It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 313: Penicillin, magical magic explodes production capacity! (Update 5 with 10,000 rewards)
Chapter 313: Penicillin, magical magic explodes production capacity! (Update 5 with 10,000 rewards)
Gretel watched for a while, leaving the gremlin upstairs to continue working, and hurried downstairs. Whether he was watching or not, the gremlin was still working like that, and he would not work hard or reduce the quality of the product.
.So, on this side, you can rest assured for the time being.
What he needs to pay more attention to now is the production and quality of penicillin.
The production room was steaming with steam. Led by Pastor Matthew, the six pastors each faced a beaker, their eyes slightly closed, and muttered something. Green light shone on the palms and fingertips, falling on the little bacteria in the beaker, and soon
It dyed the whole beaker green.
In the production room, the only female apprentice with experience in cultivating Penicillium was walking around lightly and quickly, stopping in front of a certain beaker from time to time, closing her eyes for a moment, and whispering various key points:
"Pay attention to the temperature of the culture medium..."
"The medium must be stirred constantly..."
"To maintain its vitality..."
Gretel stood quietly at the door of the production room for a while. After the female apprentice completed her inspection, she walked towards him quickly and lightly, asking for instructions in a low voice:
"Sir, is this okay? Is this speed enough?"
"Far from enough."
Gretel shook his head firmly.
The production efficiency of six people working together is indeed much higher than that of one person. At least as far as Grete can see, the amount produced in this wave is equivalent to their usual output in a day.
But now, what they need is to produce the output that usually takes 500 days or even 1,000 days in one day!
"Annivea," he tried to relax his brows and encouraged the female apprentice:
"I know you work hard - you all work hard. But now, we need to increase our production capacity 100 times or 200 times to save these patients. Work harder, their lives are in your hands! -
When will Elder Wood arrive?”
The last sentence was asked to Pastor Matthew. When sending the patient to the hospital, Pastor Matthew had already noticed that something was wrong, and used the sect's unique method to send an urgent message to Elder Wood. However, where is the elder now and when?
Grete has no idea if he can get there——
"I'm here!" After saying that everyone had arrived, Elder Wood strode in quickly and furiously. Behind him were five or six priests, who had obviously pulled over all the people in the sect who were nearby. When he entered the door, he looked around.
, then said to Gretel:
"You want to make this little thing grow longer? Leave it to me, I'll help!"
"Not only that, the main thing is to make it secrete more effective substances that can kill bacteria-"
Grete hurriedly explained to Elder Wood. After a brief description, he demonstrated the effect of penicillium dripping into Staphylococcus aureus to inhibit the killing of bacteria. Then, he took Elder Wood to the magic circle used for extraction and let him watch the filtration.
, centrifugation, adding sodium hydroxide, the process of magic purification——
"What is needed is this substance. It would be best if the Penicillium can grow more and secrete more of this substance. It can save the patient's life!"
"I understand." Elder Wood's eyes were half-open and half-closed during the whole process, and he seemed to be distracted, but Gretel knew that he was using his magic power to sense every detail. After the demonstration, he immediately drove Gretel away:
"I'll take care of the production, you go and do yours!"
"Let me work together! The syringes are still being produced and need to be sterilized at high temperature after production. We still have an hour and a half!"
Elder Wood readily agreed. He and Gretel stepped into the production room together, followed the Penicillium production process, and soon began to give orders:
"You two, Level 1 and Level 2, are responsible for the first round of growth of Penicillium!"
"You two, level three and level four, are responsible for the second round of birth!"
"Don't use small jars, use the largest jar to induce vine growth, and connect the three levels of jars together! Matthew, you take other people with levels above five to be responsible for the third round of growth! One person is responsible for stirring, and the other is in charge.
Input the fire energy, and everyone else is responsible for outputting the power of nature to make these little things grow!"
"Leave the task of optimizing the bacterial strains to me!"
Gretel looked at Elder Wood with shocked eyes. He vaguely remembered hearing gossip from his pharmacy students that the current industrial production of penicillin is indeed a process of doubling once, doubling twice, and then mass-producing in large jars. Elder, you are empty-handed.
Just rub it out?
He turned around and ran away: "You don't need to collect the fire gas! I'll set up the electrolysis device!"
Isn’t it just electrolyzed water? Isn’t it necessary to add a little sodium hydroxide to the electrolyzed water? Now the Mage Tower is fully producing bleaching powder. How much sodium hydroxide is the by-product? How much is it?
The arrival of Elder Wood pressed the accelerator button on the entire production process. The entire mage tower rumbled and rotated at high speed.
The flames flickered, and the cornstarch boiled, and then quickly dropped to the right temperature under the cooling magic. The centrifuge turned at full speed, and the buzzing sound was so loud that even the invisible servants in the magic tower started running.
The tower spirit MOSS is fixed in the core of the magic tower. It has no long legs and can only admire beside Gretel:
"Master, I have never seen our magic tower work so efficiently..."
When the first batch of 600 syringes was produced and the high-temperature sterilization was completed, a 10*10 piece of the small bottle containing penicillin sodium was already laid out in front of Grete.
