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

Chapter 330 Penicillin, do you want to grab it?

Chapter 330 Penicillin, do you want to grab it?
Great Master Carlisle was a little surprised that Gretel agreed to write the thesis.In the night, he glanced back and saw the dotted string of lights—the carriage arranged by the city hall to carry the apprentices from the Infectious Disease Hospital back to the Mage Tower, so that they would not have to walk a kilometer when they were about to die of exhaustion—Look at it with a smile Gretel:

"If you are asked to write a paper, you will write it? Don't you bargain or anything?"

"Just write it, it's not something that should be kept secret." Gretel yawned on the horseback, tears splashing from sleepiness. "Such an important thing, I am sure I can't keep it, it should have been handed over to the parliament... aha..."

Just kidding, that's penicillin!
Strategic material!

On the battlefield, one man is equal to having half as many priests out of thin air!

This kind of thing, even in the previous life, was developed with the support of the US military, and the military placed an order to purchase it!Otherwise, how could the Australian pathologist Walter Florey, who developed penicillin, let the pilots bring back soil from the airports of various countries when they went out to perform missions, so that he could isolate the bacteria?
Not to mention its value in curing diseases and saving lives, it is impossible for him, a third-level little mage, to keep such things, okay?
Archmage Carlisle was surprised and delighted.The little guy is quite self-aware, so it saves him trying to persuade or even coax him.It's just that the more talkative Gretel is, the more he wants to tease:
"Don't talk about licensing fees?"

"Don't talk about it...the council has always been very generous..." Gretel continued to yawn precariously.In fact, the council has never been stingy in terms of remuneration before, except that it always wants to squeeze out a little more technology: "It's just..."

"It's just what..."

"That is, the targeted mutagenesis and large-scale cultivation of Penicillium depend on Elder Wood and the others...their share cannot be missed..."

Archmage Carlisle: "..."

Good boy, wait for me here!

Which one are you from? !
He was angry and funny, and immediately wanted to say a few words, but when he turned his head, he swallowed all the words.With a finger pointing, an activated rope flew out, tying Gretel to the horse's back:
It was so dangerous, half of the body was crooked, and he almost fell off the horse!

The phantom horse can't help riding like this!Although it is a magic mount, it will not fly with its master's collar in its mouth!
Archmage Carlisle raised his attention and sent Gretel back to the gate of the mage tower.The invisible servant came out to pick someone up, Gretel leaned on the invisible servant, drooling from sleep, and didn't even know who put him on the bed.

When I woke up, the sky was bright. Apart from the original apprentices of the Mage Tower, a full 200 people lined up outside the tower, waiting to learn how to protect their own safety in the infectious disease hospital.

"Ah..." Gretel lifted the quilt to cover his head:

"Let them teach... let the apprentices teach, I'll sleep a little longer..."

I'm about to die of exhaustion... It's been a long time since I worked so hard, every muscle in my body is sore...

Relying on his mentor's privilege, he stayed on the bed for an extra quarter of an hour, but finally got up obediently.After breakfast and acceptance of the study results, all of them immediately entered the infectious disease hospital and put into intense work.

"Remember to wear gloves and a mask!"

"Put on the bubble technique!"

"Wash your hands, wash your hands! Don't touch your face, don't touch any exposed skin, and don't eat until you're clean!"

"Each person takes care of five patients! Take your body temperature every hour and record your physical condition! Is there any abdominal pain, bloating, diarrhea, headache, any discomfort! Summarize it every hour and hand it over to the person in charge of your ward!"

Gretel walked all the way and told him all the way.Walking to the entrance of the hospital, a great magician from the medical department led a dozen or so low-level mages, with exhausted faces, to welcome them to take over their shifts:

"I'll leave it to you during the day..."

"It's been hard work, how was last night?"

"It's okay, only 15 died."

"..."

"There are still 35 patients who don't look well. Although we have given them regular injections of special drugs according to your arrangement, some of them are almost unable to survive. Here is the list, as well as the list of symptoms."

A thick record book fell into Gretel's palm.His hands were pressed down, and then he clenched tightly, as if holding the lives of more than 1000 people:

"Okay, thank you very much. Leave the rest of the treatment to me."

With hundreds of people helping, the treatment on the second day was far less chaotic than the first day.Gretel checked the critically ill patients one by one, sent them to surgery, and also had the effect of using penicillin on empty copies:
"From 12:1057 noon yesterday to [-]:[-] this morning, [-] patients were injected with penicillin..."

"A total of * injections..."

"357 patients got better... 678 stayed the same... 59 got worse..."

"The curative effect is still not satisfactory." Gretel frowned sadly:

"It's really a little worse to change from intravenous infusion to intramuscular injection. Should I increase the dose? Or shorten the administration time? What is the pharmacokinetics of penicillin G? How long can the effective bactericidal concentration be maintained?"

He held his head and struggled to remember.For some things, the book only gives a general idea, or lists formulas, and you have to figure out how to calculate it yourself.Gretel was a clinician in his previous life, but not a researcher. Many formulas seem to be unfamiliar, and he has to pick them up and recall and recalculate.

He is quite dissatisfied with the curative effect of penicillin, and he is still struggling with how to adjust it. On the other side of the city, there are more than one or two forces who are envious of the curative effect of penicillin and are trying to get it.

The archbishop of the God of War Temple took a rare trip in a car, and two young apprentices sat side by side across from the seat.The legs were tightly closed, both hands were firmly pressed on the knees, and the somewhat immature face was full of caution:
"Yes, yesterday I was in charge of wards 3-5 on the 8rd floor, with a total of 89 patients. Among the 89 patients, two received magical treatment and recovered, and 11 patients were in critical condition and improved slightly after receiving magical treatment. , did not recover, and was injected with penicillin at the same time, and 76 people were only injected with penicillin. Of the 76 people, 28 improved, 32 remained the same, and six died."

"Do you think they would have survived this far without penicillin?"

"I—I'm just an apprentice, Your Excellency the Archbishop. But I think those people's symptoms are very serious, and I'm afraid they won't last long."

"Hmm...Okay, kid. In the next few days, pay attention to collecting the curative effect of penicillin and report it to me every day. May the God of War bless you, you can go down, and ask Jimmy to come up."

The archbishop tapped on the car window with his thick fingers, once and for all, lost in thought.And at the top of Igor Peak, the magicians of Black Crow Swamp have already quarreled:
"This thing is made to restrain us!"

"No, with it, our plague magic can develop safely!"

"It should be limited!"

"No, I think it should be encouraged! I don't know the price. If it's suitable, I'd like to buy a batch myself..."

"How much money have we squeezed out of him? Still want to send him money?!"

"Uh, I think it's not impossible to exchange it with other things... such as skeletons for daily work... Even if it's not so flexible, it's still possible to move things and send patients..."

"Is he really willing to ask for it? How many people did the skeleton scare into unconsciousness yesterday?"

"You can put on an illusion! Illusions can be customized! Don't tell me, you people are not proficient in covering!"

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