Chapter 1019 It’s Done! Your Excellency, Lord of the Plague, I Saw It! (Book Friends Rewarded 25.47 Million Yuan for Additional Updates)
Wendell Demetri plunged headlong into culturing pathogenic factors—in fact, viruses.
Raise, raise. Cultivate something that cannot be seen with the naked eye, cannot be seen with a microscope, cannot be felt with the vision of meditation, and cannot be observed with magic——
Cut, pound, filter, and centrifuge every day. Dilute it with sterile saline, draw it out with a syringe, and inject it into mice or something else. As for whether there are disease-causing factors in the things that are thrown out?
Unless the injected mice are observed to be sick, there's no way to know for sure...
Wendell Demetri hated this situation. He dreamed of seeing it with his own eyes - even if he couldn't see it with his own eyes, he still wanted to prove it in some way.
Accepting the Plague Lord's advice, he began to filter these solutions over and over again, trying to see them under a microscope:
"First pass, filter with silk..."
Demetri endured the heartache and dug out his thinnest piece of silk - which he intended to give to the female magician he loved, but he didn't find the chance - and cut out a piece.
After single-layer filtration, there are still strange things floating in the filtrate, which looks quite turbid;
Double-layer filtration, still quite muddy;
Four layers...eight layers...eight layers seems to be the limit. No matter how many layers there are, it can't be filtered anymore...
Demetri took the filtered tissue fluid and looked at it under a microscope. Under the microscope, one by one, one by one, you can still see something similar to cells.
He firmly remembered the words of the Plague Lord, filtering out the bacteria until they were no longer visible, but they were still able to spread...
So...it doesn't work with silk?
If silk doesn't work, then linen will definitely not work, and cotton... most likely won't work either. Wendell Demetri assessed the resources he had and chose another direction suggested by the Plague Lord:
Thick paper?
The filtering effect of paper is obviously higher than that of silk. Although the filtration speed is much slower, many more tissue cells are filtered out than eight layers of silk. Demetri took a deep breath and took the filtrate under the microscope...
"Ahhhh! Why is this paper peeling off!!!"
Demetri couldn't make paper or anything like that. Ordering paper that is tough, thick, does not fall off, and can be used as filter paper. Even if someone in Nevis can make it, he will order it overnight and it will take half a year to get it.
Therefore, Demetrius could only turn to something else:
Pottery sherds.
Well, potsherds.
"Someone, bring me a pile of clay plates... plain, unglazed, without any color..."
Fortunately, the locals are pretty good at making pottery - in other words, any indigenous tribe must learn the art of making pottery, otherwise they won't even have tableware. Demetri gave an order, and a pile of clay plates was immediately piled up in front of him, asking him to try them one by one slowly:
"...It can't be filtered out at all!"
fall!
Why did he believe the words of the Plague Lord?
If clay dishes can be used to filter water, doesn’t it mean they can’t be used to hold water or soup at all?
That evening, during the free question time after the report, he raised this question. Grete looked up and thought for a while:
"Ceramic filters...not all ceramic dishes, bowls, etc., can be used as filters. The ceramic filter element should have many micropores, with large external pores and small internal pores, so that the water pressure can be past……"
He summoned [Silent Phantom] and outlined a columnar body densely covered with micropores:
"You try to make them burn less? Otherwise, you try to use transformation?"
Let them burn sparsely—Dmitri had little faith in the pottery skills of the natives. Using the deformation technique to create so many densely packed pores, he didn't think his deformation technique could be as refined as this.
However, Gretel's suggestion gave him some inspiration:
"I can use the Giant Transformation Technique! I can use the Giant Transformation Technique to enlarge this dish. Maybe... the aperture inside is also enlarged?"
"That's okay...after the change, do you remember to take a look at it with a microscope?"
Dmitry was eager to try. There is one thing to say, the Giant Transformation Technique is really useful, especially when he activated the Giant Transformation Technique, he thought in his heart "even the aperture will be enlarged". After throwing away the Giant Transformation Technique, he stuffed it under the microscope——
Well, yes, the hole diameter is indeed larger!
Satisfied, Demetri went to filter again. This time, the ceramic filter element finally achieved the effect he wanted, and no bacteria could be seen in the filtrate. Then, he encountered the same problem as the Plague Lord:
No bacteria, no other pathogenic factors, nothing at all can be seen in the filtrate...
Demetrius adds acid and alkali; freezes and slices;
Add litmus water, comfrey water, hematoxylin solution, and all the dyes he could think of;
Use [Detect Rot Sacs], use [Detect Poison], use [Detect Animals and Plants], use [Detect Undead]...
Except for [Detecting Toxicity], which told him that there was something in this filtrate that might be harmful to the human body, all other spells and detection methods failed.
"Even [Detect Animals and Plants] failed... Also, [Detect Animals and Plants] cannot detect bacteria. According to the explanation of the prophecy system, the bacteria are too small. When this magic was created, there was no understanding of bacteria. …”
As for whether bacteria should be considered animals or plants, in the issue of "Magic" and "Ordinary Magician's Monthly" before departure, there were still three archmages quarreling. One said it was an animal, another said it was a plant, and the third said it was neither an animal nor a plant...
