Chapter 528: The Snake Spirit version of the blood tester is online!
Grete happily went out on the boat and asked people to carry him back with his eyes closed. This incident shocked a large group of people on the spot.
The dwarf elder stood beside his bed for half a quarter of an hour, mumbling for a while, and then said, "It's okay, the breath of life is very strong";
Elder Buffalo asked about the cause and effect and said, "This is a good thing. The spirit of the contract has gained something and can feed its master back. Congratulations";
Master LeBron came over and walked around, saying, "It's okay, just keep quiet and let him meditate."
Even Marquis Tergu of the Vampire Tribe generously said, "If it doesn't work out, I can give him some blood..."
“There’s really no need for this!”
Cerela pushed him out with all her strength.
Grete calmed down in a meditative state, accepting the waves of endless memories from the little snake. From breaking the shell, to growing, from hunting, to occupying the nest.
Then he was accepted as a contracted spirit by a young wizard, and followed him through the wilderness. He tasted herbs, fought poisonous insects, cured stubborn diseases, and fought ferocious beasts...
After decades of loneliness, he made a contract with a new person. Under his control, he saw sights he had never seen before...
The memory of the Contracted Spirit is complex yet simple. Vision, hearing, smell, and inspiration beyond them all came to him at once.
Grete emptied his mind, letting his mind go blank, desperately hinting to himself:
"That's why there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts, or consciousness...no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind, no color, sound, fragrance, or touch..."
All I can say is that when I was in the hospital, the scriptures I learned to comfort patients are still of some use.
During the meditation process, you can't feel the passage of time. People outside come and go, the room is noisy and quiet, but Grete doesn't care, he is immersed in meditation wholeheartedly.
When he sorted out all the information and opened his eyes, it was already dark in the cabin. A lamp was like a bean, and the light of the [Eternal Flame] was covered by frosted glass and could only illuminate a few feet around the table.
There was a dinner on the table, and I don’t know what was used to keep it warm. The lid was hazy and full of water vapor. The sea wind was roaring outside the cabin and the water was rushing. It was obvious that I had left the island, spread my sails, and was traveling at night.
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Cerira was lying on the other side of the table. She didn't know how long she had been waiting here. She pillowed her arms on her arms and slept with her face flushed. She didn't know what she saw in her dream, and her saliva was about to flow out.
Gretel cautiously peeked at her. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he woke up the sleeping dragon. In short, he didn't intend to try it. He stretched out his hand and a cup flew over the table. The water-generating technique was activated and it fell down.
Half a cup of water.
"Gretel! You're awake!"
Unexpectedly, just this little movement woke up the silver dragon girl. She rubbed her eyes and jumped down:
"What happened to that little snake?"
"It seems to have grown up..." Grete stretched out his hand to show her. The little snake doubled in length and became thicker. It was coiled around his wrist. It rubbed against him and kept spitting snake messages at Cerela.
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Serira was delighted to see it, and stretched out her hand to tease it. The little snake wrapped its tail around Grete's wrist, and stood up halfway. Its head moved up and down, left and right, dodging and playing with Serira.
The little snake moved quickly, but Cerela's reaction was even faster. Sometimes, before she had time to dodge, the girl would tap her little head lightly.
It swallowed a lot of poisonous dragon breath, and Cerela's fingertips were covered with a layer of brilliance. This press could actually touch the virtual body, and pressed it directly to the table. For a moment, the cabin was crisp and clear, and girls were everywhere.
of laughter.
Gretel allowed her to play with the little snake, while he devoured the dinner and cleaned up the dinner. Then he stretched out his wrist and let the little snake wrap around him again, and he concentrated on communicating with it:
"I made two parts of salt water, can you tell the difference?"
The little snake was circling around his wrist, and he was a little confused. Grete put away the dishes and took two liquids with a test tube: one 0.9% normal saline and one Ringer's solution. It was clear and transparent, the same temperature, and put it on the table.
Put it on the previous one.
The little snake plunged in. After a while, feedback came:
"no the same."
"Why is it different?"
"..."
Obviously, this question was beyond the little snake's expressive ability. It circled around Grete's wrist several times, moving its head up and down, but no message could be transmitted. Gretel was not in a hurry, opened a set of alchemy equipment, and continued
Dispensing:
A pinch of glucose, dissolved in water;
A pinch of oral rehydration salts dissolved in 100 ml of distilled water:
Potassium chloride solution;
Sodium bicarbonate solution;
Penicillin injection...
Saline injection mixed with cowpox...
The little snakes "tasted" them one by one. Although they couldn't tell the difference, they could remember which one was which and which one was similar to which one:
For example, Ringer's solution is relatively close to normal saline, and somewhat similar to oral rehydration salts;
Compared with Ringer's solution, Oral Rehydration Solution has a little more glucose flavor but lacks something else;
Penicillin solution is very similar to normal saline, but has a very strong smell, while vaccinia injection is much milder...
Grete was surprised and delighted. He discharged a long row of test tubes in one breath:
As soon as he thought about it, the little snake swam from one test tube to that test tube. He buried his head in it, stayed there for a while, and then pulled it out; he changed another one, buried it in there for a while...
Although he couldn't distinguish the taste of acid and alkali, he could point out to Gretel which ones were strong and which ones were soft, from strong acid to weak acid, from weak base to strong base, in order, without any confusion.
Serela sat under the lamp with her cheeks in her hands, watching happily. When the little snake took a bite, she also took a bite; when the little snake dipped a drop, she picked it up and drank it...
"Hey! This is concentrated sulfuric acid! You can't drink it!"
"Ah? What?"
Serila pursed her lips and lightly licked the roof of her mouth with her tongue:
"No acid?"
"Forget it, it's up to you..."
You can say whatever you want, but Grete doesn't dare to try any other potions. What if the Dragon Clan can't handle it? What if her delicate lips are burnt and the mucous membrane is blistered?
Forget it, find something safer...
He rummaged around in the space bag and pulled out a few more test tubes. Blood, suspected of hyperlipidemia; blood, suspected of gout; blood, suspected of diabetes; blood, suspected of anemia...
He slid it aside, put a test tube of normal blood in it, and pointed at the little snake:
"superior!"
After a while, the little snake frantically sent a lot of messages:
"This doesn't taste good! Bah, bah, bah! It smells like fat!"
"This one doesn't taste good either! It's a bit similar to the one you said is sour, but it's different..."
“This is so bland!”
"This tastes good, a bit like that... that... you said it tastes sweet!"
Gretel was overjoyed. The little snake is so awesome! Although I can’t report specific values and can’t do quantitative analysis, at least it can be done qualitatively!
This is a snake-shaped blood tester!
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