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

Chapter 808 Celera: I'll put some pressure on the magic treadmill!

Want to jump in line?
To stop?
The smile on Gretel's face remained unchanged, but his eyes turned slightly cold.Jumping in line or something, the most annoying!
Whether it's an emergency department or an outpatient clinic, jumping in line, anti-cutting in line, and quarreling over queue jumping are simply daily dramas in hospitals.I can't think about it, but when I think about it, my blood pressure rises, my breathing speeds up, and I get PTSD.

Sometimes the patients in line quarreled with the patients who jumped in line, and sometimes the doctor asked the patients who jumped in line to line up, and the people who jumped in line pointed at the doctor’s nose and scolded—well, just scolding, the doctor is already thankful, at least he didn’t hit anyone.

I don't understand why those patients still think that the doctor will do their best to treat them after scolding the doctor so badly.

...The sad thing is that most doctors, no matter whether they try their best or not, at least treat them well.

That's fine.You jump in the queue for outpatient clinics, but don’t jump in queues for emergency clinics!
The emergency department is graded according to the severity of the condition!

You yelled, "My stomach hurts so badly that I'm about to die," accusing the doctor of being unethical and refusing to see you. The one who just pushed in next to you is really about to die!

As for jumping in the scientific research line... Do you know what the sample selection criteria are?Subjects who do not meet the selection criteria, why do you insist on inserting them?
Alas, at any rate, the patient's family members know how to smile, say nice things, and come to give gifts.So is it because the doctor's status has increased, or is the doctor's status supposed to be so high, but he was too low in his previous life?
Alas, I don't want to, I will cry if I think too much.Gretel took a deep breath, and just about to politely refuse, Viscount Saron had already leaned forward, begging in a low voice:

"Master Nordmark, please help me a lot. Dog... If you don't succeed in advancing this time, it will become more and more difficult in the future. People like us, whose heirs are not even knights, will be very troublesome in the future... "

This is true.As far as Gretel knew, although there was no law in the Kingdom of Kent that mandated that the heir to the title of nobility must be a knight—or an equivalent professional, as a nobleman, he naturally assumed the obligation to fight.

If you can't become a professional with combat effectiveness, the future road will be very uneven, and even the whole family may collapse.And the knight is already the broadest one among all the advancement paths.

The viscount's son failed to advance once, and was seriously injured after failing for two years. Sure enough, a father should be anxious and bring his son to beg for help.

only……

"Why do you want your son to participate in this plan?" For the sake of the other party's good attitude, Gretel also asked seriously:
"If you just need to advance, with high-level potions, under the guidance of the temple, it should be safe, right?"

"This..." Viscount Saron coughed violently.His eyes faltered for a moment, and under the gaze of Gretel, he finally told the truth:

"A high-level potion can only guarantee an 80% success rate... Moreover, if the user has insufficient savings and insists on trying to break through, the possibility of injury is very high. High-level potions can only save one life. If you I can make a move..."

Gretel's previous experiments have proved that there are electric defibrillation, electric cardioversion magic, and targeted treatment afterwards. Those who are dying can be brought back, those who are seriously injured can be reduced to minor injuries, and the recovery time of minor injuries can be shortened.

Therefore, Viscount Saron very much hoped to be more secure and add a layer of insurance to his son's advancement.

Gretel nodded slightly, acknowledging his reasoning.However, joining this plan still doesn't work:

"The advanced plan of the temple this time is aimed at warriors who take ordinary potions. All the potions are of the same quality, and the quality of the personnel is uniform, so as to achieve the best teaching effect. Since your son wants to use advanced potions, I'm afraid it won't be enough. went in."

"Why is the high-level potion not working?" Viscount Saron said anxiously:

"Aren't they all the same? At most, one is a little rougher, and the other is a little more refined. If something happens, you can still save your life—why can't you just stuff it in? Master Nordmark, please, help me as much as possible..."

It sounds like the refined medicine is like a refined and purified version of foxglove, maybe with some therapeutic medicine added?

Possibly a slow-release version?

In this world, how does the sustained release function work, or how does it work if the therapeutic effect is triggered in a corresponding state?
Gretel was a little curious.Of course, advanced plans cannot be stuffed in, but there are workarounds:

"In this way, maybe you can talk to the temple and arrange for your son to advance through the customs alone? As long as the time is free, can I take care of it?"

Viscount Saron's cheek twitched violently.Gretel stared at him silently for half a minute before he lowered his voice and said the truth embarrassingly:
"People like us can only invite one bishop. It is said that this advanced plan, the archbishop will be there in person... I just thought, I can put my son in..."

