It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 170: The B-ultrasound magic score is not high? Please supplement the information (two in one
Chapter 170: The B-ultrasound magic score is not high? Please supplement the information (two in one
"First-level Arcanist?"
"What, a ring?"
"Is it just one level of certification?"
The middle-aged clerk exclaimed, and several people at the counter came over to poke their heads in. The outside of the counter was not much better. Grete was rustling behind him, and in an instant, he was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. He had just been chatting with Grete.
The brown-haired magician raised his neck, stood on tiptoe, and tried hard to look at the badge:
"One ring..."
He himself is a second-level magician. From apprentice to second-level magician, he published seven or eight papers for five years, but only three were reviewed and approved by the Magic Association - and one of them was a second work. It was because his mentor recognized his hard work.
, added a name to the paper so that he could graduate with good grades.
The three papers, together with the improvements in magic, gave him 7 research points in total. He was still three points away from the ten points required for a first-level arcanist.
As for these three research points, it would take God knows how many years of research for him to get them.
One year?
Two years?
After leaving the magic school, you can take risks, take on quests, open up the wilderness, explore woodland... These jobs can give you an income of more than 100 gold coins per year, which is enough to live a wealthy and decent life. But if you want to do research, throw away 100 gold coins.
Just a splash and it's gone.
And without research, there are no research points. Without research points, there is no...arcanist level.
And this young man, who had just arrived at the parliament headquarters and had not even received the magician badge, had just completed the certification and already had more than 10 points.
"You...how do you have so many points..." he asked tremblingly. Gretel had no idea himself, so he raised his eyes and looked at the clerk:
“Where can I check the points acquisition record?”
"Magic review area, paper submission office."
The clerk was still in shock and had not recovered, so he answered reflexively.
Gretel leaned down on the table, stretched out his arm and pulled out the badge, then turned around and left.
The crowd crowded around him until they were stopped by the security personnel at the entrance of the management area, and then gradually dispersed, turning back to listen to the clerk's call. Gretel walked into the magic review area at a faster pace, and rushed to the place where no one was before.
In that office, the keyboard on the desk was still dutifully broadcasting:
"To submit a paper, please press 1, and to inquire about paper feedback, please press 2..."
Gretel decisively pressed 2. There was a ding when the keyboard was pressed, the front rose up, and a tablet popped out:
"Please put the magic badge into the magic circle, or press the button to enter the query number."
Having a badge is really much more convenient. Grete looked at the query number with at least 10 digits and letters in a series, secretly wiped his sweat, and put the newly acquired magic badge that was not warm yet on the tablet.
The tablet buzzed, and countless silver light filaments were entangled, undulating, and flew deep into the crystal. After a moment, the third mechanical sound sounded again:
"To check the latest paper feedback, please press 1, to check the feedback of the last 10 papers, please press 2, to check the points and obtain the summary list, please press 3, check..."
I traveled to the present, and it seemed that I had only submitted three papers. Based on the principle of maximizing interests, Grete pressed 2 without hesitation. The mechanical voice said "Please wait" and then fell silent. After about a minute,
There was another soft "ding" sound, and the transfer box rose from the table and opened.
Lying quietly in the box was a piece of writing paper. It was white and smooth, with stiff tentacles, and was the size of an A4 paper. Gretel stretched out his hand and took it out, and at first glance, he saw the record of three points earned so far:
For the x-ray article, two research points and three contribution points will be awarded;
The article on bat pathogenicity gained the most, awarding eight research points and thirty contribution points;
As for B-ultrasound, there are only two research points and three contribution points, which is the same as the X-ray gain.
Uh... so few?
At least I can get into the paper on "Arcana"!
Grete was a little unconvinced. He then read on and saw the reviewer's evaluation of the paper on bat pathogenicity, which made him dumbfounded:
The research ideas on the mode of plague transmission are groundbreaking and of guiding significance. The researcher took the initiative to study this project without any assignment, which reflects his sincere concern and dedication to the Magic Council and is very worthy of commendation...
Okay... So is it a consolation prize for being a moral model? Gretel calmed down and looked down:
""A new application of echo magic and its role in exploring the internal organs of the human body"
An improvement on echo magic. There is no breakthrough in the structure of the spell model, but it is a groundbreaking expansion in terms of application scope.
The level is only apprentice level, but it requires specific types of bats as casting materials. The materials are not valuable, but are difficult to obtain in large quantities.
