It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 951 The Plague Girl! Let’s see who is the Lord of the Plague! (Additional update for the reasons we all know)
Chapter 951 The Plague Girl! Let’s see who is the Lord of the Plague! (Additional update for the reasons we all know)
"What? You want me to go to the vet?"
Gretel's first reaction was "I won't do it."
Are you kidding me? From time travel to now, I have gone from being an emergency surgeon to a radiologist, public health specialist, obstetrician and gynecologist, orthopedic surgeon, interventionalist, promoting various vaccine manufacturing, drug manufacturing...
It doesn’t matter if he spans so many disciplines, no matter what, he is all about relieving the pain of human beings and saving lives and injuries. But, let him be a veterinarian?
To cure a buffalo of the plague, or to help a herd of buffalo fend off the plague maiden?
NEVER!
He would rather kill cow epithelial cells in the laboratory and try to produce enough cowpox!
"Cerilla, let's try again... I'll use the disease spell, and you'll use the healing spell to see if we can make the cowpox multiply more! Three! Two! One!"
A white light and a black light flashed at the same time. On the skin of the bison, there were originally scattered blisters, slowly...
Healed, smoothed out, disappeared.
"this……"
Serila was speechless, and Gretel scratched his head:
"Maybe the healing spell is too strong... come again!"
Once again, the blisters spread a little, but they were completely unable to match the intensity of the disease. Obviously, it was still a bit difficult to let it spread naturally among the epithelial cells.
Gretel was really helpless. Thinking about the trouble he would have to go to the buffalo tribe thousands of miles away; thinking about the plague of those buffaloes, what if there was a zoonosis or something like that; he finally took a cruel step:
If you can’t breed in bison, breed in a petri dish!
"Cerilla, let's do it again! Three! Two! One!"
In the petri dish, a small piece of cowhide...a small piece of soft skin taken from the belly of a cow with many blisters, cut into pieces, soaked in the culture medium, and under the influence of the birthing spell, gorgeously...
It stinks.
"Ugh... Isn't it still possible... Sure enough, only the cowhide that grows on the cow can continue to grow..."
Cerira covered her face. Gretel silently threw out a cleaning technique, transferring the lake in the petri dish to the nearby garbage can, ready to burn it. Cerira hesitated for a moment, and looked at Gretel:
"Otherwise, why don't you write a letter and ask Lin En? What about cultivating diseased flesh and blood? Necromancers are better at it?"
They can even feed dead flesh and blood... anything like suture monsters, zombies, or putrid cysts can be slowly raised. Although Cerela has always found it disgusting, she doesn't even look at the research in this direction, but still listens to it.
Said something like that!
Well, fortunately, Lin En is not good at this... Lin En has never raised such an ugly and disgusting guy in the Mage Tower. The golden skeleton has always been clean, cute and interesting... But, Lin En
You probably understand, right?
"this……"
Gretel's eyes wandered for a moment. Brother Linn spent more time on bones and energy, and he basically didn't touch the research on flesh and blood. In Linn's words, "Those who do this direction mostly have obsessions and want to
Resurrection of so and so”.
He had already done a lot of calculations before giving himself answers to questions related to the disease technique, such as cultivating flesh and blood, and many details of laboratory operations. Without experience, he couldn't figure it out by just guessing, right?
It's like growing bacteria. The exact same standard steps are written there, but some people still grow them vigorously. Some people will die whatever they grow, and some people will grow a bunch of miscellaneous bacteria...
"I think... let's try again..."
"Should we go and see the bison?" Cerela was confused:
"Perhaps it would be easier to treat the bison? If that doesn't work, burn the fire and pour disinfectant on it... there is always a way?"
Grete still didn’t want to go. However, cultivating cowpox on live cattle had reached a bottleneck, and production capacity could never be expanded;
Laboratory research has hit a bottleneck. No matter whether bacteria or living cells are used, the vaccinia virus cannot be cultured;
Using human smallpox virus to make attenuated vaccines, this... this technical route, obviously cannot be achieved overnight. Even if it can be achieved, it is probably not something that Grete can only create in the wilderness with two or three puppies and kittens.
…
And the indigenous tribes came to him one after another to beg him. First they sent a message, then the great witch priest of the Buffalo tribe sent an apprentice, and finally, the great shaman priest of the Buffalo tribe and the Black Panther tribe came in person:
"Anyway, please go and have a look! Dear Plague Lord, their situation is already very bad and cannot be delayed any longer! Even if the plague girl cannot hurt people and kill other creatures, she can still absorb power!"
Grete stroked his forehead, sighed, stroked his forehead again, and sighed again. He thought about the progress of his experiment, and then thought about the possible plague that might occur in the bison.
Foot and mouth disease, anthrax, brucellosis, and the famous mad cow disease. There are several zoonotic diseases, and no one is easy to survive...
"Did any of those bison die of illness? How many died? What were the symptoms? Is there fever? Is there bleeding? Is there diarrhea? Did they vomit a lot of saliva? In addition to cows, are there any other animals with the same symptoms?"
A series of questions came out, and the great shaman of the Black Panther tribe shut up, lowered his head, and stood aside. The man from the buffalo tribe was a little better, probably because he usually dealt with bison more, so he answered truthfully:
"A large number of deaths, especially after the attack of the plague girl, many of the cattle that resisted her head-on will die within half a day or a day. Symptoms... fever, red eyes, loose stools, not wanting to eat..."
At least it didn't sound like mad cow disease. If it was mad cow disease, he really had no other solution except burning it on a large scale. Gretel thought for a moment:
"Can you bring two dead cows over for me to dissect?"
