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

Chapter 959 You are indeed the Lord of the Plague, taking away the power of the Plague Girl (1 rewards plus [-])

Although Gretel was muttering "I'm not Cao Chong, I'm not an elephant", when it was time to roll up his sleeves to work, he didn't hesitate at all.For nothing, poor buffalo—

Seeing a large group of bison lying on the ground, looking at him eagerly, with tears in his eyes, even a hard-hearted cattle butcher can put down his butcher knife.

What's more, Grett's doctor has a parental heart, not to mention that he came here to save people, no, to save cattle...

So Gretel's magic circle flashed, one after another, they inserted into the sick cow.These magic circles were originally used in the laboratory of the transformation department to accurately weigh materials, and they were also used to weigh bison... barely usable...

"1005 kilograms."

"1203 kilograms."

"547 kilograms, this is a calf..."

While weighing, he quickly calculated in his mind, prepared medicine, and drew it out with a syringe.Although I only hate that I don't have a calculator in my hand, and I can't press the results, but the computing center built in the meditation core before can also be used as a processor...

Brush up a row of injections and put them on the floating dish.Turning his head, the White Horned Bull King lowered his huge head and looked at him without blinking, his shadow was reflected in his warm eyes.Gretel simply raised his hand and took a fake shot:
"These medicines may cure them, but I have prepared the dosage according to human constitution. It may also be inappropriate, or have adverse effects. Of course, I can also use divine magic to treat—"

He raised his hand, and threw out an increased amount of 【Remove Disease】, and the calf closest to him cheered up and stood up humming.Gretel pointed to the calf:
"But my power alone is limited. I can throw at most dozens of magic spells like this one a day, and I can't cure so many of them here."

The White Horned King listened silently, snorted and slapped Gretel lightly.After listening, he turned his head and sniffed the injection on the floating dish (Gretel: No!), and then sniffed the calf:
"what do you need?"

"I need a batch of sick cows for experiments. They may die."

"How many will die?"

"Maybe... a few hundred people will die?" Gretel replied with a guilty conscience.Not enough medicine, too much medicine, allergies to medicine, all kinds of reasons are possible: "I try to use healing techniques to hold it back..."

"Please try." King Baijiao took a step back:
"My people still have a lot... a lot! Use a few hundred, exchange for a lot, that's fine! Please!"

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief.It's great, there are leaders who can call the shots and make decisions, make quick decisions, and the most important thing is not to make trouble, that's great!
Of course, even if the white-horned king doctor made a fuss, Gretel reckoned that Cerilla would be able to take them out.Holding the needle, he ran to the herd, one cow at a time, and ten doses of streptomycin injection in a row, and turned his head to say hello:
"Cerilla!"

"Hey!"

"Bernard! Balencimo!"

"Here we come!" Bernard and Balencimo jumped off Appa's back, gearing up.Appa snorted and scratched his hooves twice, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him...

"And these two..."

The two Golden Eagle fighters stood in front of them silently.Gretel pointed to the needle in front of him:
"I will dispense the medicine, and you will give the needles. You will find Da Niu to see where Serila and the others pierce, how to insert the needle, and how to push the medicine. Let's do it together! Let's start!"

With an order, everyone started to be busy like an assembly line.The weight of an adult bison generally fluctuates between 1 ton and 1.2 tons. In order to save time, the dispensing does not need to be so precise; Grete buried his head in front of the floating disc, his hands flying.

Draw one, hand out one, draw another, hand out another...

After one hundred injections, observe and record one by one.Holding an oak stick in his hand, Gretel rode on Appa slowly—the buffalo covered too much land, and the road was too far away—and concentrated on sensing.

The spiritual power of a level 9 natural priest allows him to feel the changes in the patient without waiting for a few hours:

"No allergies... no allergies... this one has no allergies either... Great, so far, none of the 100 patients have allergies. Let's look at the efficacy of the medicine... um... the breath of life has stabilized, and it hasn't dropped. Picked up a bit..."

His eyes were shining brightly, and he ran to find King Baijiao:

"This medicine works!"

"Thank you, respected Son of Thunder God." King White Horn understood the situation of his own group faster than Gretel.It lowered its head deeply, its muzzle almost touched the ground, and thanked Gretel:
"You came to treat us from afar, the buffalo family, you will remember your kindness! You can ask for anything you need, but whatever we have, we will dedicate it to you!"

"The reward is not needed for the time being... Find me a quiet and clean place, preferably a stone cave... Uh..."

Gretel silenced himself.Look left, look right, they are standing on a large plain, the highest hill nearby, it seems that it is not much higher than King Baijiao.

Of course, there are also reasons why the distance is large and small, but this terrain does not look like a cave with karst landform, which can give him the appearance of an assembly line...

Is he going to turn fossils into mud + turn mud into stones again, roll up his sleeves and build a factory building?Although the factory building required for biopharmaceuticals is not large, he doesn't want to spend all his limited magic power on building the house...

