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

Chapter 343 In order not to get seasick, can we change the course?
How does a light industrial country allow an agricultural and mining country to increase its trade surplus with itself?

This is a big problem that requires the cooperation of political, economic, and technological forces, as well as long-term research and coordination.Gretel himself didn't have that much time.

The Philosopher went all the way up the Loch River.Enter the canal, cross several locks, and sail from one end of the narrow and long Lake Roche to the other, from the west coastline of the kingdom to the east coastline.This road runs obliquely in the northeast direction, and the voyage of the inland river is only about [-] kilometers. It entered the deep sea in the evening of the second day after departure.

"So how much longer are we going to sail?"

Gretel asked at the dinner table.In the dining room, the dwarves staggered and lay on the ground.

Obviously, dwarves who deal with mountains, ores, and flames all year round are generally less resistant to seasickness. Even if the alchemy ship "Philosopher's Stone" is relatively stable, half of them hold washbasins and wooden barrels, and even bile Almost spit it out.

Originally, seasickness or something was not a big deal, but after applying a magical spell, the effect was immediate.The problem is, Master Tarbert is not in good health, and his two disciples are busy taking care of him, so there is no extra magic to spare.Ordinary dwarf craftsmen can only take care of themselves...

"It's coming soon." The captain of the Golden Stone comforted him with a smile:

"We can go north for half a day, and we will be able to reach Mayne Island, the northernmost point of the kingdom, and catch the ocean current. Then we will go all the way northeast, sailing to the west side of the Hermon Mountains. This section only takes two days. Then we will change the ocean current and head south Run, go around the southern tip of the peninsula, and land at Ania Port on the east..."

"what?"

"what!"

"One more detour!"

The dwarves yelled feebly.Two days in the inland river and one day in the deep sea, they have already vomited badly.It will take seven or eight days to sail in the deep sea, and when it comes to shore, people will vomit!

"Can't we land directly on the west side of the Hermon Mountains? Isn't there a port there?"

Vigeland, the braided dwarf, let go of Master Tarbert and ran to ask the captain.On his chest, the long gray beard was rough and rough, and most of it ran out of the braid.Normally, the dwarves would laugh at this sloppy appearance, but no one thought about it now.Pairs and pairs of eyes were fixed on Vigeland's stubby back.

Among the group of dwarves, Vigeland was the one with the least seasickness and could run back and forth, but the condition of Master Tarbert really worried him.Before departure, the master rested for a period of time, and his physical condition eased up a bit. After two days of bumping on the boat, he began to deteriorate again:
Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, had trouble breathing.Last night, Master Tarbert lay in the cabin, inhaled oxygen for half the night, and barely closed his eyes until early morning.

"...there is indeed a port there." The captain hesitated, groped for a moment at the hem of his coat, and pulled out a piece of wool.He waved his hand in the air, and on the ground in front of him, a large area of ​​the floor was covered by light and shadow, showing the appearance of oceans, rivers and mountains.

Whoa!
Gretel's eyes lit up.

This is, this is, first-order magic of the illusion department, silent phantom?

He can also do this spell, but if he wants to do it so finely, his magic control is not enough.

He is currently practicing hard, hoping to use the silent phantom to shape the details of human organs and tissues so that he can give lectures to students...

In any case, the opportunity to watch a high-level mage cast spells on the spot is really worth cherishing.Even if the map sand table displayed by the captain is a few grades less refined than the satellite map, it is worth observing carefully.

Gretel and the dwarves collectively stretched their heads to look:
"But I remember that the Dwarf King's Court is on the east side of the mountain range. If we land at the port on the west side, it means we have to climb over the mountains. The mountains are continuous, and the snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all year round. Even in early summer, it is very dangerous. What's more , We are still carrying a batch of goods on board, and these goods can't go over the mountain."

Gretel studied the map intently.Landing from Ania Port, the journey is indeed easier and more enjoyable:
The entire Heimen Peninsula has mountains in the west and gentle terrain in the southeast.The location of the Dwarven King's Court pointed out by the captain was on the plateau in the middle of the Hermon Peninsula. Although it was among the mountains, it was not as steep as the western part of the Hermon Mountains.

And landing from the port on the west side, not to mention how difficult it is to climb over the patches of snow on the top of the light and shadow shown by the captain.Gretel clearly remembered that before setting off, Archmage Carlisle had told him:
"Don't climb snowy mountains! Don't go looking for dragons!"

Anyway, I will definitely vote for the original plan.

Gretel silently retracted.

"Cough, cough... let's take a long way..."

Master Tarbert pressed his chest and coughed in pieces.He was snoring and snoring in his throat, as if he couldn't cough up phlegm, and his face gradually became ugly again.Vigeland hurried back to help him, swung his palms and hammered the old dwarf's back like a hammer:

"Teacher, take a rest and don't talk! Cough out the phlegm first!"

The dwarves quickly surrounded them.Another disciple of Master Tarbert, healed with one hand, and held a copper basin in front of the old dwarf to facilitate his coughing.A treatment, a back thumping, the old dwarf was bent forward and backward by the hammer, his thin body trembled one after another, almost smashed in two.

Gretel couldn't bear it any longer:
"Stop it! That's not how you clasp your back and slap your phlegm! Just let me do it!"

He got up and squeezed in.When the dwarves saw him, they parted to make way for him.Gretel squatted in front of the old dwarf, touched from the space bag, and first took out the brass tube of the precious stethoscope:

"Master, please be quiet, let me listen to the situation in your lungs... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Inhale..."

Very good, not blistering sound, no symptoms of pulmonary edema.As for the severity of pulmonary fibrosis, Gretel can only say that this is life, and medicine can't cure everything...

He retracted the stethoscope, walked around behind the old dwarf, and began to pat the old dwarf on the back.Explain while shooting:
"When you pat the back, don't hit it with your palms. Arch your palms up to form a cavity in the middle to vibrate the patient's lungs and help the patient cough up sputum. Knock from bottom to top, from both sides to the middle, and back from the ninth The rib gap, the chest from the sixth rib gap, all the way to the shoulder..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

The crisp and rhythmic slapping sound shook the old dwarf's body one by one.Master Tarbert closed his eyes to feel for a moment, coughed a few times messily, and bent his palm to push him:

"Your Excellency Nordmark, your method is correct, but the strength is too small... Cough, cough, someone..."

"It's just to shake the lungs, right? I'll do it!"

Vigeland said that the frequency and position of the slaps can be seen and seen.As for using slaps to vibrate the lungs, after thinking about it, warriors have related force skills...

Gretel moved aside embarrassingly, watching Vigeland try to pat the old dwarf on the back.Suddenly looking up, the head of the negotiating team, Archmage Serrano, smiled slightly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Mr. Nordmark, well done!"

(End of this chapter)