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

Chapter 755 Mycin is alcohol, the more I drink, the more I drink... All alcohol is banned for me! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Four)

Seven or eight heads came together to see the results in the petri dish.A piece of green light swept across, and on the glass plate, which was originally clean and only covered with a layer of culture medium, lumps of lumps rose rapidly:

Milky white, beige, lumps of various shapes.On the top of the clump, there are small bumps one by one, clustered together thinly, high in the center and low around...

"Wow, what are these?" Vigeland reached out to poke, but was slapped away by Gretel.He had no choice but to stretch his neck so that he could see more clearly:
"One circle after another, one flat ball after another, or a strange puddle with blurred edges..."

"Granular, nodular, cauliflower-like." Gretel repeated it in medical terms with a straight face.Vigeland looked at him blankly:

"Where is it green?"

"???"

"Cauliflower! These things are not green at all, how can they look like cauliflower?"

…and the cauliflower we’re talking about is cauliflower, the white kind, not the green broccoli.Gretel thought gloomily, probably because the Black Gate Peninsula was too cold to grow cauliflower, so the dwarves didn't eat it at all...

"The point is not this. Look, these bacteria are the bacteria that multiply in your lungs and bring you pain. Vigeland, Obas, Escher," he followed the names of the people on the petri dish, One by one they called:

"You all have this kind of thing in your lungs! You are all sick! Cough! Cough up thick phlegm! Some people will have a fever! You will sweat profusely when you fall asleep! In severe cases, you will also cough up blood, chest tightness, and chest pain—is there any?!"

When he called a name, a dwarf silently bowed his head, not daring to look him in the eyes.Vigeland whispered:
"We dwarves are as strong as stone..."

"Be as strong as a rock, so that you can survive to this age and still work." Gretel scolded him with a straight face:
"Do you know what this disease looks like in human beings? - Those who are weak will die when they are in their teens; those who are strong will live to be in their thirties and become emaciated, hunched, coughing constantly, and unable to work live."

Seeing the contemptuous expressions of the dwarves, seeming to say that "only humans are so useless", Gretel strengthened his tone a little:
"Moreover, this disease can be transmitted! Infect your pregnant women! Your babies! Your wounded and weak soldiers! Your old people..."

Uh, in fact, it’s fine for the elderly. With the living habits of the dwarves who gather in caves and the air circulation is messy, the elderly who live to old age may have already been infected...

He spoke more and more harshly, the dwarves were trained to be honest with their left foot and right foot, and they were finally taught to be honest. You hit me, and I bumped you. In the end, it was Vigeland who spoke:

"So how do I cure this disease?... If you use [Remove Disease] all of them, it will be too expensive..."

Yes, too expensive.

Whether it is pneumonia or tuberculosis, as long as it is a disease that is recognized by the healer and included in the magic model, [Remove Disease] can perfectly treat it.

However, the magical level of [Remove Disease] is level three, which means that only priests above level five can release it, and you can't release a few in a day...

And among a hundred dwarves, there will not be a priest; among a hundred dwarf priests, there will never be a priest above the third level!

Lung disease can still be contagious... As long as everyone is not cured in one go, a few people are cured here, and then they are infected again...

Gretel watched them with confidence.Of course there is a way, if there is no way, why did he go all the way?
"Have you seen it?" He pointed to the blank spot in the center of the colony in the petri dish, and motioned the dwarves to look carefully:
"When cultivating germs, I dripped the special drug that I just researched on some parts of the culture medium. You see, the bacteria can't grow on the part where the drug is dripped. This shows that this special drug has inhibitory effects. , The effect of killing germs.”

"So it's enough for us to use it?" Vigeland began to look around:
"How to use it? Drink it? Or spray it into the lungs? Or, like you did when you treated us before, mix it with salt water and pour it into the lungs, then pump it out?"

Gretel: "..."

Well, very powerful, the dwarven imagination is really alive.But unfortunately, streptomycin, uh, maybe streptomycin, Mage Tower has not yet made an oral version, as for spraying into the lungs, or perfusing the lungs...

Thanks to you for thinking it out!
The principle of medical treatment is a bit like Occam's razor: don't multiply entities unless necessary.If it can be injected intramuscularly or subcutaneously, do not inject it intravenously; if it can be injected intravenously, do not inject it intravenously.Can be minimally invasive, no surgery...

How big is lung perfusion surgery, and how risky it is!Every time I do lung washing for you guys, I am always worried and ready for various contingencies, and I have been forced back several times by magical powers!
Besides, tuberculosis is one of the contraindications for lung washing... You can't just pour the solution into the lungs just because you have streptomycin!
It must be said that this Mr. Vigeland, with his rich imagination, perfectly avoided the correct answer...

