It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 953: You are indeed the Lord of Plague, take away the power of the plague girl (10,000 rewards plus 1 update)
Chapter 953: You are indeed the Lord of Plague, take away the power of the plague girl (10,000 rewards plus 1 update)
Although Grete was muttering, "I'm not Cao Chong, I'm not an elephant," he didn't hesitate at all when it came time to roll up his sleeves and work. Without him, these bison would be too pitiful.
Seeing a large group of bison lying on the ground, looking at me longingly, with tears in their eyes, would make even a hard-hearted cattle slaughterer put down his butcher knife.
What's more, Doctor Grete has a parental heart, not to mention that he is here to save people, no, save cattle...
So Gretel's magic arrays flashed, one after another, and were inserted into the sick cow. These magic arrays were originally used in the laboratory of the Change Department to accurately weigh materials. They were used to weigh bison... barely.
It can be used...
"1005 kilograms."
"1203 kilograms."
"547 kilograms, this is a calf..."
While weighing, he quickly calculated mentally, prepared medicine, and used a syringe to draw out the medicine. Although I just regretted not having a calculator in my hand and couldn't press the ah ah keys to get the results, the calculation center built in the meditation core before could also be used as a calculator.
Processor for...
Shuashua prepared a row of injections and placed them on the floating dish. Turning his head, the White-horned Ox King lowered his huge head and looked at him unblinkingly, his warm eyes reflecting his shadow. Gretel
He simply raised his hand and patted it:
"It is possible for these medicines to cure them, but I have prepared the medicine according to human body constitution. It may not be suitable or have counterproductive effects. Of course, I can also use magical treatment."
He raised his hand and threw out a heavier [Remove Disease]. The calf closest to him perked up and stood up with a hum. Gretel pointed at the calf:
"But my power alone is limited. I can throw at most dozens of magic spells like this a day, but I can't cure so many here."
The White-Horned King listened silently, snorting and patting Gretel gently. After listening, he turned around and sniffed the injection on the floating dish (Gretel: No!), and then sniffed the calf.
:
"what do you need?"
"I need a batch of sick cows for testing. They may die."
"How many will die?"
"Maybe... a few hundred people will die?" Gretel answered with a guilty conscience. Insufficient dose of medicine, excessive dose of medicine, drug allergy, various reasons may be possible: "I will try my best to use healing techniques to hold..."
"Please try." The White-horned King took a step back:
"I still have many...many people! I can exchange a few hundred for many, many more, yes! Please!"
Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. It's great. There is a leader who can make decisions and make decisions. The most important thing is to never make trouble. It's great!
Of course, even if the White-Horned King doctor made trouble, Gretel estimated that Cerela could lead them to escape. He took the needle and ran to the herd of cattle, giving one shot to each cow and ten shots of Streptomyces in a row.
Su injection, turned to say hello:
"Cerella!"
"Why!"
"Bernard! Valensimo!"
"Here we come!" Bernard and Valensimo jumped off Appa's back, gearing up. Appa purred and scratched his hooves twice, but unfortunately no one paid attention to it...
"And these two..."
The two Golden Eagle warriors stood in front of them silently. Grete pointed to the needle in front of him:
"I'll prepare the medicine, and you'll do the injections. You'll all find some experts to see where Cerela and the others will inject, how to insert the needles, and how to push the potion. Let's follow along! Let's start!"
After giving the order, everyone started to get busy on the assembly line. The weight of an adult bison generally fluctuates between 1 ton and 1.2 tons. In order to save time, the dispensing does not need to be so precise; Grete buried his head in front of the floating saucer and flew with his hands.
After drawing one, hand out another, after drawing another, hand out another...
After a hundred injections, they were observed and recorded one by one. Gretel held an oak staff in his hand and rode Apa slowly. The bison occupied an area too large and the road was too far. He concentrated on sensing.
The mental power of a level 9 natural priest allows him to naturally feel the patient's changes without waiting for several hours:
"No allergy...no allergy...no allergy to this one either...Great, so far, 100 patients have no allergy. Let's look at the efficacy of the medicine...well...the vitality has stabilized and has not declined.
A slight rebound…”
With his eyes shining brightly, he ran to find the White-Horned King:
“This medicine works!”
"Thank you, the respected son of the God of Thunder." The White-Horned King understood the situation of his own tribe faster than Gretel. He lowered his head deeply, with his muzzle almost touching the ground, and expressed his gratitude to Gretel:
"You came to save us from afar, and the Bison clan will remember your kindness! Just ask for anything you need, and whatever we have, we will dedicate to you!"
"I don't need the reward for the time being...find me a quiet, clean place, preferably a stone cave...uh..."
Gretel silenced himself. Looking left and right, they were standing on a large plain. The highest hill nearby looked not much higher than the White-Horned King.
Of course, there are also reasons for the large and small near and far, but this terrain does not look like there can be a cave with karst landforms, which can give him the appearance of an assembly line...
