Chapter 314: Divine magic doesn’t work, why not try penicillin?
Leon Carlos lowered his head and flipped through the record book.
As expected, this young man grew up in a winery when he was a child, and was later thrown to the winery by Gretel, where he worked on technical improvements for a period of time. After the experience of doing business, patients were pouring in like a flood, and he has coordinated until now.
Well organized and not in a mess.
Grete asked, and when he flipped through his notebook, he could answer immediately:
"So far, 538 people have been admitted to the hospital, 273 of whom are bedridden and unable to move. 97 are unconscious or semi-conscious. Medical mages and priests are doing their best to treat them."
97 people.
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. The first batch of penicillin made by Elder Wood and his people included 100 bottles. Plus the 10 bottles he brought over, it was enough for 97 people each. The rest was enough for skin testing——
Yes, skin test!
Grete was overwhelmed when he thought of the skin test. Not only the skin test, but also the drugs that were written on the book for intravenous infusion were administered intramuscularly, and the trouble involved also made him frown. After thinking about it, he
I sincerely feel that before using a killer weapon like penicillin, magic or magic should be used to save the life...
When he was in Heartland City, Elder Erwin's miraculous skill of directed killing of dysentery bacteria was still fresh in his memory. However, he was limited to the level at that time and did not learn it. After coming to Nevis City, he tried to learn it on his own.
He couldn't touch the threshold. Grete had to lament that the "I'm thinking" power of divine magic was really unreasonable sometimes.
Maybe he needs a high-level healer to help develop it?
However, Elder Wood and all the priests of the God of Nature were all recruited by him to make penicillin. Gretel thought for a while between the priests of the god of war, the priests of the goddess of springs, and the magicians of the medical branch, and the balance in his heart did not waver.
He fell directly to the side of the magician.
He asked Leon Carlos and found Archmage Tolga in the lounge on the east side of the first floor. The archmage of the medical branch washed his hands and changed clothes. After resting for a while, his face softened a lot.
I heard Grete say that there is a new treatment method, and I am very willing to try it:
"Kill a certain kind of germ accurately? OK, let me try it!"
Grete took him to the laboratory. After it was confirmed that it was anthrax, Grete lowered the level of protection: instead of wearing a heavy leather epidemic medical suit, he replaced it with long sleeves and trousers, gloves and a mask, and a bubble cover on his head.
technique.
After testing, this combination can achieve effective protection against bacteria. As long as you don't touch it with your hands, untie the air bubbles, and remember to wash your hands before taking off the mask, it will basically not cause infection. Well, if necessary, add another pair of goggles...
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It has to be said that this equipment is much lighter, and the operation in the examination room is also much more sensitive. Gretel showed various examination materials to Archmage Tolga - the environment, water bodies, patient's excrement, etc., and then
Operating the microscope, making smears, and letting the Archmage observe everything.
"You see, it is this kind of bacteria - flat at both ends, without flagella, very large - that is responsible for this disease. If we can accurately kill the bacteria in the patient's body, we should be able to treat the disease."
"Is that so? Let me give it a try..."
Archmage Tolga pondered. Half a minute later, he stretched out his palm and pointed it at the slide under the microscope. A white light flashed, and Gretel used the microscope to observe again:
"Uh, maybe what you see now is a corpse? Wait a moment, I will do a bacterial culture to see..."
The results of the bacterial culture were very optimistic - new anthrax bacteria did not appear. Archmage Tolga also used sterilization spells on environmental sampling and water sampling, and the results were still quite optimistic. Gretel was overjoyed and picked up the leather that his apprentice had prepared.
After testing the liquid, he immediately took Master Tolga to the ward.
They first found a patient with mild symptoms. Once targeted sterilization was performed, the patient had no reaction.
Another one, another targeted sterilization, but the patient still showed no signs of improvement.
Maybe the metabolism of anthrax toxin also takes time? Grete guessed. He gritted his teeth and chose a patient with symptoms of abdominal pain, bloating, and ascites during the magic B-ultrasound examination, and asked Archmage Tolga to try casting a sterilization spell.
, after waiting for 5 minutes, Grete personally performed an abdominal puncture on the patient and took out the ascites for a culture test...
The ascites extracted was red, like the residual water from washing meat. After staining and microscopy, Bacillus anthracis was still found.
"...This doesn't seem to work..."
Gretel is troubled. Archmage Tolga's targeted sterilization technique seems to be ineffective on patients. What went wrong?
He didn't dare to let the archmage change the spells at will. Don't look at them under the microscope, but they were all so tiny. He was just trying to make up for the spells based on what he saw under the microscope. What if he made a mistake in his mind?
What if Bacillus anthracis is changed to E. coli, the balance of intestinal flora will be broken instantly. What if it is changed to white blood cells? What about red blood cells?
Then the healing technique becomes the killing technique!
Gretel thought about it, but couldn't figure out where the problem was. He had no choice but to start Plan B and conduct skin tests on the patients one by one. Penicillin allergy was dangerous, and Gretel didn't have any symptomatic drugs on hand.
The patient is not so sick that he is about to die, but it is safer to do a skin test.