"Since it's too small, is it possible that if I enlarge it a little bit, I can see it?"
Demetri was hopeful. Pick up the test tube, suck a drop of the filtrate, and drop it in...
no response.
no response.
Still no response.
Maybe... I missed the mark?
Demetri thought about it carefully and felt that this might be the reason. One of the most important reasons for the failure of spell casting is the inability to lock on to the target - if you throw them aimlessly and miss the target, there will definitely be no results!
Perhaps, he should try to find other targets...such as bacteria, such as...cells?
Dmitry geared up to prepare the filtrate again. With the help of a microscope, he locked a bacterium with his mental power, held his breath and concentrated, and released the giant-turning technique. Sing a spell, mobilize the spell model, and release——
"Bang!"
Under the microscope, the bacteria he locked on swelled, swelled, swelled...
Exploded.
Exploded!
Light red, dark red, lumpy, flaky, puddles... spread out under the microscope. Demetri stared blankly at those things, speechless for a while:
How could it explode?
Why, if it's fine, it will explode?
The effect of the giant transformation spell does not include exploding the object of the spell!
If Gretel knew this news, he might throw his hands up and say: You should have asked me earlier, I have tried it a long time ago, and the magic of giant transformation didn't work.
It is estimated that the structural strength of the cell cannot support it, or the strength of the cell wall or bacterial cell membrane, the double-layer phospholipid membrane, is too low. The thing inside is big, and when it expands, the membrane composed of double-layer molecules will lose its strength immediately~~~
Otherwise, why would I have to work so hard on the optical microscope, stain, and find various dyes? Gentian violet has not been found yet, crying...
However, Demetri did not ask. Although the bacteria exploded, it gave him a hint:
I can observe cells with a microscope!
I can see if there are any changes in these cells to confirm whether there are disease-causing factors in them!
Those little mice are half a gram lighter and half a gram heavier - God knows the weight of a mouse is only about 20 grams, and it will fluctuate by one gram after eating one more mouthful - the body temperature is 0.1 degrees high and 0.1 degrees low, and the breathing speeds up and slows down once every second. It looks so troublesome!
I can just look at the cells directly. If I can find regular changes in the cells, I can be sure that these mice that appear to be disease-free are actually infected!
Demetri was greatly encouraged. He re-planned his work and set a goal for himself:
Every day, 20, no, 30, no, 50 more mice are dissected!
In addition to ensuring the time to sleep so that spells can be used tomorrow, all the time other than eating, sleeping, and meditating are used for work!
Dissect, dissect, dissect!
"Wendell, let's go eat! It's rare to have beef brisket stew today! The beef is sent all the way from the north!"
"You guys go and eat, just leave a bite for me." Wendell Demetri stood in front of the dissecting table with a focused look on his face, and his muffled voice came out from the mask:
"If it's convenient, leave me a bite of beef and put it in a tortilla..."
"Wendell, come and have a cup of black tea? It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Let's take a rest and eat a biscuit!"
"You go and eat, I'm not done yet." Dmitri compared the data recorded in the afternoon and wrote quickly:
"Out of 100 mice infected by injection, 1 showed fever symptoms... 5 mice were listless... the rest had normal reactions... 10 mice infected with the same batch of pathogenic factors using epidemic techniques showed fever …”
"It is speculated that the pathogenic factors triggered by [Epidemic Spell] have a relatively strong effect. It may be that the spell increases the toxicity of the pathogenic factors, or promotes their massive growth... It may also be that the control of the spell's fluctuations is not stable enough and requires repeated trials... …”
"Wendell, why don't you go and rest? Those indigenous girls who bring us food are pretty good..."
"You guys go ahead." Demetri pressed his eyes on the microscope and cast a phantom sound spell to prevent his saliva from spraying on the cover glass when he spoke:
"I still have a little more... wait until I finish observing..."
"Really."
"Working too hard."
"This is why people can become seventh-level mage... I can't stand it... I work ten hours a day and I'm almost paralyzed..."
"Let's go, let's go..."
Footsteps sounded one after another. In the huge laboratory, only the skeletons are still diligently observing, measuring, and feeding. Under a solitary lamp, Dmitri worked hard:
Work hard!
Work hard!
He doesn’t know how to fight, and the mentor he follows is not of a high level, nor is he a direct descendant of the legendary mage. He can’t even get a golden skeleton! Someone who is ten or twenty years younger than me is already a ninth-level mage, and a tenth-level mage, but he is still a seventh-level mage!
It’s such a rare opportunity, how could you not seize it!
Day after day, night after night, finally, Wendell Demetri knocked on Gretel’s door with a thick stack of information:
"Your Excellency, Lord of the Plague! I made it! I saw it! - You see, this batch of 15 rounds of pathogenic factors was injected into mice. The mice showed no reaction, but cell lesions were detected! "
"The liver, kidneys, and brain cells all have lesions! - After another round of injection with mouse brain extract, the 16th round of pathogenic factors can no longer produce lesions!"
"100 mice, 100 mice are like this! I speculate that these pathogenic factors can already be used!"
"We have made the vaccine you asked for!"
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