It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 803: New advancement method, another blow to the temple! (Bugfield leader adds 10 updates)
Chapter 803: New advancement method, another blow to the temple! (Bugfield leader adds 10 updates)
Addor Saren's face turned pale.
He obeyed the order and ran as fast as he could on that weird-looking machine. He picked up the speed, and then picked up the speed again, until he was panting, dripping with sweat, and his heart was almost knocked out of his chest.
Oh, by the way, that machine was hand-made on the spot by the transformation mage in the mage tower. As he ran, the transformation mage squatted on the side of the machine and used magic to maintain and repair it on the spot.
In short, looking at it horizontally and vertically, it doesn’t look reliable at all.
So why should I run on this? Why should I keep running and accelerating until I can’t breathe? If I slow down a little, I will fall off the rubber belt...
That Nordmark mage kept shouting: "Speed up! Speed up!" If I speed up any more, I will die, okay?!
Just as he was full of curses, a cold, violent breath hit his face. Yado Saren felt a tightness in his chest, his whole body froze, and he was almost dragged down by the rubber belt. What was that?!
What is it?!
So ferocious, so terrifying, it was like a huge mouth was opened in front of his face, trying to swallow him in one gulp. There was no need to chew, the teeth closed lightly, the bones were broken, the flesh was broken, and the blood spattered...
Am I going to die?
Am I...really going to die?
His vision went dark and he almost fell down. With his ears ringing, he heard his father shouting worriedly:
"Addo! Addo! Let him come down?"
"Don't stop! Keep running!" a voice shouted angrily. The voice was high, majestic, and full of confidence:
"I'm watching! Nothing will happen! Keep running!"
Yado didn't know what was wrong with him. Was he afraid of the person who spoke? Or was he subconsciously obeying the order? In short, he gritted his teeth and continued to run desperately.
Waving his arms, raising his legs, expanding his chest, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling. The killing intent was heavy on his body, like a mountain, and every breath he took was like a knife.
.
As I ran, my vision became darker and darker, and my consciousness became more and more blurred. My whole figure seemed to be swimming in a black-red swamp. I no longer knew where I was, and I almost didn't even know who I was.
Viscount Saren's hands were sweating from what he saw. He looked at Master Nodmark quietly, and saw Master Nodmark staring closely at the light screen next to his son. The curves on the light screen went up and down, and the numbers kept jumping;
Look at the girl next to Master Nordmark again, and see that she is smiling slightly and looking relaxed. She looks at her son for a while, and then looks down at the machine, looking quite curious;
As for the new transformation mage, except for looking down at the machine wholeheartedly, nothing else seems to have anything to do with him.
"Mage Nordmark...should you ask him to stop...this..."
He spoke intermittently. Even though Cerira's explosive momentum was not directed at him, he was able to catch a little bit of it. His legs were a little weak, his chest was a little blocked, and his heartbeat was a little fast...
If he hadn't been worried about his son, he would have fallen to the ground with a plop. Where did this pressure come from, and why did the other three have no reaction at all?
Poor Viscount Saren didn't know that Gretel was carrying the [Endless Ink Pen] at all times, and was completely immune to mental attacks. As for the Norwood mage, well, since Cerela entered the mage tower, he had already used the [Dragon-proof aura].
】I have practiced very well...
Grete stared closely at the electrocardiogram, occasionally glancing at the blood pressure, blood oxygen and Yado Saren's condition, concentrating on it. When he heard Viscount Saren's question, he dismissed it without thinking:
"No, I'm watching. If there's any problem, I'll call Serira to stop! Get your healing skills ready!"
"OK!"
Serila responded excitedly. The white light on the fingertips of her right hand flashed, and she had a healing spell ready, ready to save the situation at any time:
Hey, it seems like there is no need for her for the time being?
Grete stared at the electrocardiogram. The heart rate was relatively high, the curve was okay, and there was no myocardial ischemia or other dangerous conditions for the time being...
No problem, I can still hold on for a while! After the electrocardiogram tablet experiment, after reaching the maximum heart rate, I can still run for several minutes!
Or, try harder
He concentrated slightly, used his mental power to activate the spell configuration of [Inspiration], and threw a spell over. This spell gives warriors courage and confidence, helping them fight against fear and ignore pain:
In Grete's opinion, it was just a shot of adrenaline of unknown content.
Throwing this [Inspiration Technique] over, the effect was immediate. Yaddo Saren felt that his heart, which was about to explode, instantly surged with strength, and the aura that oppressed him was no longer so terrifying. He couldn't help but exhale from the bottom of his heart.
A roar:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Run!
Run!
Squeeze out all your strength!
Gather all your energy!
Withstand that pressure and climb that mountain!
come!
come!!!
"He has advanced!"