Alas, poor parents in the world.Even so, Gretel shook his head resolutely:
"I will not interfere with the decision-making of the temple. ——However, if you believe me, you can let your son try to advance in my mage tower. Up to now, I have taken care of nearly a hundred warriors to advance, and none of them died. No serious injuries."

Viscount Saron sighed, the wrinkles on his face were all tangled together.He looked back at his son, then at Gretel, and then at his own son, with pain and embarrassment on his face:
"That...Master Nordmark, can you estimate how high the probability of Quan Zi's advancement is, or how likely it is to be dangerous?"

How do I know this?

I am a mage!I am not a knight!The knight, or the Temple of the God of War, can't guarantee him a safe and successful advancement. How can I give an answer?

No, wait, maybe there is a way to estimate the probability?
Gretel frowned in thought.As soon as he thought about it, the entire living room fell silent. The father and son of Viscount Salem held their breaths, not daring to take a breath.Cerilla looked at this, then at that, raised her palm, and made two silent gestures:

How about I fight him?
Maybe it's an advanced level just by playing it?

"Yes!" Gretel suddenly clapped his hands.He rushed to the wall, pressed a sound transmission device on the wall, and said loudly:
"MOSS, please come over to Master Norwood. MOSS, please invite Master Norwood to the small reception room. I have something to ask him."

"Okay boss." Taring replied hummingly.Gretel turned around and returned to his seat with high spirits:
"After taking the medicine, the main reason for the danger is that the heart can't bear it. I designed a method to initially test the heart's tolerance. It is mainly to monitor the changes in the electrocardiogram under the state of exercise—"

"But didn't you say you couldn't do it before?"

Serella Probe.Gretel smiled:

"So think of a new way! Well, I couldn't do it before, because the soldiers changed their movements too fast during the strenuous exercise, and I couldn't keep up; but I thought of a simpler way.—Ah! Norwood Master, you are here!"

Potion was stained on the robe, and powder was floating on the hood. This transformation magician came in a hurry.Gretel commanded the invisible servant to give him an extra seat, and said quickly:

"I want to ask you to make something - just a rubber belt, or any belt, wrapped around two rollers, and it keeps rolling back and forth. The speed can be adjusted so that people can't stop on it. I ran forward, but couldn't run to the end..."

Master Norwood was shocked in an instant: Boss, what kind of insane way of thinking did you think of such a thing!
Who offended you, and you are going to throw it on this, and keep running?

But as an employee, you cannot question your boss' request.Master Norwood cursed, while staring at the [Silent Phantom] that Gretel had called out, and observed it carefully.

Well, it doesn't look difficult, that is, there are two upper and lower boards, two rollers, and the rubber belt is pulled to rotate continuously.To adjust the speed or something, you just need to turn the motor up and down. This function has been done a long time ago.

"... How fast do you need to adjust to?"

"...When you sprint at high speed, how fast can you run?"

Gretel turned to ask Viscount Saron's... son.In the previous life, the men's 9-meter world record seemed to be 58 seconds. In this world, level 4 fighters, or new knights, don't know how fast they can run.

In short, as long as you can't run to death, run to death, this is definitely true in the extreme training of soldiers!
Under Gretel's tutelage, Master Norwood soon hands-on...the world's first treadmill.Viscount Saron's son was dressed lightly, got on the treadmill, was thrown a set of electrocardiogram by Gretel, and sat beside him with a smile:

"Three, two, one! Start running!"

ECG tablet experiment, start!I can't keep up with those fighters who are swinging fists and swords and running around the field, can't I keep up with you!

Well, the heart rate is gradually increasing, but other than that, it's normal.Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram, let Master Norwood control the motor, and slowly increased the speed:

"Heart rate 120 beats/min, 130 beats/min, 140 beats/min..."

At 180 beats per minute, it is still in sinus rhythm, which is very good, and it seems that there is still the ability to continue to improve.You must know that after the advanced stage of those fighters, regardless of success or failure, the fastest heart rate has reached 200 beats per minute.

——In other words, only by pushing yourself to this point can you hope to cross the limit?
Just as Gretel was about to greet Master Norwood and increase the speed of the treadmill, he saw the transformation mage with a nervous face, throwing magic onto the treadmill shaft one by one.Prosthetics?Grease?Icy wind?
Is the shaft wearing out, or is it burning up?

In short, the speed of this treadmill may not be able to increase today.Gretel sighed:

"That..." You come down first, let's repair the treadmill, adjust it, and test it again tomorrow?
Before she could speak, Cerilla suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the opposite side of the treadmill.In an instant, Gretel saw a sudden increase in the heart rate on the electrocardiogram, and it passed 200 after swiping the floor.

Gretel: ... So Longwei can be used in this way?

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