It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1203 Looking for a genetically collapsed fruit fly, waiting online, very urgent
Chapter 1203 Looking for a genetically collapsed fruit fly, waiting online, very urgent
"What is little Gretel doing recently?"
"I don't know... I just know that he is messing with flies..."
"Fruit flies! Those are fruit flies!"
Elder Melinthela shook her head helplessly and sighed. After they parted on bad terms that day, they did not have the nerve to look for Gretel again, so they could only write a letter back to Evermeet Island while asking the young elves to pay attention to Gretel's movements.
The problem is that none of these young elves can figure out what Gretel is doing. They only know that he is buried in the stone fortress - he calls it "the research institute" - all day long, not even seeing the sun.
.
No one can play with the petri dishes, microscopes, slides, coverslips, dyes, etc. that Grete tinkered with...
"So, has he been disappointed in us recently?"
"That's not true, maybe he's just busy." Elder Fahim had personally experienced Gretel's previous research process. The last time he plunged into the research room, he was just like this time, working day and night to tinker with things that others couldn't see.
Things you know——
"Recently, he asked me for some past illness records to read, as well as records of people who have passed away. It seems that he has not given up on the treatment."
"well."
"well……"
The elven elders looked at each other.
The first is to lament Gretel's stubbornness. Several legendary mages have failed to cure patients, so he devoted himself to it. God knows how long he will delay on this subject and how many years of advancement will be delayed for this;
The second is to sigh. A child with such a pure heart has finally become separated from the elves. It's a pity, it's a pity. If we had known that he had such a talent, wouldn't he have brought the child back with him when his mother returned?
Even if the father of the child is brought back with him, it is not impossible! People with talent and strength have privileges no matter what...
"Who is his mother? Have you found out?"
Elder Fahim asked. Elder Karen shook his head and sighed helplessly:
"You also know the situation on Yongju Island. In such a big two islands, everyone lives here and there, finding a place to live where they like. Except for a few places such as Wangting and the Academy, most compatriots live in their own places.
Yes, you have to rely on messengers to go and ask..."
Several elf elders were helpless. Elves have long lifespans and are naturally friendly. As long as they are not too stupid or too lazy, everyone can live a good life.
There are indeed many elves who are willing to temper themselves, study various spells in academies, take on the responsibility of protecting the group, or travel across the ocean to travel.
However, there are also many elves who find themselves on the top of a mountain or in a forest and don't want to come out. Will there be a mutant among these elves who is willing to travel, and will be captured by his family after a long time? This is...
…
"Moreover, the Wang Ting has already responded. In recent decades, no royal elves have been captured. There are secret realms and big rifts. The seals cannot be opened easily. If you want to know any news, you have to wait for their rotation."
"I hope the news will come back soon. Alas, I always feel that if the little guy has such a talent, his mother must not be an ordinary elf..."
They sighed for a while, rolled up their sleeves, and started working. Cleaning rivers, tidying up lakes, sowing plant seeds, casting spells to induce birth, and attracting animals...
The huge elven secret realm, as well as the polluted area outside the secret realm, which is at least 100 kilometers wide, with dozens of elves sprinkled in, is like a few small sesame seeds sprinkled on a pot helmet with a diameter of one meter.
If everyone didn't live together, eat, live and move together, and work within this range, basically shouting at the top of one's throat would not be heard. No matter how much you worry about Grete, you have to finish your work well.
Every day, only for a short while after planting trees, tidying up nature, and being exhausted, can I feel like caring about:
How far has Little Gretel's research progressed?
Grete's work of raising flies, no, the work of raising fruit flies has slowed down a lot. After all, fruit flies can breed once in seven or eight days even if they are left alone. With the help of magic, they can breed in ten minutes.
One round.
Even if the white-eyed fruit fly you get for the first time is not a recessive gene or a sex-linked inheritance, if you want to get the traits you want, you can only use the power of nature to spawn seventy or eighty rounds...
It only took Grete two days to spawn the fruit flies he wanted, and another day to make cross-matching offspring. One generation from the parent, the other from the offspring, look at the ratio;
Then use the recessive homozygotes and the offspring heterozygotes to make a group, and then use the heterozygotes in the offspring to self-cross to make a group, and then look at the proportions.
Among them, magical magic creates a new generation as soon as it is activated, and another generation is created every time. What takes the most time is actually counting the number of fruit flies and identifying the male and female...
"Okay, it finally begins..."
Gretel was eager to get started. The results of the cross game verified that the gene was on the chromosome and that the gene that controlled the white eyes was on the x chromosome.
Next, we need to go one step further to verify the possibility of chromosome collapse causing animal body collapse!
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother Byerbo!" Gretel dove into the bunker next door. On the door of the bunker, in bright yellow and pure black, was painted a clover with a black core in the center - the sign of radioactive dangerous goods, Gretel's
Bad taste.
He stood in the entrance hall, pressed the sound transmission device, and shouted loudly:
"Give me some of that ore! Give me some of it, purified or not!"
"What are you going to do again..."
After shouting twice, the voice of Archmage Baierbo Momo Huhu came from the sound transmission device:
"...Little Gretel, I'm warning you, this thing is very dangerous. Just study it, don't get yourself involved!"
"No problem! Senior brother, don't worry!"
Archmage Baierbo handed over two small lead boxes after thousands of warnings and instructions. The walls of the boxes were one and a half inches thick and were tightly buckled. Grete took them in his hands, and his two arms sank down at the same time.
He placed two different ores in two compartments. He drew a circle of concentric circles around them and divided them into 12 equal parts according to the clock. In each grid, he placed a test tube of fat fruit flies.
Instar larvae:
"Calculate the time... In the first hour, take out a batch of larvae and take a small section of salivary gland cells for observation... Cutting! Cutting! Damn it, my hands are shaking again, and the larvae are crushed to death again!"
"Ah, this one finally succeeded. I got out a small section of salivary gland cells... If you lose a little salivary gland, this thing won't die... The cells are stained. Under the microscope, you can see black and white strips..."
"Hell, all the larvae live to emerge as adults! How much ore do I need to add to burn them until their genes collapse!"
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