Viscount Saren suddenly stood up straight, with a look of surprise on his face. Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram without saying a word, while Master Norwood below let out a heartfelt scream:
"The belt is broken ahhhhhh..."
The strength of the physical body and the speed that a knight can achieve are completely different from a level 4 warrior!
He didn't even have time to adjust the speed. The belt on the machine was stepped on and pushed backwards. In the end, the belt was simply broken...
"Well……"
"Well……"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mage," Viscount Saren hurriedly took out his wallet: "I will compensate. Our viscounty will definitely compensate..."
The chaotic farce ended with a bill thrown over by Gretel. It wasn't a bill, and of course it couldn't be a bill. It was hand-made experimental equipment. Grete would not be stingy enough to be compensated. But...
"Please sign this lab report." Grete said with a smile:
"Experimental content, experimental process, experimental results. Take a look at it carefully. If you have no problem, just sign here."
Viscount Saren tremblingly took the report and read it carefully from beginning to end. Well, it's not that he didn't believe Master Nordmark. The problem was that the nobles who signed the things that the Master asked to sign without looking at them closed their eyes.
They are all dead...
He read it carefully, then signed his name at the end with one stroke. He turned the emerald cover on the seal ring, stamped it with the magic seal, and then started to take out the magic crystal card:
"How much do we need to pay? Is one thousand gold coins enough? Or two thousand?"
"Um……"
Grete was confused for a moment, his eyes wandering. The price he quoted for the parliamentary army was 20 people, one thousand contribution points, to treat one person, and to treat ten people, it was the same price.
So far, on average, there are about three to four people in each group who need his treatment. On average, each person contributes 250 to 300 points. Taking into account the examination expenses of other people, the average person...
How much is it approximately? How much should the contribution points be converted into gold coins?
Please ask someone to give him a price, he is really not good at negotiating prices! Ah, now think about the past life, all hospital charges had a fixed price list, what a happy era it was...
While he was struggling, Master Norwood coughed at the side:
"A [Blood Burning Potion] or [Burning Warrior] is officially priced at 100 gold coins. The refined version of the potion is ten times more expensive. It is expensive but not marketable. If you want to buy it, you have to ask for favors."
In other words, Gretel's move today, regardless of the success rate, at least saved the other party 1,000 gold coins.
"Three thousand gold coins!"
Viscount Saren immediately increased the pressure. Gretel coughed and nodded slightly:
"Then that's it. By the way, please take back the gift."
"No, no, no, no! Please accept the gift!" Viscount Saren seemed to have been burned by fire. He picked up the jewelry box, walked a few steps quickly, placed it on the small table against the wall, and then rushed back to his original position:
"Especially, there is absolutely no reason to take back the gift given to the beautiful lady!"
Grete glanced at Cerela. The silver dragon girl lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, looking very satisfied. Very good, this plan passed~
He diligently sent Viscount Saren and his son out of the wizard tower. When he turned back and returned, Master Norwood immediately greeted him:
"Boss, this machine..."
"Hey!" Grete raised his hand to stop him from continuing. He clapped his hands vigorously and quickly issued instructions:
"Master Norwood, please write the relevant documents for this treadmill? and register it with the parliament. Let your apprentice make a new, more stable machine. I will write the paper. After the paper is finished, we
Sell the machine to the temple!"
Three days later, Archbishop Nogueira unfolded Grete's newly published paper in his office... Of course, there was also a new machine in front of him that matched the paper.
"We have noticed that the observation of soldiers' electrocardiograms can help to closely monitor the dangers in the progression. In view of the fact that a large part of the coma and sudden death caused by the progression are caused by the overload of the heart, we think this kind of early warning is very necessary.
.”
"A large part of the reason why we were unable to maintain close observation before was that the soldiers fought fiercely during the advancement process, and the magic probe of the electrocardiogram could not fit closely. For this reason, we designed such a machine..."
"Run as hard as you can on the machine, and after reaching the extreme heart rate, keep it for a period of time. In this way, you can test the pressure-bearing ability of the soldier's heart..."
"In addition, during the running process, high-level warriors can also use their momentum to exert pressure. Warriors who run hard have a certain probability of directly advancing under pressure. Since the entire process is monitored, this advancement method is relatively safe...
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"Saelun." Archbishop Nogra rubbed his temples with a headache:
"Do the math, how much new expenditure will we have to spend on this?"
"...The quotation given by the Alchemy Guild is 1,000 gold coins per unit." Bishop Salem replied respectfully:
"Replacement rubber belts, lubricating oil, etc., as well as maintenance costs are extra. I think that the first batch of 5 to 10 units purchased by the temple will be enough."
The key is not to purchase the machine, but to follow-up maintenance. No, no, follow-up maintenance is not the most expensive. The key is that there must be someone who can read electrocardiograms!
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