It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 741: Gretel: I developed a new advancement method for barbarians (10,000 rewards plus one update)
Chapter 741: Gretel: I developed a new advancement method for barbarians (10,000 rewards plus one update)
Grete was going to visit the Alchemy Guild, and of course Bernard gave a command and an action. To his surprise, the deliveryman from Black Crow Swamp also shamelessly posted:
"Master Nordmark, what are you looking for? How to dispose of corpses? Shall we go together? If there are products that Black Crow Swamp has purchased for a long time, we can negotiate and get a lower price..."
Huh?
Is there such a good thing?
Grete was a little happy, but also a little embarrassed. He was not the kind of character who could accept other people's kindness calmly. Once he accepted, he would definitely get something in return.
It would be better if this magician from Black Crow Swamp is cooperating on behalf of the school, but if it is on behalf of himself...
"Would it delay your business?"
A magician's time is so precious. For even one second, he wishes he could spend it on meditation and research. How boring is it to go shopping with someone?
If someone is polite to others, he should still pay attention to his own sense of propriety.
"No, no." The Necromancer shook his hands wildly:
"I was appointed here to see what needs you have and try to meet them if I can. Besides, Olivier and I are students of the same teacher. You saved his life. We are all very grateful to you...
…”
Olivier? Who? The Necromancer? When did I save his life? Where?
I have treated so many people that I can’t even remember just one name...
He had a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were straight and his pupils were slightly dilated. You don't need to be a magician, anyone who knows a little bit about social interaction will know that he is completely confused now.
"Olivier! Olivier Brin!"
The Necromancer spoke a little louder. Seeing that Gretel hadn't thought of it yet, he had to raise his right hand, turn his index finger around, and make a "poke into the eye socket" motion...
"Oh oh oh!"
Gretel suddenly realized.
He was the guy who had a sharp knife stabbed into his eye socket, reaching the base of his skull, and the Webster's ring was still underdeveloped!
Sure enough, when I mentioned the medical records, I immediately thought of it!
Since he was a fellow disciple of his patient, Gretel was no longer polite. He and the necromancer walked side by side to the Alchemy Guild, chatting as they walked:
"By the way, why do you have so many corpses in Black Crow Swamp? I remember getting dozens of them from you... Where did your corpses come from?"
“It comes from a wide range of sources!”
When it comes to other topics, the necromancer may be socially anxious, unsociable, and unable to say a word with three sticks... When it comes to corpses, he talks endlessly:
"There are three large almshouses in Nevis, one of which is opened by us. The people in it eat what we have and use what we have. When they die, it will definitely belong to us."
Okay, this theory is watertight. Gretel is curious:
"How many can there be?"
"From this source, there can always be more than 100 a year." The necromancer bent his second finger:
"We are responsible for collecting all the dead and unburied people in Nevis and its surroundings, such as those who died of hunger, fallen on the road, orphans, and the elderly. We also buy corpses all year round..."
Having said this, he puffed up his chest proudly:
"Instead of spending a sum of money on funeral expenses, those poor people might as well sell the body to us. We can make a fortune, just think of it as a final contribution to the family."
It's a great world where corpses can be bought and sold. Although he knew that such behavior would cause various problems, Grete, as a medical student, still felt sincere envy.
In general, teachers are free and so on. This kind of world is the perfect world in the minds of medical students!
"Is there anything else?" he asked curiously:
"From this source, we can only collect the corpses of some poor people. As you mentioned before, corpses from all levels and professions"
"Well, we are the executioners of the Parliament." The Necromancer winked slyly:
"Unless a sufficient price is paid for all professionals who have been executed for crimes, the bodies will belong to Black Crow Swamp. Then, we acquire all kinds of corpses for a long time, and our colleagues who work hard in various places will also bring some back appropriately..."
You guys are really "working hard". In the literal sense. Gretel suddenly thought of Linn, how many corpses did he bring back from the war when the Shining Religion invaded?
When you go to the New World this time, will you go to the dividing line between the two colonies and get back a bunch of corpses?
The two chatted and soon arrived at the Alchemy Guild. Grete stepped in and immediately asked the receptionist:
"Is there a colorless gas that is a little heavier than air, easily soluble in water and alcohol, and irritating to the eyes and nose? Or its solution can also be used, is there any?"
"Is there a white or light yellow translucent solid that is lighter than water, will soften when heated, and will melt at about 40 or 50 degrees? Is it soluble in various fats and oils, but insoluble in water or alcohol?"
This range is really too vague. The staff had a frown on their face and had to try hard to smile:
"Here, there seem to be several kinds of liquids and solids that meet your requirements... Please wait for us to look for it, wait a moment! John, John! What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and find what your guest wants!"
A flurry of excitement...
There were seventy or eighty bottles in front of Grete, thirty or forty kinds of "white, light yellow solids".
...No, right? So many?