Just thinking of this, there was a bang, and the whole person sank down.Then the collar tightened, and Cerilla picked it up, and quickly flew backwards.Gretel was hanging in the air, and saw the White Horn King lower his head, and stomped his foot again with all his strength...

As it stomps its feet, billows of mud rise up, flow spontaneously, rise up, stand upright, and meet on both sides.At the positions of the solitaires on both sides, when the first drop of mud was about to fall, the White Horn King raised his head and let out a long cry, and the bluish light on the bull's horn spread outward.

Where the blue light shines, the mud solidifies and turns into rock.A stone cave with a height of about ten meters, a door width of about ten meters, and a length of three to forty meters, into which King Baijiao could easily walk in and turn around, stood in front of Gretel.

Gretel took a deep breath.He must not be able to cast spells so quickly, easily, and in large quantities, nor could the magicians who built the hospital house for him.

Only those who built the mage tower, the 13th and 14th-level transformation mages, can so easily and smoothly direct the mud to turn into stones, rise from the ground, and build a shape.Considering the size and strength of the monster, the level of the White Horned King...

"At least level 15, maybe higher." In the telepathic connection, Mr. Balensimo quietly reminded:
"Boss, be careful."

"It's okay, I won't harm them, these bison should be reasonable." Gretel secretly replied to the message.Almost immediately, the news of Serila also squeezed in:

"Grete, don't be afraid of them! Let go of your hand to heal them, they are really rough, and I can beat that buffalo king too! If it doesn't work, I can still fly away with you!"

Of course, of course.Gretel shook Serila's hand backhand: Level 15 to 17, up to level 17 bison king, in terms of combat level, is on par with Serila;
As far as mastering magic is concerned, it seems that it should only have a few natural magics, such as trampling, increasing defense, and spawning weeds;
Most importantly, it won't heal, let alone fly!
Such a buffalo king, when it is a last resort, Serila will be able to defeat him by flying up and keeping a distance!

"Cerilla, I'm not worried about this." In the telepathic connection, Gretel smiled slightly and passed on his thoughts:
"I'm just regretting that I don't have such a strong stone-shaping ability, otherwise, I would have been able to build you a dragon's nest a long time ago..."

"This, this..."

The girl's slender hand softened, and suddenly she pushed harder, shaking Gretel's hand away.Gretel let out an "ouch", staggered a step to the side, and then strode inside, unfolding the streptomycin assembly line in the same way:
Distilled water preparation device; medium preparation device; streptomyces culture device; streptomycin reaction device, streptomycin extraction device...

King Baijiao stood about ten meters away from the entrance of the cave, watching intently, and let out a long "moo" from time to time.With it guarding the gate, none of the surrounding buffalo dared to get close to it, which made Grete, who was worried about the pollution of the factory, breathe a sigh of relief.

After setting up the assembly line, Gretel stood by and bustled up and down. He was busy all afternoon and all night. Seeing the streptomyces gradually growing in the device, he let out a long breath:

"Cerilla, look at these bacteria, don't let them die! I'll treat another wave!"

Holding the petri dish, he walked along the dying bison one by one, touching them one by one.All the way up to level 9, Gretel was finally able to perform the "directed killing of dysentery bacillus" that Elvin Elvin used back then:
Sterilize!
Sterilize!
Sterilize!
I don't care what kind of bacteria you are, anyway, it should not be the human body, no, it has always existed in the cow's body, if it is killed, it will lose its balance.Then, I will kill, kill, kill!

Most of those bison were dying and lying on the ground, even the White Horned King couldn't even neigh.Otherwise, Gretel could be lazy, ride on Appa, and touch them one by one.There is no other way now, climbing up and down is even harder...

Gretel had no choice but to work hard on his own two legs, walking around the herd with the boss.Walk, touch, cast spells; walk again, touch again, cast spells again.When he felt that his legs were about to break, he looked up, and finally there was no sick cow in front of him——

There was a long moo, and the noise of the cow shook the sky.Starting from the White Horned King, large tracts of magic cows bowed their heads respectfully to Gretel.

"You are indeed the Lord of the Plague...you took away the power of the Plague Girl and returned the health of my people..."

The White Horn King's voice was rumbling, dull and excited, like a subwoofer hitting Gretel's chest one after another:
"Respected Son of Thor, can you please go ahead and heal all my compatriots?"

"It's definitely not going to work!" Gretel was startled, and stepped back:

"So many cows! Such a long journey! I still have to rely on medicine, and rely on me alone, when will I go!!!"

"..."

"..."

The White Horn King wanted to persuade him further, but in the distance, the thundering sound of cows suddenly sounded again.It listened quietly for a while, and when it turned its head again, Gretel actually saw the emotion called "tension" from its cow face:

"Plague girl, it's coming again!"

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