Is he going to start turning fossils into mud and mud into stone again, and roll up his sleeves to build a factory? Although the factory building required for biopharmaceuticals is not large, he does not want to spend all his limited magic power on building a house...
Just when he thought of this, there was a loud bang, and his whole body sank down. Then his collar tightened, and Cerela picked him up and quickly flew backwards. Gretel was hanging in the air when he saw the White-Horned King lowering his head.
I stomped my foot with all my strength again...
As it stomped its feet, the rolling mud waves flew up, flowed spontaneously, rose up, stood upright, and merged on both sides. At the position where the two sides connected, when the first drop of mud was about to fall, the White-horned King raised his head and let out a long cry.
, the green light on the horns spreads outward.
Wherever the blue light shines, the mud solidifies and turns into rock. It is a stone cave that is about ten meters high, has a door about ten meters wide, and is thirty or forty meters long. Even the White-horned King can easily walk in and turn around.
Here he stood in front of Gretel.
Gretel took a deep breath. He would definitely not be able to cast a spell so quickly, easily, and with such a large volume, nor could the magicians who built the hospital house for him.
Only those who built the mage tower, the 13th and 14th level transformation mages, could command the soil to turn into stones so easily, rise up from the ground, and construct the structure. Considering the size and strength of the monster, this White Horn
King level...
"At least level 15, maybe higher." In the spiritual connection, Mr. Barensimo reminded quietly:
"Boss, be careful."
"It's okay, I won't do anything bad to them. These bison should be reasonable." Gretel secretly replied to the message. Almost immediately, a message from Serrela also came in:
"Gretel, don't be afraid of them! If you let go and heal, they will be really violent. I can beat that Buffalo King! If it doesn't work, I can still take you to fly away!"
Of course, of course. Gretel shook Serela's hand with his backhand: the Buffalo King who is level 15 to 17, up to level 17, is on the same level as Cerela in terms of combat level;
In terms of mastering magic, it seems that it only has a few natural magics, such as trampling, increasing defense, and promoting weeds;
The most important thing is that it cannot heal, let alone fly!
If such a buffalo king had to take action as a last resort, Serila would definitely be able to defeat him by flying up and keeping the distance!
"Celera, I'm not worried about this." In the spiritual connection, Gretel smiled slightly and passed on his thoughts:
"I'm just sorry that I don't have such a strong stone-shaping ability. Otherwise, I could have built a dragon's nest for you long ago..."
"This, this..."
The girl's slender hand softened, and then she exerted force again, and threw Grete's hand away. Grete let out an "ouch" and stumbled to the side, then walked in and unfolded the streptomycin assembly line one by one:
Distilled water preparation device; culture medium preparation device; Streptomyces culture device; streptomycin reaction device, streptomycin extraction device...
The White-Horned King stood about ten meters away from the entrance of the cave, watching intently and letting out a long "moo" from time to time. With him guarding the door, none of the surrounding bison dared to come close, which relieved Gretel, who was worried about the pollution problem in the factory.
A breath of air.
Grete set up the assembly line and stood beside it, busying himself up and down. He was busy all afternoon and all night. He watched Streptomyces gradually grow in the device and heaved a sigh of relief:
"Celera, look at these bacteria and don't let them die! I'm going to treat them again!"
He carried the petri dish and walked along the dying buffaloes one by one, touching them one by one. All the way to level 9, Gretel was finally able to use the "directed killing of dysentery bacteria" used by Elder Erwin.
Wishful cast:
Sterilize!
Sterilize!
Sterilize!
I don’t care what kind of bacteria you are, anyway, it should not be in the human body, no, it has always existed in the cow body. If it is killed, it will lose the balance. Then, I will kill, kill, kill!
Most of those bison were dying and lying on the ground. Even the White-horned King couldn't even neigh. Otherwise, Gretel could be lazy and ride on Appa and touch them one by one. There is no other way now.
Climbing up and down is harder...
Grete had no choice but to work hard on his two legs and walk around the herd. He walked, touched, and cast spells; walked, touched, and cast spells again. When he felt that his legs were about to break, he raised his eyes.
Looking around, there was finally no sick cow in front of me.
With a long moo, the cows roared loudly. Starting from the White-Horned King, large swaths of demonic cows bowed their heads respectfully to Gretel.
"You are indeed the Lord of Plague... You took away the power of the plague girl and gave my people health..."
The White-Horned King's voice was rumbling, dull and exciting, like subwoofers hitting Grete's chest one after another:
"Dear Son of Thunder God, could you please go ahead and heal all my compatriots?"
"This is definitely not possible!" Gretel was startled and stepped back:
"So many cows! Such a long journey! I definitely have to rely on medicine. How long can I go there by myself!!!"
"..."
"..."
The White-Horned King wanted to further persuade, but in the distance, the loud roaring of cows suddenly started again. It listened quietly for a while, and when it turned its head again, Gretel actually saw something called "nervous" on its cow's face.
mood:
"The plague girl is coming again!"
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