It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 214: Going to the Alchemy Academic Annual Meeting to buy something? (Mr. Chun, leader, additional update 2)
Chapter 214: Going to the Alchemy Academic Annual Meeting to buy something? (Mr. Chun, leader, additional update 2)
In this way, followers and followers reached a balance. From the next day, Mr. Aurora Wharton, a third-level arcanist and a fifth-level magician, began not sleeping during the day and unable to sleep at night... Sorry,
A happy life of doing experiments during the day and writing papers at night.
Mr. Wharton was happy at work.
Gretel ignored him most of the time and was minding his own business. He only gave a few words of advice when sending out tasks:
"Measure the weight of the gas that emits blue fire!" Weight, weight...it's so light that it's almost impossible to detect T_T, and the boss's requirements are very strict...
"Be careful not to leak out the yellow-green gas!" How dare you, I've been poisoned once before!
"Write down all the things that will emit yellow-green gas when electrolyzed, and summarize it!" 20 kinds of materials have been tried, but the boss obviously feels that it is not enough...
However, Wharton occasionally wanted to do some experiments of his own, and Gretel gave him enough freedom and did not feel that he was delaying his progress. For example:
"This gas can be ignited and will emit blue fire? Can I use it instead of sulfur as a casting material to try the fireball spell?"
"Okay, let's try it. Don't stay here, find a larger venue, and protect it well - if possible, hire a master to help you add a barrier..."
Our Mr. Wharton dragged a senior brother down. He refreshed his badge and authority, booked a spell testing room for training fifth-level magic, raised a spell barrier, and Senior Brother Yang set up enough armor for him. Then, he hid.
Behind the barrier, he used his mental power to outline the fireball spell model and touched the gas in the test tube——
"boom!!!"
On the wall, in the center of the room, the magic barrier was shattered layer by layer. The senior brother slowly opened his mouth: "You...you are using the fireball technique...right?!"
"Yeah..." Aurora Wharton's eyes widened. He looked at the crystals on the wall of the testing room, the test tube in his hand, and then the spell barrier:
"Senior, senior brother, fortunately I brought you here..."
If he hadn't come to the high-level testing room, if there weren't layers of spell barriers, and if the fireball spell exploded, the air waves might have rolled into his face!
The senior brother stared at the test tube in his hand and was too embarrassed to ask. Aurora Wharton smiled at him and ran up to the 375th floor. When she rushed to Grete, he was already running huffing and puffing, holding his knees and saying:
"That...that fireball technique..."
"Boom, right?"
Gretel asked without raising his head. This word had never appeared before, but it was so vivid that Wharton understood the meaning without even thinking. He took a breath and nodded vigorously:
"Yes, that's right! Fortunately, I listened to you...how did you know you know Boom? Can I teach it to others?"
"You go and write your paper."
"Okay! The author writes your name!"
"You are the second one."
"Okay! Thank you!"
Master Wharton was busy doing experiments, supplementing data, and writing papers. Whether the spell strength, spell explosion range, range have changed, and whether the amount of gas carried will affect the spell strength. These are all tested, which is very exhausting.
.Wow, it seems that today’s entertainment time has disappeared again...
The idea was just a passing thought. Only by completing all the data can I publish a good enough paper, and only then can I use it as a complete improvement magic to get enough rewards from the parliament.
However, Master Wharton knows it, Gretel also knows it, and every mage in the Magic Council knows it. In this improvement, switching to a new material is not the key. Discover an unknown new material and try to find a stable and reliable method of making it.
Testing its properties is the key to everything.
That's why Grete was able to get a work as a matter of course. He even asked Wharton to be signed as the second author, which was quite generous. It's just a tool for measuring data and writing papers. Where can I find it?
So Master Wharton went to work with tears of gratitude. He wrote down a bunch of data here, and just as he was about to sort it out, he shouted again:
"Oluo, come here and do me a favor... set up a force field barrier, okay, pump out the air, fill it with fire energy, and ignite it!"
BOOM!
It exploded again...
"Isn't this force field strong enough... Let's strengthen the force field barrier and try again!"
BOOM!
"Strengthen it a little more, reach your limit! Do it again, Auro, please!"
This time it burned safely. The charcoal in the force field barrier was spitting out white flames and was quickly burned clean. As soon as Wizard Wharton breathed a sigh of relief, he listened to Gretel's command:
"Put in more water vapor! Pour in more water! Increase the high temperature! High temperature!"
BOOOOOOOM!
