It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1804: The Grand Duke of the Vampire Race: Can you keep the Time Dragon away from me?
Chapter 1804: The Grand Duke of the Vampire Race: Can you keep the Time Dragon away from me?
Chapter 1811 The Grand Duke of the Blood Race: Can you keep the Time Dragon away from me?
rabbit.
rabbit.
Take the rabbit's blood, make a thrombus, and inject it into the rabbit's body.
Take the rabbit's blood, let it coagulate slightly, make micro-thrombus, and then inject it into the rabbit's body.
Inject serum from other animals (preferably non-Warcraft mammals such as cows, horses, sheep, etc.) into the rabbit to allow the blood to coagulate into a thrombus.
Poor Grete was not a psychiatrist in his previous life, and did not even have a master's degree in scientific research. He had to use the stupidest method to speculate on the principles of thrombosis, and toss animal models bit by bit according to the principles.
If you toss one, one will die, if you toss one, one will die. The rabbit's brain blood vessel was punctured, and he died as a result;
The rabbit's cerebral blood vessel was punctured. Although the treatment was timely to stop the bleeding, he still died;
The rabbit's cerebral blood vessels were not punctured, but he still died for some unknown reason...
So much so that there are a lot of braised rabbit meat, stir-fried rabbit dices, spicy rabbit heads and other dishes in the mage tower. Magicians who like to eat like it very much, but those who don't like it, such as the magicians of the magic control system, can't bear it.
Stop scolding:
"Can you keep your hands steady! - We don't know how many people are going to die if you use your brains like this!"
Gretel: ...No, your control department always uses craniotomies to study the effects of spells on the brain?!
Only when he studied medical skills himself did he realize how important scientific research capabilities are. Only with scientific research leading the way can a new path be explored for the treatment of various diseases, and only then can healers find a way forward.
Otherwise, relying on therapists to encounter various cases and then temporarily explore treatment methods would be too inefficient, and busy therapists do not have time to start with basic research and animal experiments...
Of course, he has now left the front line of the experiment and has begun the happy life of "the boss just talks, and the subordinates break their legs". However, the necromancers responsible for the operation have to be responsible for the details:
How long does it take to keep the rabbit blood for thrombosis? To what extent does it coagulate before it can be re-injected?
Should whole blood be used to make thrombi, or separated blood components?
Should we make a large piece of coagulated blood in a test tube, then cut a small piece and inject it into the rabbit's blood vessel? Or should we inject the blood into some kind of thin tube (such as the vine tube we asked Miss Annevia to make) and wait for it to coagulate before injecting?
If injecting, where should we inject from in the rabbit? The veins of the limbs? The central vein? Directly into the cerebral blood vessels? Or, more vigorously, directly into the arteries?
It coagulates slightly and forms a microthrombus. How long does this "slightly" mean? Should the thrombus be broken up and stirred? How to judge whether it is a "microthrombus"? How big is "micro"?
Horse serum, bovine serum, sheep serum, which one should be used? How to prepare it in advance? How much should be injected? At what site should it be injected?
Every detail requires these researchers to try it out bit by bit to form a standard process...
The "thrombolysis" step that Grand Duke Rimmer is responsible for is only one part of the entire research process, and it is a very simple part. Surrounding him, there are a large number of researchers responsible for the front-end, middle-end, and back-end.
Work:
"Have you finished measuring the spell fluctuations?"
"The measurement is done... This time we have specially sorted out the environment. There will be little interference, so we should be able to get some useful data..."
"That's good! Send it to the Conjuration Department quickly! - The data measured last time had too much interference. The Conjuration Department complained to death, saying that the data with so much clutter was completely uninterpretable..."
"Rabbit! Where are the rabbits! Don't burn bridges! You have to raise the rabbits! Feed these rabbits as long as you can, and try to make them live as long as possible!"
"And the group that boils kelp - kelp extract is used to make medicine, so don't eat it secretly! If you continue to eat it secretly, you will be punished by going to the beach to fish for kelp!"
"Team leader, we didn't eat it secretly... We confused ordinary kelp with magic plant kelp. We had no choice but to taste it and identify it..."
"You...you are going to piss me off to death! You can't even use [Detection Magic]? You are just making excuses for stealing!!!"
"We applied for special glass that can absorb most of the ultraviolet rays. The measured sunlight spectrum after absorption is exactly the same as the moonlight spectrum!
——Your Majesty the Grand Duke, would you like to try this to see if such light is useful for your recovery?"
...Look, there are still benefits to cooperating with the Nordmark mage's experiment. Grand Duke Rimmer walked into the light collection room with great satisfaction, stretched out a palm to support the filtered sunlight:
"...No. It's still too hot. Moreover, a kind of energy that is very useful to us in the moonlight has also been filtered out and has not entered this room..."
"Ah, is that so?" The researchers were in a hurry:
"Why is it too hot? The indoor temperature is too high? There is too much heat energy in the sun? Do we need to filter out infrared rays?"
"Cool down! Cool down! Turn on the cooling array!"
"Change to a custom-made glass. This time, we also filter out infrared rays!"
"Or... let's try prism refraction? Split the sunlight into various light waves, and then let the Grand Duke try them one by one. Which one is more useful to him?"
"It's a pity that no one from the prophecy department came this time... Dividing the solar system into various light waves is originally what the astrology branch is best at. I remember they have done research in this area... Wait, I looked up the literature, but I can't find it.
Ask them again..."
"Or ask the Plastic Energy Department? They are good at playing with various basic particles. Maybe which kind of basic particles are more helpful for the vampire's recovery..."
There are new research ideas every day, new progress every day, and every day - there are new things that make people laugh or cry. The Grand Duke of Rimmer is in the middle of it, watching these magicians noisy, and he feels quite lonely.
.
Although he couldn't drink fresh, delicious, powerful, soul-scented human blood, a large amount of Warcraft blood also slightly quenched his hunger and thirst. The only problem is...
"Can you stop staring at me?"
Ignore and stare.
"Can you stop staring at me?"
Continuing to ignore him, his golden, hourglass-like eyes were staring at him with no escape.
"I'm going to hide and go to bed, okay? You're not going to enter my room, are you?"
I can't enter the room, but the feeling of "being watched" is still everywhere.
Grand Duke Rimmer lay down and climbed out of the coffin, climbed out of the coffin and lay down again. He opened and closed the coffin that had been used for thousands of years, closed and opened it again. He still felt goosebumps coming out. He had no choice but to go find Gray.
special:
"Can you please stop letting him stare at me like this? If this continues, I will have no choice but to go back to the Black Forest!"