It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 102 Microscopy, Microscopy

The great priest was furious and left in a huff.Gretel was not affected, he should eat, sleep, and work—three times a day, urging the priests to make ward rounds, write medical records, and compile data.From morning to night, Guang moved his mouth to instruct others to work, and he didn't even use a healing technique.

Superior doctors have the privileges of superior doctors, but also have the responsibility of superior doctors.For example, after the night's big ward round, Joanna could stand in front of him, with three red marks on her cheeks that seemed to be flying, and asked directly:
"There are more and more patients... When will it be reduced? When will this plague end?"

Gretel secretly wiped his cold sweat.

If he had to time travel a year ago, he really couldn't answer this question... Although he could read "Epidemiology" in his memory at any time, it was still a bit difficult to immediately apply the formula to calculate the data.

However, thanks to the disaster last year, when the inflection point of the epidemic will come and when it will end, even if he can't tell the specific number, it is still easy to say a method.

"When will it be reduced? It depends on whether we can cut off the spread of the epidemic. As long as all patients are admitted to the cathedral and there are no new cases outside, after another seven days, at most two seven days, this plague will be completely over. gone."

"Then how do you cut it off?"

"Let everyone drink boiled water! Clean all water sources! And, find the source of the plague... I will do this!"

Holding on to this excuse, Gretel threw away the work of treatment openly.As soon as the data was collected, he turned his head out of the apse, and disappeared without a trace in an instant...

"Gretel? Where's Gretel?"

Those who came to him had to ask all the way.Asked from the hall to the side hall, from the side hall to the apse, and then from the apse to the second floor, finally found the exact location of Gretel.Pushing the door open and going in, I was immediately overwhelmed by the smell in the room.

The visitor covered his nose and stood tremblingly at the door, wishing he could run away.There was a strange smell in the room, and there was an unpleasant stench mixed with the fragrant broth.I don't know how long it has been brewing, they are entangled with each other, regardless of each other.

The IQ of the visitor was lost by Xun, and he struggled at the door for a full five seconds before he remembered to leave the room.It drew a strong wind and blew it fiercely, and rushed in again:
"Why are you still here? People from the council will be returning tomorrow! Come back with me quickly and pack up—hey, you smell so bad, you need to wash it off!"

"Master Elliott!" Gretel turned his head joyfully.Elliot frowned, endured and endured, and finally rushed to his side, reaching out to pull:

"What are you fussing about?—Hey, what is this thing!"

There was a strange looking thing in front of Gretel.The heavy and solid base, the arc-shaped support, and a long cylinder fixed on it.A shelf is supported under the cylinder, and under the shelf, a silver rod enchanted with an inextinguishable flame is emitting light evenly and steadily.

And Gretel himself, with a face full of joy, waved at him:

"Come and see! The culprit of this plague - I finally found it!"

"Found it?" Elliott was moved.As for the origin of the plague, the Magic Council has had dozens of theories over thousands of years, but none of them can convince the public.Now, this first-level little mage actually said that he found it?
Even if it cannot be fully verified, as long as the process can be justified, a good paper can be published.The several top periodicals of the Magic Council are definitely willing to accept...

Master Elliot bent down and looked along Gretel's fingers.On the shelf under the cylinder, there is a small piece of glass fixed—no, not one piece, but two pieces. There seems to be something between the two pieces of glass...

"This is it?"

Elliott bent down and watched carefully.A drop of transparent liquid dripped on the glass, clear and transparent, faintly fragrant, like some kind of oil... "Olive oil? Or?"

"No, it's from here!" Gretel gave him a hand, moved away from the seat, and pointed to the top of the cylinder.Elliott bent down and leaned forward, only took a look, and his whole body was shaken violently:
"what!!!"

Inside the cylinder, a never-before-seen world was unveiled to the young mage.

"What is this...these short, pole-like things...what are they?"

Eliot desperately opened his eyes wide, bent down, and his eyeballs almost pressed against the top of the cylinder.Soon, he straightened up like crazy, bent sideways again, and almost fell on the shelf under the cylinder—it was still the same small piece of glass, the liquid droplets on the glass piece remained motionless, and inside the glass piece, it was still like It looks like it's holding something...

"What is this? This is...a piece of glass...what's inside?!" He was so surprised that he couldn't speak fluently: "Why is it so big? Why...the cylinder...you can see...the other things stuff... other things..."

That is.

Microscope.

Gretel silently shed tears of sympathy for himself: This thing, later generations, looks extremely simple, it is nothing more than an eyepiece, an objective lens, a shelf, a light source and so on.On Taobao, there is an optical microscope 238 for students, with a magnification of up to 10000 times, and 30 specimens are included...

Trying to get into a fight here would exhaust him.Discussed with the jeweler all night last night, the lens was changed and changed, and the focal length was adjusted and adjusted.Every step, every detail, has to be personally participated by him...

That's why he didn't participate in the treatment today.Whether it is a priest or a mage, one of the prerequisites for releasing healing and spells is to ensure eight hours of sleep the night before.After a whole night, he couldn't release anything today.

Well, from this point of view, being a priest is better than being a doctor.At least you don't have to work a big night shift, and continue to work hard the next day...

Fortunately, the microscope was finally made.It's normal to be able to see it, and if I can't see it, it means that I have failed.Gretel turned around, cleaned up, and dragged a rattan basket from the long table next to him:
"Well, with this cylinder, things can be magnified many times. You fix them on and see for yourself—"

Elliott tremblingly took them, one by one, and fixed them on the shelf in turn.Through the cylinder he saw long, interconnected lattices on the skin of the onion, with tiny black spots inside the lattices;
In a piece of cork, there are grids arranged like a honeycomb;
A drop of blood dripped on the glass, and he saw countless small dots, crowded together;

A piece of brimstone...

"I understand! Hahahahahaha! I understand! So that's it! That's it!"

Elliott burst out laughing.He picked out the piece of sulfur from the shelf and rushed out like a madman.Rushed to the balcony, murmured a curse, and suddenly pointed forward with his right hand——

A spark the size of a pea flew out from the fingertip.forward, forward...

It exploded suddenly!

There was a loud bang.The outer walls of the church were shaken twice, Elder Erwin, the bald bishop, and the others were startled out one by one:
"Who?"

"Who put the fireball?"

"Is anyone attacking?"

Pairs of eyes looked at the fireball in the night sky, and then followed the faint elemental fluctuations to look at where the fireball came from.On the balcony, Elliot danced and laughed wildly:
"I understand! I broke through! Little Gretel, thanks to you hahahahahaha!"

　It turns out that the Leeuwenhoek telescope is a powerful thing that can fly. After thinking about it hard, I still don't use it.

　　But at that time, it was really amazing to be able to grind out a 300-fold magnifying glass... 300 times that of a single body!It's not 300 times the eyepiece multiplied by the objective lens!

　　Leeuwenhoek is such a craftsman...

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