"Well... boss, let's eat first. I ordered ham and honeydew melon, ribs in sauce, baked mushrooms and pan-fried cod..."
"What did you say?"
"Let's eat first!"
"The last sentence!"
"I ordered ham and honeydew..."
"Honeydew melon! Yes, honeydew melon!" Gretel suddenly stood up, spinning around excitedly: "Buy me two melons. By the way, does Babel allow melons to be brought into the laboratory?"
"...It's okay to bring a few slices in occasionally, but it's best to eat them quickly... The teacher will scold you... Why do you want honeydew melon?"
"oops……"
Grete was spinning around. Wizard Wharton saw his eyes shining brightly, and he opened his mouth several times, raising his hands to try to make gestures, obviously trying to explain to himself. After struggling for a while, his shoulders still dropped.
collapse:
"You'll know when I make it!"
"I, I'll get lunch..."
I can’t even understand the project my boss is working on, and the boss thinks you can’t even understand it when he explains it to you...
Sadness.
Master Wharton was dejected and left in despair. After a while, he carried the lunch box upstairs. Gretel took a bite, took a look, took another bite, and took another look...
"Boss, don't be reluctant to eat honeydew melon! It's wrapped in ham! I've ordered the honeydew melon you want and will bring it to you during afternoon tea!"
"Ah...oh, I just forgot, in fact, we only need the melon rind..."
Aurora Walton: “…????”
Doesn’t that mean I have to order a few honeydew melons? Otherwise, do you want me to dig through the trash can?
As a result, he didn't even eat a bite of the honeydew melon in the afternoon. Grete personally cut the honeydew melon into half-centimeter-thick slices, put them up individually, and set up a large array of melon rinds in the corner of the laboratory. The melon rinds were large.
On the shelves below the array, there are at least hundreds of glass dishes placed in rows and rows...
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"Uh...I've made it and I'll show you the paper!"
Gretel set up two stoves next to them, and they were cooking broth in one pot and seaweed in the other. The fragrance of the cooking was all over the corridor...
Gretel's technical route is very clear.
Boil broth culture medium, boil agar culture medium, and cook various culture media. Culture bacteria such as Staphylococcus aureus and Escherichia coli in the culture medium. Then, get soil, dust, grass leaves, and various other media everywhere.
Plant something, put it in a culture medium and multiply it, and see if you can get lucky and make penicillin.
Naturally, as the destined culture medium for propagating penicillin - melon, we must not let it go!
Of course, there is no penicillin. Streptomycin, chlortetracycline, and tetracycline will all work. If you can knock out one, it will be one. As for how to refine penicillin after knocking out penicillium, and how to make it into medicines, cough, the ship will arrive at the bridge.
It will be straight!
Gretel gave this project infinite patience. In the world before traveling to the world, it took Alexander Fleming at least half a year from starting to do bacterial culture experiments to discovering penicillin - and the subsequent verification did not count. Gretel watched
Looking at my luck index, I don’t think it will be higher than Fleming’s...
So, is it normal to spend a year or two looking for penicillin?
Anyway, he got the results of the old dwarf's sputum culture experiment. There were indeed a large number of Mycobacterium tuberculosis in the sputum. His treatment method couldn't handle this thing, so he couldn't get a penicillin anyway.
Gretel calmly conducted experiments slowly, calling Aurora for help several times a day - probably consuming half of his spells. Unfortunately, there was no result. The force field barrier either exploded with a bang, or flickered out inside.
, there was no movement at all. He was not in a hurry, but Aurora Wharton was a little impatient:
"Boss, what are you planning to do? How about I find a senior brother to help?"
"Well, no need, I'll think about it again... maybe the parameters are adjusted wrong..."
The two of them were in the same room, each doing their own thing. Wizard Wharton felt that his life was back to the same place, reading books, studying magic, doing experiments, and copying scrolls. In addition to having an extra boss in name, he had to always remember to give him a boost.
A protective shield, the rest of the rhythm has not changed at all. Oh, by the way, remember to order meals every day...
Aurora Wharton deeply doubted whether Gretel would starve to death in the laboratory if he was not responsible for bringing food.
After working on experiments for half a month, the task given by Gretel finally came to an end. After submitting the paper for review, Master Wharton suddenly felt relaxed. He took stock of what he was doing and came to Gretel with an invitation:
"Boss, there is a meeting tomorrow, are you going to attend?"
"What would happen?"