"You have clearly seen that the location for the skin test is on the palm side of the forearm, two fingers upward from the wrist crease, in the middle..." A row of apprentices stood in front of Gretel, squeezing each other, listening to his explanation.
:
"The skin test is an intradermal injection. The injection needle is at an angle of 5 degrees to the skin, that is, it only needs to be slightly tilted. After inserting it, slowly push the potion... Okay, now each person receives 20 skin test needles and goes to do it
Let’s do it! Let’s do a skin test on the critically ill patient first!”
Fortunately, the injection needles he had the little monster make before contained three hundred 1ml skin test needles!
The apprentices rushed away. Gretel also took 20 skin test needles, inhaled the potion one by one, and began to operate. While operating, he prayed:
Never be allergic, never be allergic, never be allergic...
Mr. Norwood's magic circle should be more reliable and don't have too many impurities...
But to be honest, you will die if you are allergic to penicillin, and you will die if you are allergic to anthrax. In comparison, you will die faster if you are allergic to it...
He waited anxiously, like a little rabbit growing radishes, pulling it out every five minutes to see if the radishes were growing - Grete indeed walked around the ward every five minutes to see if there were any.
Which patient is allergic to penicillin? After walking around for the second time, there was a roar in the corridor of the ward, and a group of people came towards me.
"Grete, let's go back first." The leader, Bishop Sullivan, greeted Grete from a distance. Grete straightened up from the bedside and said in surprise:
"Master Bishop, are you leaving now?"
"Let's go." Bishop Sullivan wanted to wipe away the sweat. Thinking of Grete's repeated warnings about safety issues, he raised his hand halfway and put it down again:
"We have almost used all our magic, and there is no use staying here any longer. You... just hold on a little longer. When we go back, we will see if we can ask the archbishop to bring another group of people over."
As he spoke, he looked at the ward and then at Grete, with a hint of worry in his brows. Behind him, several God of War priests and several priests from the Spring Temple nodded together. It was obvious that they had already used their magic.
Grete knows that the so-called almost used means that 20% is left. For ordinary healers, unless the situation is particularly urgent, they always have to leave a little margin. Using all the mental power in one breath can easily injure the root.
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But, go back and ask the Archbishop?
Not that easy!
Please ask the Archbishop, the Archpriest, and the Jury to come forward!
Although Grete had already asked Aurora to run away, Grete had no idea how much time it would take to wait for Archmage Carlisle to contact the review meeting, and then wait for the review meeting to invite a high-level healer.
And letting them go now means that if a patient has allergies, there won't even be anyone who can use magic to rescue him...
How to keep them here? Gretel's mind was racing, but he had a sincere smile on his face:
"Master Bishop, everyone, thank you for your hard work. By the way, I brought a new medicine from the Mage Tower. It may have special effects on this plague. Do you want to take a look?"
Bishop Sullivan was immediately moved. When he saw Grete take out a small bottle and shake the white powder inside at him, he became more curious. Looking left and right, he saw that several young priests around him were a little unable to walk.
Looking like this, I couldn’t help but say:
"Then let's stay and see?"
"Okay, okay!" Gretel led them in:
"This medicine has special effects on many people, but it has one disadvantage. It may be dangerous for some people whose physical constitution is not suitable for it. So we need to inject a small amount first to see if the patient will have any special reaction..."
"Good boy, you are waiting for us here!" Bishop Sullivan laughed teasingly.
Laughing, he continued to wait with Gretel. After waiting for 20 minutes, he didn't know whether it was a physical problem of people in this world, or whether the magic circle had a miraculous effect on extracting impurities, but no one was allergic. Gretel was thankful to God.
, quickly took out all the penicillin:
"Hurry up! Speed up! Inject one for each micro-severe patient, and if there are more, give it to other patients!"
Get the powder, mix it with saline, draw the liquid, and inject. A dozen students were so busy that they wanted to lift their toes to help. Archmage Tolga was also alerted and came out, shoulder to shoulder with Bishop Sullivan.
, half-closed eyes, standing in front of the bed of Grete's first patient who injected the medicine.
Grete knew that they were feeling the patient's breath of life - he really didn't have this hard skill. If it was not so busy, he would have to try to get some tips, but now, he can only hold his breath.
We shed tears and continued to inject penicillin into critically ill patients according to the list.
One shot, two shots, one bottle, two bottles... The penicillin bottle in his hand was half empty. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the corridor outside the ward. Grete walked out of the ward and bumped into the Archbishop of the Temple of the God of War.
The archbishop simply nodded to him, walked past him, and asked his subordinates directly:
"Sullivan, what are you doing here? Haven't you used up your magic? If you don't go back to rest, why are you waiting in the epidemic area?"
After asking several questions at once, Bishop Sullivan turned back. He looked past his immediate boss and went directly to Gretel:
"Little Grete, your special medicine... works! It really works!"
"What?"
Grete hurriedly squeezed forward to take a look. It had been less than half an hour since the medicine was injected. According to the habit of his previous life, he could not detect any changes in the patient's physical signs. But the bishop had already sensed:
"The patient's vitality has become stronger! The plague that is wrapped around him has become weaker!"