if you declare like this, he has a lot of meat, and the God of Nature will not lack a piece of meat either...
"Yes, I was indeed inspired by the God of Potatoes and came to help his devout people." Gretel nodded solemnly. The old priest let out a long sigh of relief, put his hand on his chest, and slowly bent down:
"Thank the potato gods."
"Thank you, God of Potatoes." Gretel tried his best to hold back laughter and echoed dryly. He stretched out a mage's hand to the old priest, supported his arm, and slowly walked towards the potato field:
Around the cave, around the residential area, around the hilltop where they lived. In an instant, Grete held his breath gently:
Terraced fields, large tracts of terraced fields, in this indigenous area where slash-and-burn farming is practiced, terraced fields that should not appear, layer by layer, appear on the opposite hilltop.
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