The names are colorful and weird, but none of them are labeled with molecular formulas. Half of the names next to them are used to explain,
He started with a simple one, looked around for solids, and found something similar to paraffin oil.
Gu Xi
Weigh.
heating.
Dissolve...
Fortunately, he was able to find something that looked like paraffin. But it was not so easy to find the liquid next. Gretel carefully opened the bottle caps one by one, fanned them with his palm and took a quick sniff:
……no.
……no.
...Nor is it.
The smell of formalin, even if he had a cold, stuffy nose, and stuffy nose, he could still accurately identify this smell from a pile of liquid!
The experience of fishing for a general teacher in the pool will never be forgotten by any medical student who has done it!
But there was none. Grete asked the staff to search again and again to make sure that they did not have formalin, so he had to put all his efforts into the Black Crow Swamp:
"Hey, how do you usually preserve corpses? Do you use more medicine or more magic?"
"They are all there. The higher-level corpses use the [Corruption Embalming Technique]. There is an entire layer of the Tower of Sleeplessness engraved with this spell." The Necromancer said everything he knew:
"Ordinary corpses can be preserved for a relatively long time if buried in a cemetery treated with negative energy. They can also be quickly frozen or preserved with [Thirst Touch]. Otherwise, they can simply be buried in lime..."
Having said that, these are all good methods. Grete secretly made a note of it and planned to go back and try them one by one to see which one is cheaper and can be used to make tissue slices that can be preserved to the maximum extent.
But, of course, all this presupposes that there is a knife and a person who makes the slices:
"Bernard!" he called over his shoulder:
"What kind of weapon do you need to cut a corpse or a specimen into uniform thin slices? It can't reach 0.5 millimeters, but one millimeter will do, or a little thicker will do!"
"Boss, do you want me to cut it?"
The barbarian's face immediately turned bitter. Gretel had never seen such a look on his face.
Even when they were running away together on the battlefield, being blocked on a cliff, and facing a desperate situation, he was still fearless. He struggled to pick up the big bone stick and tried to block it in front of him.
But now, Bernard's big face is wrinkled. The left face is written with embarrassment, and the right face is written with grievance. The beard is messy, and the face is dark, which is what late-stage liver cancer looks like:
"Boss, do you really want me to cut it? I have always used a bone stick. This kind of delicate weapon is really not useful..."
It looks really pitiful. Letting a barbarian do this kind of thing feels like forcing Zhang Fei to do embroidery. Did I squeeze him too much?
Isn’t it true that professional matters should be left to professionals instead of barbarians doing this kind of work?
"Uh... how about we order a guillotine?" He waved to the receptionist:
"As thin as possible and as sharp as possible, the blade and back of the blade should be as consistent in thickness as possible to avoid crushing the tissue. It is placed on a vertical guide rail and can be slid up and down. As long as it is pressed down, it can be sliced..."
The receptionist finished brushing the records. Just as he was about to check it with Gretel, a tall magician suddenly walked out of the room and smiled at Gretel:
"With all due respect to this mage, you... follower? If you want to advance quickly, it might be better to cut it yourself."
Huh? Gretel turned to look at him. The magician who spoke spread his hands, revealing a thick layer of calluses on his hands:
"We have customized weapons or enchanted weapons for many followers of magicians. The warrior next to you should be at level eight, right?"
God guessed. Gretel gave him a thumbs up. The magician smiled and said:
"Generally speaking, the professional level of a follower will be a little higher than that of a magician. You have reached level 7. Judging from the pace and breathing of this warrior, he should not have reached level 9."
Well, although the conclusion is right, the process is completely wrong. In fact, when I was a level 1 mage, Bernard was already level 7; when I reached level 7, Bernard was only level 8...
Grete tried hard to keep his smile from being stiff. The other party may have felt something, so he kept smiling and continued:
"This warrior, judging by his size, generally uses heavy weapons and has a wide range of fighting methods. When he reaches the level eight to level nine, it is best to strengthen fine control. Cutting thin slices by hand is a better
Training methods.”
Gretel was greatly moved. He turned to look at the barbarian:
"Bernard, what do you think? Do you want to practice? Don't think about weapons. We can still afford a weapon..."
In the end, Gretel took Bernard back with him from the alchemy workshop. The blade was three feet long and the sword was as thin as a stream of autumn water. Of course, the look in Bernard's hand was more...
Like a child's toy...
"Come on Bernard!" Under the everlasting bright flame, Gretel squatted next to the experimental table, encouraging the barbarian:
"Don't be in a hurry, cut slowly, one piece at a time! Don't cut it thin at first, you can make it thicker!"
"Boss, otherwise, let's cut up a larger animal..."
Bernard's forehead was covered with oily sweat. He squatted down slightly, holding the sword with both hands, and pressed down bit by bit. In his thick palms, the thin long sword shook gently:
"It's really uncomfortable to use such a big sword to cut a mouse..."
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