Gretel raised his head from the microscope. He had been examining microorganisms for too long, and the eyepiece had pressed an outline around the orbit of his right eye. At first glance, it looked like a one-sided giant panda. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and his eyes were still out of focus.
I haven’t recovered yet. For a while, I looked at everyone like I was looking at bacteria. There are cells on the top and flagella on the bottom~~~
Seeing this dull, out-of-situ look, Master Wharton really wanted to take a pen and put a black eye on him. One on each side, it would be more symmetrical, wouldn't it?
He showed the invitation to Grete:
"The annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone". "The Philosopher's Stone" is a monthly magazine run by the School of Change. Every year, a group of magicians are invited to hold academic conferences. There will be many interesting gadgets for sale - if you want to find something that cannot be bought outside,
, or a new gadget that has just been made and has not yet been priced, just go to this meeting.
The invitation is for my senior brother, I snatched it from him, and I can bring two people in. Boss, do you want to come with us?"
Gretel hesitated for a moment. Wizard Wharton had already taken out the invitation and waved it in front of him:
"Go, go, go! There are so many interesting things at the conference, including singing dolls, metal birds that can deliver messages, and small houses that can be carried with you! You can also meet many magicians in the alchemy field. What do you want, boss?
You can find someone to customize everything!”
Gretel was moved. Networking was indeed his shortcoming. The more magicians he knew, the easier it was to do anything - such as tissue tweezers, blood vessel clamps, aspirators, and precision analytical balances...
Go to the annual meeting and hang out, maybe you can find someone to do it?
Anyway, the petri dish is left there. Whether you look at it or not look at it, the bacteria in it will grow or not...
At 8:30 the next morning, Gretel followed Master Wharton into the venue. The annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone" was not in the Tower of Babel, but on the thirteenth floor of the sub-tower of the Change Department. According to the invitation,
According to the time schedule, the academic meeting does not start until ten o'clock. Before ten o'clock, the entire venue is in a mess, with countless magicians hawking their things:
"The household golem can cook, wash, and clean for you. It knows 100 kinds of recipes. It is the best choice for a single mage to travel far away. It only costs 199 contribution points!"
"Come on, of your 100 recipes, 99 of them are sandwiches, right?"
"Selling cliff eagle eggs! You can sign a contract to become a magic pet! Another pair of eyes for the mage!"
"Why does your egg look a little smaller? Is it really a cliff eagle? It can't be an owl, right?"
"Purple scale stone! Purple scale stone! The one with the highest price will get it if the quantity is scarce!"
"Let me see, let me see, let me see..."
Grete walked around looking at strange things. Sure enough, he saw a golem that could dance and do somersaults, a pair of small drums that could resonate and transmit sound, and he also saw bundles placed on the side, enchanted with [Eternal Light].
Gretel was very interested in the silver rod of the Flame]. He stood in front of the stall and bargained with the alchemist:
"I don't want it to be so long... half a finger is enough! Just keep the light directional! If it can be done, I want 60 of them, and they can be evenly inlaid on the disk..."
"Uh... The reason why the silver rod is so long is to depict the magic circle... We can cut it to half a foot long at most! If it is shorter, it will require a master to make it, and the price will at least double. Do you want it?"
Grete ran away. Not to mention that the price doubled, even at the current price, he couldn't afford it! A silver rod with a constant flame, starting at 100 gold coins, 60 pieces would cost 6,000 gold coins, so he took out all the money
He doesn't even have one... If not, why would he want to buy a shorter one?
Master Wharton was pulled by him and fled together. After passing seventeen or eight stalls in a row, there was a sudden blockage in front of him, and a large group of mages were rubbing shoulders one after another, squeezing towards a table:
"let me see!"
"Let me take a look!"
"Hey, I really saw it! It's so big!"
"Wow!!! What kind of evil spirit put the bugs here! It's so scary!!!"
Gretel became curious, so he pulled Wharton and squeezed in along with the crowd. Halfway through the crowd, he saw a 27- or 28-year-old mage who was very proud and frothing at the mouth, bragging to his friends:
"How about it? It's interesting! I bought it when I was traveling in the south! This thing is much better than a magnifying glass. It can magnify things 100 times and opens the door to a new world! We are all friends, so I brought you over to take a look first.
, when we have a meeting later, this is the content of my speech! I won’t be able to wait in line by then!”
Aurora Walton: "..."
He looked at Gretel, blinked, pointed at the table, and blinked again:
...I remember you watching this every day in the laboratory?