Cerela pulled him quietly. Gretel shook his head:
"First determine what the situation is. If it can be solved, solve it. If it can't be solved, what's the use of me going?"
Fortunately, the other side was probably anxious. On the third day after Gretel made the request, two demonic cows actually came running over with two long pieces of wood tied to their bodies, carrying two dead cows.
Smoke and dust billowed along the way, coming like thunder. The two bison ran out with the momentum of two heavy-duty trucks...
"Stop! Stay where you are and don't move!"
Gretel saw them from a distance and immediately shouted. He took Cerela to go towards them and pointed to the stretcher:
"Cerilla, get the dead cow down...be careful not to blow it up, don't splash dust, and don't let the dirt blow on you...nice job!"
It must be said that the power of the Dragon Clan is still strong. A simple levitation technique was directly used by her. The two dead cows, Grete visually estimated, each weighed at least a ton. They floated and moved lightly.
It didn't bother me when I landed on the ground.
Grete praised, summoned the mage's hut to fasten the dead cow, and summoned two large buckets of disinfectant:
"Stop! Give you a bath! Run over here carrying a dead cow, be careful of the infection!"
Two big barrels are two big barrels, and two big barrels are two big barrels. Fortunately, the level of industrialization in Nevis is pretty good. When Grete set out, he packed a large amount of bleaching powder and soaked the two magic cows.
Then, he put on a one-piece rubber protective suit and a gas mask, and squatted alone in the mage's cabin to dissect the two magic cows:
"Serila, don't come in!"
"Hey!" The silver dragon girl shouted outside: "I'm not afraid of this! Let me in!"
Gretel's answer was to completely close the mage's hut and set it up so that no one could enter. Just kidding, the dragons' strong resistance does not mean they can resist all viruses, and Cerela doesn't like to wear protective clothing. What if she gets infected?
?
He should do it by himself! With the [cold and heat resistance] spell here, at least it won’t be like in the previous life, when the protective suit was put on in two hours and there was a puddle of water inside!
"Hemorrhage in internal organs... There is bleeding in the serosa and mucous membrane, as well as in the lungs, tongue, subcutaneous tissue and muscles..." Grete was dissecting (autopsy) and taking samples under the shadowless lamp, while dripping:
"The feces is liquid, mixed with mucus or blood... There are no special lesions on the mucous membranes of the mouth, nose and hooves... It doesn't look like foot-and-mouth disease..."
As for whether it is brucellosis? Is it anthrax?
Gretel knew nothing. He was an emergency surgeon, not an emergency internal medicine department. Human infectious diseases had to be consulted by colleagues, let alone bison. Faced with two dead cows, he could only use the tried and tested magic weapon:
"Let me try cultivating bacteria..."
Internal organ sampling, lung sampling, muscle sampling, feces sampling.
A petri dish is laid out, corn starch culture medium, agar culture medium, blood agar culture medium, beef extract culture medium (sin, sin, boiling beans to burn them, beans weeping in the cauldron)...
Then, Gretel calmed down, sat down on his horse, and waved his hand vigorously:
【Bacteria, bacteria, growth】!
Blah blah blah, colorful plaques emerged from the surface of a petri dish.
Grete's eyesight went dark.
It's over, it's over, just looking at the plaque, there are at least a dozen possibilities. Each type of bacteria needs to be sampled, stained, and microscopically examined...
I have to work overtime again this time...
Can he let Little Snake do the work for him, can he let the Lightning Cat do the work for him, can he let Onekin do the work for him...
Thinking too much, not to mention the little snake is still sleeping soundly, the lightning cat has no hands, even Ao Niejin can't do such delicate work!
Grete was dejected, and finally he took it all on his own. The good news is that no bamboo-like, thick and encapsulated bacilli were found among these bacteria, so it can be preliminarily concluded that they are not anthrax;
The bad news is that there are a lot of isolated bacteria that Grete doesn’t recognize... doesn’t recognize... doesn’t recognize...
"Forget it, I have one last trick." Grete put on the petri dish and went directly to the bullpen:
Possible pathogenic bacteria infecting cattle through disease spells is definitely not the culprit; another possible pathogenic bacteria infecting cattle is not the culprit either; another infection! Yes!
This is it!
High fever, red eyes, loose stools, and staggering down!
Gretel quickly took a [Remove Disease] shot. It seemed that the effect was not enough. Could it be that the weight of the cow was too big? This magical spell is the same as medicine, and the dosage is calculated based on body weight? Then take another shot...
Cured!
Okay, I still don’t recognize the pathogenic bacteria. Grete suddenly turned around. The great witch priests from the Kestrel Tribe, Black Panther Tribe, and Bison Tribe stood in a row, blocking Cerrela from the outside. Looking at the other end
The bison healed by Gretel has bright eyes:
"Dear Lord of Plagues, can you deal with this plague?"
It can treat a small area, but if you want to resist it on a large scale, you have to give me more time and try more... Gretel was thinking this when he saw the two magic cows that were sprayed with disinfectant and shook.
Holding his tail, he walked slowly over:
"Moo"
A feeling of sadness, pain, and anger rushed over me. From the two pairs of bull's eyes, huge tears rolled down on the snow.
Grete clenched her fists subconsciously.
"There will be a way! I think I should be able to find a way!"
Fight the epidemic, prevent the epidemic, isolate, treat... If it doesn't work, go home and shake people!
There are so many helpers out there!
Disease girl!
Let’s see who is the Lord of Plague!
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