He took out another box from the space bag, opened it, and revealed the suit inside.A row of syringes, a bottle of saline.A row of small glass vials filled with medicinal powder, lying in a box with ice cubes, refrigerated at low temperature.

The top of the small glass bottle was sealed with a thin rubber skin, exactly as Gretel remembered.

"This potion is for injection." Gretel said slowly:

"I want to calculate your weight to determine how much dose you need. Come one by one and weigh yourself for me... Take off that iron wristband! Soul Dan, don't take off your pants!"

Chicken fly dog ​​jump, chicken fly dog ​​jump...

The corner of Master Dumfries' mouth twitched as he watched.He knows why Gretel has such a good relationship with those dwarves:
If it were him himself, it would be impossible for him to put down his figure and talk straight to the dwarves, laughing and cursing. ——Hey, don't kick your feet!
Of course, Gretel couldn't really kick.He's not stupid. The dwarves are all solid and their muscles are as hard as stones. There is a high probability that they will twist his own feet with one kick.

He directed the dwarves to line up and go through the scales, and after counting everyone's weight, he began to toss the potion:
"Line up! One by one, roll up your sleeves and expose your arms! The thickest piece of flesh on the outside of your upper arm! Vigeland, you come here first—hey, relax, relax!"

The needle has slipped on the skin and is crooked... A waste of a needle is a waste of a syringe... No, wait, the needle can still be fixed!
"Time is money my friend!"

After a long absence, Gretel called out the little monster.A golden gold coin was thrown over, and then, pointing to the needle, he ordered:
"Gold coin, fix it!"

Master Dumfries: "..." You are a mage, mage!Even if you're not a transformation mage, with your mental strength, it's not difficult to turn this needle back to its original state!

Really can't, can you give me the gold coin?I'll fix it for you!

...Although, when he saw Gretel throwing a bunch of raw materials in the past and squeezing the little goblins to the limit, he silently changed his mind...

Then, he watched as Gretel waved his hand and threw a [Advanced Magical Weapon] at all the syringes in the needle box.

Once again, Magister Dumfries is heartbroken.

Ah, what a luxury! [Advanced Magic Weapon] is a Tier [-] spell!
Although it can bless a row of small weapons such as arrows at a time, this is not a reason for you to throw spells everywhere!
Gretel had picked up a new syringe.Pump saline, poke vial, bolus, shake, re-pip.Then, approaching the dwarf with a syringe:

"Come on, let's do it again." He had a sweet tone and a dark smile:
"Relax! If you bend my needle again this time, I'll throw the Weakness Ray! I don't believe that the Weakness Ray can't relax your muscles!"

Vigeland and the others didn't dare to breathe, they offered their right upper arm deltoid muscles one by one, and were poked by Gretel.Seeing Gretel start to pack his things, the dwarf at the end cheered heartily:
"Finally done! Go out and drink!"

"No drinking!" Gretel raised his head suddenly:

"With this drug, absolutely no alcohol!"

Ceph just drinks and leaves immediately.Uh, although he really doesn't know whether the medicine made of this suspected streptomycin can react like disulfiram with alcohol, but...

However, the enemy is lenient.Anyway, he was the one who made the potion, so he had the final say on whether he could drink or not.

He would like to see who dares to argue with him, the discoverer of penicillin, the person who washed the lungs of dwarves, the inventor of vaccinia and rabies vaccines, and the instructor of the invention of streptomycin, whether it is allowed to drink alcohol!
Sure enough, no dwarf dared to argue.With Gretel's hands on his hips, a sneer on his face, and a condescending gaze, not even that dwarf dared to go out to get a drink.

It was the dwarf who was the first to shout, "Go out for a drink after work" the quickest reaction, turning his eyes, and immediately stepped forward with a smile:

"Dear Master Nordmark~~~"

"I have something to say." Gretel shivered, and quickly repainted himself [cold and heat resistant]: "What's the matter?"

"How many people in our mine do you think will suffer from this disease? It's rare that you came here, can you check for everyone?"

This can be.Gretel looked at him with admiration and nodded slightly.The dwarf rushed out:

"Line in line! Come out and line up! Everyone takes a clean cup, spits into it, and writes their name on the cup! Master Nordmark is here to heal everyone!"

Queuing, spitting, doing bacterial culture (Grete sincerely thanked this world for having the magical technique of rapidly spawning bacteria), filming, identifying and screening patients.

Then, most of the middle-aged and above dwarves, as well as some young dwarves, lined up and got needles in their arms one by one.

"Those who have received this injection are not allowed to drink alcohol! Two injections a day, I will leave behind the powder!" Gretel hung a loudspeaker spell on himself, allowing the voice to spread throughout the camp:
"One shot earlier, one shot later! 7 consecutive days of treatment! After 7 days, I will come back to test the effect of the treatment!"

There was howling.

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