A large number of feedback images of normal organs are required for comparison, and the caster needs to undergo long-term training and memorize a large number of images before this magic can be put into practical application.
Based on the criteria of magic level, novelty, creativity, practicality, etc., two research points and three contribution points will be awarded."
this……
Grete held the magic badge in one hand and the score paper in the other, pacing back and forth in the room. Although the evaluation on the paper was short, it could not but be said to be to the point:
It’s not like B-ultrasound can be popularized just once it’s created. If nothing else, take a B-ultrasound image and hand it to the patient, without any markings or the conclusion of the laboratory doctor, will the patient understand it?
Not to mention patients, even doctors forget all the "Medical Imaging" exams after taking the exam. They are not familiar with the positions of human organs, do not memorize normal B-ultrasound images, and do not memorize what diseases indicate abnormalities. This examination method
, how much effect can it have on them?
It’s of no use at all!
After struggling for a long time, this magic was just a dragon-slaying skill. Gretel suddenly laughed and squeezed the smooth grade paper into a ball with a little force of his fingers:
Except for himself, this magic would be of no use if anyone else learned it. The reward of two points and three contribution points was probably given by a big shot who paid attention to him because of the word "groundbreaking".
But it does not matter!
I didn't come here just for the points - I worked hard for so many days and went in a big circle. My purpose was to get a B-ultrasound! Now the goal is achieved, isn't it?
Besides, I am familiar with the locations of human organs, tissues, and blood vessels! Which images are normal and which ones are abnormal? Others don’t know, but I know!
I can draw them and organize them. Later doctors can at least assist in diagnosis as long as they work hard to memorize them and memorize them.
Every doctor knows how useful B-ultrasound is. I believe that Elder Wood, Pastor Matthew, teachers, and the bald bishop, as long as they try it, they will die to learn it!
Of course, with so many images, whether they can memorize them or not, just... haha...
Gretel raised his head and smiled, his depression gone. He quickly walked out of the white tower, went back to the academy to dig out the magic he had retained, and called the barbarian:
"Bernard, let's go to Elder Wood's place!"
Go find someone!
Go figure it out!
Go and complete the information!
Go and organize "Medical Magic Imaging B-ultrasound volume"!
Want him to take the lead?
Grete said it was his duty to do so.
Do you want him to draw all the images inside now, one by one, with bare hands?
Grete said, kill me.
Not to mention that the "Medical Imaging" he studied in his previous life only published some images - such as fatty liver, only CT and MRI pictures, and no B-ultrasound at all - even if it did, he would not dare to draw with bare hands.
What if the images of humans in this world are different from those in previous lives?
What if the image performance of extraordinary people is different from that of ordinary people?
Just draw it up casually and let other doctors carry it after you finish it. This is a disregard for human life! It is killing!
Medicine, modern medicine, and evidence-based medicine are, after all, a discipline that originates from practice and must return to practice. What would you do without imaging?
Go and accumulate cases!
Go see patients and do physical examinations on normal people!
Go paint!
I have seen a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand patients, recorded all the cases, and drawn all the images. Compare, summarize, verify, and finally form a teaching material that can guide future generations of doctors!
Of course, to achieve this, Gretel cannot rely on his own strength. He is only a first-level magician and a first-level priest - oh, he was promoted to level 2 last night, but he has not been certified - life
I wasn’t familiar with the place, and I didn’t have a good reputation as a doctor.
If you do something that is far beyond your ability, be decisive and ask the boss for help!
Gretel carried two test tubes of potassium permanganate, and his follower Bernard carried half a bag of short-eared vampire bats, and went to Oak Ridge again to look for Elder Wood. The first time he was alive, the second time he was familiar with it, and if there was any problem, it was better to go to the big boss.
The only way to do research, not to mention the last bat incident, everyone cooperated very happily——
The elder handed the news directly to the legendary mage and sold them a favor;
Pastors at the middle and lower levels have developed their experimental abilities and learned new experimental methods;
The cult profited from a large number of experimental animals, and after selling them off, it had a lot of funds;
Gretel received a piece of "Arcane"...
Afterwards, Elder Wood patted Grete on the shoulder with great satisfaction and said: If you have anything to study next time, feel free to contact him.
