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

Chapter 747 Gretel: I Developed a New Advancement Method for Barbarians (Wanna Reward Plus One)

Gretel was going to visit the Alchemy Guild. Of course, Bernard gave a password and an action.To his surprise, the delivery man from Black Crow Swamp also posted it with a stern face:

"Master Nordmark, what are you looking for? The way to deal with the corpses? Let's go together? If there are long-term purchases of products from Black Crow Swamp, we can negotiate in person and get a lower price..."

Huh?
Is there such a good thing?

Gretel was a little happy, but also a little embarrassed.He is not the kind of character who can accept other people's kindness frankly, and once he accepts it, he must get something in return.

It would be fine if the magician from Black Crow Swamp represented the school, but if it represented himself...

"Will it delay your business?"

A magician's time is precious, and even for a second, he would like to spend it on meditation and research.How boring is it to go shopping with people?

Being polite to others means being polite to others, but he still needs to be careful about his own proportions.

"No, no." The necromancer shook his hands wildly:
"I was appointed to see what your needs are, and I will try my best to meet them. Besides, Olivier and I are students of the same teacher. You saved his life. We are very grateful to you... ..."

Oliver?who?Necromancer?When did I save his life?Where is the location?
I've healed so many people, I can't remember just mentioning one name...

He had a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were straight and his pupils were slightly dilated.There is no need for a magician of the control system, as long as someone who knows a little bit of social skills, he will know that he is completely confused now.

"Olivier! Olivebring!"

The necromancer raised his tone a little bit.Seeing that Grete hadn't remembered yet, he had no choice but to raise his right hand, reverse his index finger, and made a "poke into the eye socket" movement...

"Oh oh oh!"

Gretel suddenly realized.

It's the guy who was pierced into the eye socket by a sharp knife, reaching the base of the skull, and the Webster's ring is still underdeveloped!

Sure enough, when I mentioned the medical records, I immediately remembered it!
Since he is a fellow student of his patient, Gretel is no longer polite.He and the Necromancer walked side by side to the Alchemy Union, chatting as they walked:

"By the way, why do you have so many corpses in Black Crow Swamp? I remember getting dozens of corpses from you... Where did your corpses come from?"

"The source is very extensive!"

When it comes to other topics, the necromancer may be socially fearful and unsociable, and can't speak a word with three sticks.When it comes to dead bodies, it goes on and on:

"We run one of the three big workhouses in Nevis. People here eat, we use what we have, and it will belong to us when they die."

OK, the theory is unassailable.Gretel is curious:

"How many can there be?"

"With this source, there can always be more than 100 a year." The necromancer bent his second finger:

"Nevis City and its surroundings, we are responsible for all the starving, roadside, orphans and old people who died and were not buried, etc. We are responsible for restraining them. And, buying corpses all the year round..."

Having said that, he proudly puffed out his chest:
"Those poor people, instead of spending a sum of funeral expenses, they might as well sell their corpses to us. They can earn a fortune even if they are big or small. Just treat it as the final contribution to the family."

What a wonderful world where dead bodies can be bought and sold.Although he knew that such behavior would lead to various problems, Gretel, as a medical student, still felt sincere envy.

In general, teachers are free or something. This kind of world is the perfect world in the minds of medical students!
"Is there anything else?" He asked curiously:

"This kind of source can only collect the corpses of some poor people. As you said before, the corpses of all levels and professions—"

"Well, we are the executioners of the council." The necromancer blinked slyly:

"All professionals who have been executed for crimes, unless they pay a sufficient price, their corpses will belong to Black Crow Swamp. Then, we have been buying all kinds of corpses for a long time, and our colleagues have worked hard in various places, and they will bring back some appropriately..."

You are really "working hard".Literally.Gretel suddenly thought of Lynn. How many corpses did he bring back from the war where the Radiance Cult invaded?
This time I go to the New World, will I go to the dividing line between the colonies of the two sides and get back a bunch of corpses?
The two talked about it, and soon arrived at the Alchemy Union.Gretel stepped in and immediately asked the reception staff:

"Is there a colorless gas, slightly heavier than air, easily soluble in water and alcohol, and irritating to the eyes and nose? Or its solution is also acceptable, is there?"

"Is there a white or light yellow translucent solid that is lighter than water, will soften when heated, and will melt at about [-] or [-] degrees? Soluble in various oils, insoluble in water or alcohol?"

This range is a bit too vague.The staff are frowning, but try to smile:

"Well, there seem to be several kinds of liquids and solids that meet your requirements... Wait for us to find it, wait a moment!——John, John! Why are you so dazed? Hurry up and find out what the guest wants!"

There was a burst of chicken and dog jumping...

There were seventy or eighty bottles in front of Gretel, thirty or forty kinds of "white, pale yellow solids".

...Isn't it, so many?