100 bottles, 4.8 grams each, 8 million units.
——At least enough for the first batch of patients. Enough for the most urgent and dangerous batch of patients.
The big stone pressing on Gretel's chest finally loosened a little. He bowed deeply to Elder Wood:
"Elder, thank you so much! - Thank you for being here! Please take these Penicillium molds to continue to breed, the more, the better! I only worry about too little here, I don't worry about the production being insufficient! After finishing a
Send it to me quickly, it’s urgent!”
He picked up two boxes - the smaller one contained penicillin, and the larger one contained 600 sterilized syringes - stuffed them into the space bag, and rushed to the infectious disease hospital. It had been more than an hour, what happened to the patients?
How many people have become critically ill? Are there any patients who have died before being rescued in time?
Grete was extremely anxious. Even if he repeatedly told himself that it would take 2 to 3 days from the onset of intestinal anthrax to death from septicemia, he could not stop being anxious. The magic horse was considerate and ran fast and steady, but Gretel was
I can't help but urge again and again. If it weren't for my limited riding skills and lack of tools at hand, I would have to use riding whips and spurs.
"Drive, drive, drive!" Gretel was lying on the horse and kept shouting. From the mage tower to the infectious disease hospital, it was only about a kilometer away. The magic horse arrived quickly at full speed. He could see the hospital gate from a distance.
, Gretel suddenly reined in his horse:
what happened?
This is his infectious disease hospital, not a prison, nor is it a zombie siege!
"Let me out! Let me out!" On the side of the hospital, on the high wall, seven or eight people were trying to climb over it. On the outside of the wall, a group of uniformed patrols held their spears upside down and pushed them hard with each move.
Click back:
"Why are you running? Don't you know you've been infected by the plague?! If you are let out now, you may get sick at any time and fall down somewhere! The Master Mage is kind-hearted and leaves you here to watch. You still don't know what's good for you! Die!
Forget it if you stay outside, if you drag the whole city to death with you, you won’t be able to enter the Kingdom of God even if you die!”
Grete: "..." This is not too serious. One good thing about anthrax is that human-to-human transmission is relatively rare...
The patrolmen were poking and yelling vigorously. Gretel had already seen three or four people being poked down, but the others were still alive and climbing. During the commotion, two men in black left the carriage and ran from a distance, but
It is the action team of the Emergency Management Department. The headed magician raised his voice:
"What are you yelling at them?!"
He drank a magic character and pointed to the wall. A faint magical light flashed through, and everyone on the wall looked confused in their eyes. They all let go and jumped off the wall.
He galloped towards the door of the hospital and thanked him. The magician who took action smiled lightly:
"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just a shot of [Charm Humans] to calm them down. Every magician in our emergency management department must practice it. It's especially useful when dealing with large-scale riots by people-"
Before he finished speaking, another head popped up on the wall, but it was the one that had just been charmed before. The previous magic worked, and the patrolling guards relaxed their vigilance a little, and did not poke them with their spears in time. Then they saw the man struggling to climb over the wall.
, rolled and fell, and fell to the ground. He got up, didn't even have time to stand up straight, and ran out as hard as he could.
The two guards cursed and immediately chased after him. The man who climbed over the wall was obviously injured in the fall and ran with a limp. He was quickly escorted by the guards. Grete saw at a glance that it was a brown-haired boy.
While struggling, he shouted:
"Let me out! If I don't go to work, my boss will fire me!"
... Unemployment is more fierce than a tiger. Gretel sighed secretly: The threat of unemployment is so powerful that it can make workers break their heads and still go to work, and wake up in the ICU after losing too much blood and still have to write code.
It can also give workers in this world the power to fight against [Charming Humans]...
Thinking of his previous life as a laborer, he secretly shed tears of sympathy for himself. The young man was cut off by two guards and shouted desperately:
"Let me out! I found a job with great difficulty yesterday! I am unemployed and without salary, my brother can no longer study! And my mother and little Lila! They are all sick, and they still have to rely on money for treatment.
I’ll earn it!”
……well.
All living beings suffer.
Gretel sighed slightly. The young man struggled and was escorted past him. Suddenly he stretched his head as hard as he could and shouted to him:
"Sir! Mr. Magician! - What's wrong with my mother? What's wrong with little Lila? Save them! Please, please save them!"
Gretel had heard such hoarse shouts countless times in his previous life, and every time without exception, it made him feel pity. But how could he find the strength to reverse the serious matter of life and death? The infectious disease hospital was full of patients, and the critically ill patients did not know
How many of them were there? He didn't even know who the boy's mother and sister were.
As for the problem of unemployment after being quarantined, even the government in his previous life couldn't solve it, so what can he do on his own?
Gretel couldn't even look into the boy's pleading eyes and say to him, "We will try our best" like he did in his previous life. He could only be cruel, turned away and rushed into the hospital quickly. As soon as he entered the hall,
Asked Leon Carlos, who was coordinating the arrangements at the door:
"What's going on now? How many critically ill patients are there?"
God bless me, the first batch of penicillin he brought over must be enough!
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