Gretel decisively went to the boss. On his second trip, he no longer had to ask anyone along the way. Oak Ridge was particularly easy to find:
Starting from the city of Nevis in the northeast direction, keep walking along the river until you reach the big lake more than ten miles away and then turn right. Continue walking along the river for seven or eight miles and follow the first big road in the north.
The tributary enters the mountain, and after crossing two hills, you will reach Oak Ridge. As long as you are not a road addict, you will not be afraid of getting lost...
Grete ran along the river bank, and the magic mount he summoned ran fast and steadily. Even a useless horse like him was not afraid of falling off his horse. The barbarian next to him was carrying a big bag and was sitting on a large rock by the river bank.
He jumped like flying and ran faster than him.
As he ran, the sound of horse hooves sounded suddenly behind him, and a horse, much faster than the magic mount, galloped towards him, getting closer and closer.
Gretel was frozen in the middle of the road, not knowing whether to dodge to the left or to the right. As soon as he hesitated, the bright white horse, wrapped in the strong wind, had already passed by his right side, blowing his hair and clothes.
.Grete couldn’t help but mutter:
"Overtake from the left..."
However, the rule of overtaking from the left has not been established in this world. Gretel turned his head and looked around while complaining. At a glance, his eyes lit up:
The knight on the horse was dressed in black, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and knee-high riding boots tightly clamping the horse's belly, making his waist more slender and his legs longer and neater. The knight wrapped a young girl in a bright red cloak, hugged his hands, and tried his best
Let the girl sit more comfortably in front of the saddle and control the horse with only her legs. She leans forward and runs away with her head buried in the ground——
"stop!"
"Don't leave!"
"Put down Iris!"
Very far behind him, a huge roar came rolling in. Gretel turned his head, backward, upward, and followed the sound, and saw a dark cloud spreading from the horizon. On the dark cloud stood an old magician, holding a staff, and kept shouting
Roaring. Gretel raised his eyebrows and looked forward again:
Oh?
This is...a young couple eloped and were hit by the girl's father?
That knight looked pretty good, with a good figure, and good riding skills - it can be inferred that he has good fighting ability - and he was very concerned about the girl. The girl leaned softly in his arms, with her face buried in his shoulder, and she was also full of joy.
Full of dependence...
Why bother? Why bother? Beating a mandarin duck with a stick and chasing them thousands of miles away, why bother?
Thinking so, Gretel had no intention of trying to persuade her. The man in black holding the girl was most likely a knight, and although the old magician could learn flying at the fifth level, he could fly so high and so fast.
He is also a great magician above level seven or eight, or even above level ten.
With such a small body, he could just look at him on the side of the road and intervene... but forget it.
The aftermath of the battle between both sides can crush him, okay?
Grete even slowed down a little. The sound of horse hooves made him gallop forward, and dark clouds rolled over his head. After a while, both of them were out of his sight. However, he continued to move forward, turned right along the river and walked half way.
An hour later, they saw the old magician and the knight both falling on the ground, facing each other from a distance.
The old magician held a law enforcement staff and stood high on the rocks on the shore. A row of translucent light shields around him rotated clockwise, firmly blocking the owner. The knight held a sword in one hand and stretched his other hand behind his back to support the girl, facing up.
Aim at the old magician.
On the mountain road beside the river, a thick wall of ice stood, blocking the road completely.
This... If you are arguing, don't block my way! Gretel had no choice but to rein in his mount from a distance and look forward. The old magician and the knight were dozens of meters apart, and no one came forward, but looked away from a distance.
quarrel:
"Leave Iris to me!"
"Don't even think about it!"
"I am her father! She does such a thing, and you still want to protect her?!"
"Iris is a good girl! It's not what you think! As long as I am here, you are not allowed to take her back!"
The voice on the rock was old and angry, while the voice below the rock was clear and high-spirited. After hearing a few sentences, Gretel couldn't help but rub his eyes and looked at the knight in black again:
By mistake, the knight turned out to be a girl...
She is a female knight. She is tall, even a little taller than Gretel, with short hair and capable body, and has a pair of arms and waist. Gretel is behind and cannot see her appearance, but just this heroic posture has already made him
deep impression.
During the confrontation between the two sides, the old magician's staff swung, and the female knight involuntarily tilted to the side. Just when Gretel thought she was about to fall, the female knight had already kicked the ground, and her riding boots left half a boot mark deeply on the mud, and she stepped forward.
He took a step forward and still stood firmly in front of the girl: