Gretel thus lived a happy life of getting on the bus to sleep, getting off the bus to take pictures - ah no, getting on the bus to do animal experiments, getting off the bus to treat locals, and earning money from experimental animals.
On the first day, there were only three people in the carriage: him, Bernard, and Master Hemond, plus the deer that was tortured to half death. When they arrived at the destination, they killed the deer, dissected it, and treated everyone to a feast of meat.
The next day, Master Tarbert also got on the carriage and watched them conduct experiments with great interest. When he learned that this treatment method might be helpful in treating miners' lung disease, Master Tarbert was very happy.
ask:
"Can I try?"
"Uh...can't..."
Grete is sweating profusely. Master, you are too old! You are over 350 years old! Even if a dwarf can live to be 400 years old, your age is equivalent to a human being over 80 years old!
Generally speaking, the treatment targets for large-volume alveolar lavage are those under 65 years old...
Moreover, the old man's cardiopulmonary function was very poor. He often had to sit half-recumbent at night and take low-flow oxygen in order to sleep. Grete also isolated Mycobacterium tuberculosis from his sputum.
This is active pulmonary tuberculosis, severe low lung function, serious disease or dysfunction of major organs such as the heart, brain, liver, and kidneys...
Same thing, all are contraindications for this kind of surgery!
"Ah...oh..." Master Talbot was very disappointed:
"You're young, don't be so timid! I'm willing to try it! And there's magic on my side! - You magicians have always been bold!"
Gretel simply rolled his eyes.
That's a magician you're talking about. I'm a doctor, thank you.
And he is also the deputy chief physician, with a deputy senior professional title! Only chief physicians with a senior professional title can preside over general new technology, new project surgeries, or high-risk scientific research project surgeries approved by the competent authorities! I am still one level behind!
Unless absolutely necessary and absolutely necessary, I will not violate the contraindications and perform surgery on patients rashly!
Master Tarbert retreated in dismay. Then, on the third day, he brought his disciple Vigeland over and squeezed into Gretel's car...
"Mage Nordmark, can you take a look and let him try it?"
Gretel:
"..."
"..."
"That's enough for you! I haven't finished my animal experiments yet! I even killed two rabbits today! I can't do human experiments at all now! Get out! I can't even fit in my carriage!"
I always feel that after several failures, I am still stuck on the blood oxygen saturation level... Even if I give him the cheapest oximeter!
Just the finger clip type!
In my previous life, I only sold it on Taobao for over 100 yuan!
Now I have to do some hard work on my own, only to realize that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. First, I need to get two light-emitting diodes, one emits infrared rays with a wavelength of 660 nanometers, and the other emits infrared rays with a wavelength of 905~910 or 940 nanometers!
Just this request made Gretel want to die——
As long as he can make diodes, he can't even make a rectifier, so he has to use the oldest version of mercury arc rectifier?
This is not over yet. After making the light-emitting diodes, we still need to make chips, make memories, and program the microprocessor...
Provide the obtained photoelectric signal to the microprocessor, process it according to the formula, and display it on the LCD screen...
By the way, we also need to make an LCD screen!
——Let’s think about how to use magic instead.
"Let's do it again...Bernard, please cover the rabbit's nose and mouth. Don't cover it to death. I'll try a new spell..."
Well, there is a first-level magic in the prophecy department called bloodline identification. As long as there is a drop of blood, the race of the target individual can be identified;
The necromancy system also has a first-level magic called fortune-telling, which can tell whether a creature is dead, weak, seriously injured but desperately trying to survive, or whether it is completely healthy.
Gretel plans to try to see if these two magics can distinguish blood oxygen saturation. If not, can they summarize their characteristics and create a new magic that can be used?
——After all, if a creature is weak or seriously injured, its blood oxygen saturation will probably be problematic!
Grete was throwing spells one after another. He was now a fourth-level mage, full of energy, and had first-level magic. Throwing dozens of spells a day was not a problem at all. Moreover, the study of magic did not rely on quantity——
Every time you cast a spell, you have to calculate, study, and compare. There are stacks of draft papers in front of Gretel, and soon they were piled up again...
"Ahhhhh! Bernard! Bernard! Don't let the rabbit eat my draft!!"
Look, this is the pain of researching on a carriage. As long as he is in his own mage tower, how can he have a table and the draft will not be placed on the floor of the carriage...
Grete resented silently. However, three days later, he no longer even had such research conditions:
The carriage reaches the end. The next journey is to climb mountains, drill into caves, climb over mountains, drill into caves...
Gretel slowly raised his head and looked far into the distance. The mountain road in front of him was steep and rugged, with no end in sight. It turned left and right, and the climbing angle was at least more than 15 degrees.
Can't a magic horse ride on this mountain road? Should it rub against someone else's phantom horse? Or do we have to climb up with two legs? Climb for several days in a row?
Suddenly I regretted taking this trip!
"Don't worry, little mage." Master Tarbot laughed and walked over, holding two goats in his hands. The one leading to him had long hair like snow, and curved horns like steel, and a half-old goat was draped on his back.
The saddle is a local daily mount at first glance:
"This thing can climb the mountain road more quickly than a horse. How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"
Grete observed it carefully. Sheep are famous for being good at climbing mountains. In his previous life, Grete had seen videos of climbing cliffs and going up to reservoirs. The nearly 90-degree steep slope was like walking on flat ground. This kind of 15 or 20-degree mountain road, I think.
It shouldn’t be a problem. As for carrying capacity...
The goat led by the old dwarf has a strong body, a broad back, and four solid legs, unlike a camel that can't move him.
In fact, Gretel saw from a distance that a group of dwarf cavalry had come from behind. Even the armor and weapons, the combined weight was estimated to be 1.5 times as much as his, and they were sitting peacefully on the back of the goat——
Grete was already a little satisfied. Look at the clean wool, and the huge curved horns from the top of the head to the shoulders. You can reach out and grab it while sitting on the saddle. He is not tall, and when riding it, his toes are slightly out.
You can step on the ground in one go.
Security +1, +1, +1...
"This goat is great! Can I ride it?"
He tentatively stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, the goat snorted, turned its head in disdain, and faced him with the back of its head. Master Tarbert was shaking with laughter beside him:
"Hahahaha, he doesn't like you! Little mage, have you killed too many sheep along the way, so he doesn't like your taste?"
nonsense!
I take a shower every day!
Also use cleaning techniques to clean up!
I'm not covered in formalin!
Grete thought for a while, took out a few seeds, held them in his palm, and activated the magic gently. The goat turned back suddenly, rolled its long tongue, and took away the green grass in his palm.
Gretel relied on bribes to sit on the sheep's back. He leaned back and forth on the sheep's back, paying the price of back pain, numb legs, and delayed research progress. After two days of climbing the mountain and another day of drilling into the cave, he successfully arrived at the Dwarf King.
Ting.
Early on the fourth day, Gretel sat down at the negotiation table with every part of his body hurting.
——Please accompany me to the last seat.
It would be nice not to have to negotiate with the dwarf elders... He wanted to catch up on his sleep...
"The price of ore is too low! If this continues, we won't have to do business next year!"
Grete woke up instantly with fright.
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