Chapter 802 Cerela: Let me add some pressure to the magic treadmill!
Want to jump in line?
Want to add a blockade?
The smile on Gretel's face remained unchanged, but her eyes turned slightly cold. Cutting in line is the most annoying thing!
Whether it's emergency or outpatient, cutting in line, cutting in line instead, and quarreling over cutting in line are simply daily dramas in the hospital. You can't even think about it. Thinking about it will make your blood pressure rise, your breathing speed up, and you'll get PTSD.
Sometimes the patients who queued up argued with the patients who jumped in the queue, and sometimes the doctor asked the patients who jumped in the queue to queue up, and the patient who jumped in the queue pointed at the doctor's nose and scolded him. Just by scolding, the doctor was already thankful, at least he didn't hit him.
I just don't understand why those patients who scolded the doctor so much think that the doctor will do his best to treat them.
...Sadly, most doctors, no matter whether they try their best or not, at least treat them well.
Forget it. If you jump in line for outpatient service, don’t jump in line for emergency department!
Emergency rooms are graded according to the severity of their illness!
You make a big fuss, "I have a terrible stomachache and I'm going to die," and you accuse the doctor of not having medical ethics and refusing to treat you. The guy who just came in next to you is really going to die!
As for scientific research queue jumping... Do you know what the sample selection criteria are? Why do you insist on jumping in for subjects who do not meet the selection criteria?
Alas, after all, this patient's family still knows how to smile, say nice things, and come to give gifts. So is this the doctor's status that has improved, or is the doctor's status supposed to be this high in the first place, but he was just too low in his previous life?
Alas, I don’t want to think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more I shed tears. Grete took a deep breath, and just when he was about to refuse politely, Viscount Salen leaned forward and asked humbly:
"Mage Nordmark, please help me a lot. Quanzi... If you don't succeed in advancing this time, it will be more and more difficult in the future. In a family like ours, the heir is not even a knight, and it will be very troublesome in the future...
"
This is indeed true. As far as Gretel knows, although there is no legal requirement in the Kingdom of Kent that the successor to a noble title must be a knight or an equivalent professional, as a noble, he naturally bears the obligation to fight.
If you cannot become a professional with combat effectiveness, the road in the future will be very uneven, and the entire family may even collapse. And knights are already the broadest of all advancement paths.
The Viscount's son failed to advance at one time and was seriously injured and recuperated for two years. As expected, a father must be anxious and bring his son to ask for help.
only……
"Why do you want your son to participate in this plan?" Seeing the other party's good attitude, Gretel also asked seriously:
"If you just need to advance, there are high-level potions, and under the guidance of the temple, it should be safe, right?"
"This..." Viscount Saren coughed violently. His eyes wandered for a moment, and under Gretel's eager gaze, he finally told the truth:
"High-end potions can only guarantee an 80% success rate... Moreover, if the user does not have enough savings and insists on trying to pass the level, the possibility of injury is very high. High-end potions can only save one life. If you
Can take action..."
Gretel's previous experiments have proven that with electric defibrillation, electric cardioversion magic, and subsequent targeted treatment, the dying can be brought back, the seriously injured can be reduced to minor injuries, and the recovery time of minor injuries can be shortened.
Therefore, Viscount Salen very much hopes to have more stability and add an extra layer of insurance to his son's advancement.
Grete nodded slightly, agreeing with his reason. However, joining this plan was still not an option:
"The temple's advanced plan this time is aimed at warriors who take ordinary potions. All potions are of uniform quality and the quality of the personnel is uniform, so that the best teaching effect can be achieved. Since your son wants to use high-grade potions, I'm afraid he won't be able to use them.
Got in."
"Why isn't the advanced potion working?" Viscount Saren said anxiously:
"Aren't they all the same? At most one is rougher and the other is more refined. Why can't it be stuffed in if something happens to save your life? Master Nordmark, please, try your best to help..."
It sounds like the refined medicine is a refined and purified version of foxglove, maybe mixed with some therapeutic medicine?
Maybe it's a sustained release type?
In this world, how is the slow-release function achieved, or if the therapeutic effect is triggered in a corresponding state, how is it achieved?
Gretel is a little curious. Of course, the advanced plan cannot be stuffed in, but there are workarounds:
"In this case, maybe you can talk to the temple and arrange for your son to advance through the level alone? As long as the time can be arranged, I can look after him?"
Viscount Saren's cheek twitched violently. Gretel stared at him silently for half a minute before he lowered his voice and told the truth in embarrassment:
"A family like ours can usually only hire one bishop. It is said that for this advanced plan, the archbishop will be present in person... I just thought that I could put my son in..."