The names are colorful and weird, but none of them are labeled with molecular formulas anyway.Next to it, half of it is used to illustrate,

He started with the simple ones, inspected a circle of solids, and found something similar to paraffin oil.

weighing.

heating.

dissolve...

Fortunately, what looked like paraffin was actually found by him.But it was not so easy to find the liquid next. Carefully, Gretel uncovered the bottle caps one by one, and took a quick sniff with the palm of his hand:
……no.

……no.

... nor.

The smell of formalin, even if he has a cold, a stuffy nose, and an airtight nose, he can still find this smell from a pile of liquids without any mistakes!

Any medical student will never forget the experience of going to the pool to find the general teacher!
But it doesn't.Gretel asked the staff to search again and again to make sure they didn't have formalin, so he had to force himself on the Black Crow Swamp:

"Hey, how do you usually preserve the corpse? - Use more medicine, or use more spells?"

"I have them all. The more advanced corpses use the [Emerald Corpse Art], and there is an entire floor in the Tower of Sleepless that has inscribed this spell." The necromancer knew everything and said endlessly:
"Ordinary corpses can be stored for a relatively long time if they are buried in a cemetery that has been treated with negative energy. Or they can be quickly frozen and stored with [Touch of Thirst]. Otherwise, they can simply be buried in lime..."

All in all, this is a good idea.Gretel secretly remembered that he planned to go back and try one by one to see which one was cheaper and used to make tissue slices, which could be preserved as best as possible.

But, of course, all of this presupposes the knife, and, of course, the person doing the slicing:
"Bernard!" he called back:
"What kind of weapon do you need to cut a corpse—or a specimen into even thin slices? It can't reach 0.5 millimeters, one millimeter is fine, and it can be thicker!"

"Boss, do you want me to cut it?"

The barbarian's face immediately became bitter.Gretel had never seen him look like this—

Even if they fled together on the battlefield, were blocked by people on the cliff, and faced with a desperate situation, he was still fearless.Struggling to pick up the big bone stick, trying to block it in front of him.

But now, Bernard's face was wrinkled into a ball.Difficulty was written on the left cheek, and grievance was written on the right cheek.The beard is messy, the face is so dark, the liver cancer is just like that:
"Boss, do I have to cut it? I've always used bone sticks. I really can't use this fine weapon..."

It looks really pitiful.Letting barbarians do this kind of thing feels like forcing Zhang Fei to embroider.Am I squeezing him too hard?

Is it true that professional things should be left to professional people, and barbarians should not be allowed to do this kind of work?
"Uh... Otherwise, we'll order a guillotine?" He beckoned to the reception staff:

"As thin as possible, as sharp as possible, the thickness of the blade and the back of the knife should be as consistent as possible to avoid crushing the tissue. It is mounted on a vertical guide rail and can slide up and down, as long as it is pressed down, it can be sliced..."

The reception staff swiped the record to complete.Just about to check with Gretel, a tall magician suddenly walked out of the inner room, and smiled at Gretel:

"This mage, with all due respect. You...follower? If you want to advance quickly, maybe it's better to cut it yourself."

Huh?Gretel turned to look at him.The speaking magician spread his hands, revealing a thick layer of calluses:
"We have customized weapons or enchanted weapons for many magician's followers. The warrior next to you should be at level eight, right?"

God guessed.Gretel gave him a thumbs up.The magician smiled and said:

"Generally speaking, the career level of a follower is a little higher than that of a magician. You have already reached level 7, and this fighter should not have reached level 9, judging by his pace and breathing."

Well, although the conclusion is correct, the process is all wrong.In fact, when I was a level 1 mage, Bernard was already level 7; when I reached level 7, Bernard was only level 8...

Gretel tried to keep his smile from faltering.The other party may also feel something, and keep smiling, and continue talking:
"This fighter, depending on his size, generally uses heavy weapons, and his fighting methods are wide-ranging. When he reaches the level [-] to [-], it is best to strengthen his fine control. Cutting slices by himself is a better way." training method."

Gretel was greatly moved.He turned to look at the barbarian:
"Bernard, what do you think? Do you want to practice?—Don't think about weapons, we can still afford a weapon..."

In the end, Gretel brought Bernard back a long sword from the alchemy workshop.The blade is three feet long, and the sword body is thin, like a pool of autumn water.Of course, it looks more like a child's toy in Bernard's hand...

"Come on, Bernard!" Under the everlasting flame, Gretel squatted next to the test bench, cheering for the barbarian:
"Don't rush, cut slowly, one piece at a time! It's not too thin at the beginning, a little thicker is fine!"

"Boss, otherwise, let's cut up a bigger animal..."

Bernard's forehead was covered with oil and sweat, he squatted slightly, holding the sword in both hands, and pressing down bit by bit.In the thick palm, the slender long sword shook slightly:
"It's really uncomfortable to cut a mouse with such a big sword..."

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