Alas, the hearts of parents in the world are pitiful. Even so, Grete shook his head firmly:
"I will not interfere with the temple's decision-making. However, if you believe me, you can let your son try to advance in my mage tower. So far, I have taken care of nearly a hundred warriors to advance, and none of them died.
Seriously injured."
Viscount Saren sighed, and the wrinkles on his face were all tangled together. He looked back at his son, then at Gretel, and then at his son. His face was distressed and embarrassed at the same time:
"Um...Mage Nordmark, can you estimate how high the probability is for the dog to advance, or how likely it is to be in danger?"
How do I know this?
I'm a mage! I'm not a knight! Neither the knight nor the Temple of the God of War can keep him safe and advance successfully. How can I give him an answer?
No, wait, maybe there is a way to estimate the probability?
Grete frowned and began to think deeply. As he thought about it, the entire living room became quiet. Viscount Saren and his son held their breath in concentration, not daring to take a breath. Cerira looked at this, then at that, raised her palms, and quietly
Make two gestures:
How about I have a fight with him?
Maybe you’ll advance as you go along?
"Yes!" Gretel suddenly clapped his hands. He rushed to the wall, pressed a sound transmission device on the wall, and said loudly:
"Touch SS and ask Master Norwood to come over. Touch SS and ask Master Norwood to come to the small reception room. I need to see him if I have something to do."
"Okay, boss." Talling replied hummingly. Gretel turned around and returned to his seat, his expression in high spirits:
"The main reason for dangerous situations after taking medicine is that the heart cannot bear it. I have designed a method to initially test the heart's bearing capacity. The main purpose is to monitor the changes in the electrocardiogram during exercise."
"But didn't you say you couldn't do it before?"
Cerela probed. Gretel smiled:
"So I have to think of a new way! Well, I couldn't do it before. The soldiers were in vigorous exercise and their movements changed too fast, and I couldn't keep up. But I thought of a simpler way. Ah! Master Norwood,
You are here!"
With potion stained on his robe and powder floating on his hood, this transformation magician came in a hurry. Gretel commanded the invisible servant to add a seat to him and said quickly:
"I want to ask you to make something. It is a rubber belt, or any belt, wrapped around two rollers, and rolling back non-stop. The speed can be adjusted, so that people can keep moving on it.
I ran forward, but never came to the end..."
Master Norwood was instantly shocked: Boss, what kind of crazy thoughts did you have to think of such a thing!
Who has offended you and wants to be thrown up here by you and run away all the time?
But as an employee, you cannot question the boss's requirements. Master Norwood cursed while staring at the [Silent Phantom] summoned by Gretel and observed it carefully.
Well, it doesn't look difficult. It just requires two upper and lower plates and two rollers to pull the rubber belt to rotate continuously. To adjust the speed, just turn the motor up or down. This function has been done for a long time.
"...How fast does it need to be adjusted to?"
"...When you sprint at high speed, how fast can you go?"
Gretel turned to ask the son of Viscount Saren... In his previous life, the men's 100-meter world record seemed to be 9.58 seconds. In this world, there is no telling how fast a level 4 warrior or a new knight can run.
In short, as long as you can't run to death, run to death. This is definitely true in extreme training for warriors!
Under Gretel's guidance, Master Norwood quickly made... the world's first treadmill. The son of Viscount Saren, lightly dressed, got on the treadmill. Gretel threw an electrocardiogram at him and sat down with a smile.
beside:
"Three, two, one! Start running!"
The electrocardiogram tablet experiment begins! I can’t keep up with those warriors running around the place swinging their fists and swords, so I can’t keep up with you!
Well, the heart rate gradually increased, but other than that, it was still normal. Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram and asked Master Norwood to control the motor and slowly increase the speed:
It has reached 180 beats/min, and it is still in sinus rhythm, which is very good. It seems that there is still the ability to continue to improve. You must know that those warriors who have advanced, regardless of success or failure, have reached the fastest heart rate of 200 beats/min.
In other words, by forcing yourself to this point, can you hope to cross the limit?
Just as Grete was about to call Mage Norwood to speed up the treadmill, he saw the transformation mage, with a nervous face on his face, throwing magic spells at the treadmill axis one by one. Repair spell? Grease spell? Icy wind.
?
Is this the shaft that is about to wear out, or is it about to burn?
In short, I am afraid that the speed of this treadmill cannot be improved today. Gretel sighed:
"Um..." Come down first, let's repair the treadmill, adjust it, and test it again tomorrow?
Before the words were spoken, Cerira suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the opposite side of the treadmill. In an instant, Grete saw that the heart rate on the electrocardiogram suddenly accelerated, crossing 200.
Gretel:...So Longwei can be used in this way?
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