Chapter 318 Penicillin, Magical Magic Explodes Production Capacity! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 5 Updates)
Grete watched for a moment, leaving the gremlin upstairs to continue working, and quickly went downstairs. Whether he is watching or not, the little monster is still working like that, without slowing down the work or reducing the quality of the product. So, on this side, you can rest assured for the time being.
What he needs to pay more attention to now is the production and quality of penicillin.
The production room is steaming. Led by Pastor Matthew, the six pastors each faced a beaker, their eyes slightly closed, and muttered something. A green light shone on the palms and fingertips, falling on the bit of bacteria in the beaker, and soon dyed the entire beaker green.
In the production room, the only female apprentice with experience in cultivating Penicillium was walking around lightly and quickly, stopping in front of a certain beaker from time to time, closing her eyes for a moment, and whispering various key points:
"Pay attention to the temperature of the culture medium..."
"The medium must be stirred constantly..."
"To maintain its vitality..."
Gretel stood quietly at the door of the production room for a while. After completing her inspection, the female apprentice walked towards him quickly and lightly, asking for instructions in a low voice:
"Sir, is this okay? Is this speed enough?"
"Far from enough."
Gretel shook his head firmly.
The production efficiency of six people working together is indeed much higher than that of one person. At least as far as Grete can see, the amount produced in this wave is equivalent to their usual output in a day.
But now, what they need is to produce the output that usually takes 500 days or even 1,000 days in one day!
"Annivea," he tried to relax his brows and encouraged the female apprentice:
"I know you work hard - you all work hard. But now, we need to increase our production capacity 100 times or 200 times to save these patients. Work harder, their lives are in your hands! - When will Elder Wood arrive?”
The last sentence was asked to Pastor Matthew. When sending the patient to the hospital, Pastor Matthew had already noticed that something was wrong and used the sect's unique method to send an urgent message to Elder Wood. However, Gretel has no idea where the elder is now or when he will arrive -
"I'm here!" After saying that everyone had arrived, Elder Wood strode in quickly. There were five or six priests following behind them, apparently pulling over all the people of the sect who could be found nearby. After entering the door, he looked around and then said to Grete:
"You want to make this little thing grow longer? Leave it to me, I'll help!"
"Not only that, the main thing is to make it secrete more effective substances that can kill bacteria-"
Gretel quickly explained to Elder Wood. After a brief description, he demonstrated the effect of instilling Penicillium into Staphylococcus aureus to inhibit the killing of bacteria. Then, take Elder Wood to the magic circle used for extraction and let him observe the process of filtration, centrifugation, sodium hydroxide addition, and magic purification——
"What is needed is this substance. It would be best if the Penicillium can grow more and secrete more of this substance. It can save the patient's life!"
"I understand." Elder Wood's eyes were half-open and half-closed throughout the whole process, and he seemed to be distracted, but Grete knew that he was using magic power to sense every detail. After the demonstration, he immediately drove Grete away:
"I'll take care of the production, you go and do yours!"
"Let me work together! The syringes are still being produced and need to be sterilized at high temperatures after production. We still have an hour and a half!"
Elder Wood readily agreed. He and Grete stepped into the production room together, followed the Penicillium production process, and soon began to give orders:
"You two, Level 1 and Level 2, are responsible for the first round of growth of Penicillium!"
"You two, level three and level four, are responsible for the second round of births!"
"Don't use small jars, use the largest jars to induce vines, and connect the three levels of jars! Matthew, you take other people with levels above five to be responsible for the third round of growth! One person is responsible for stirring, and the other is responsible for Input the fire energy, and everyone else is responsible for outputting the power of nature to make these little things grow!"
"Leave the task of optimizing the bacterial strains to me!"
Grete looked at Elder Wood with shocked eyes. He vaguely remembered hearing gossip from his pharmacy students that the current industrial production of penicillin was indeed a process of doubling once, doubling twice, and then mass-producing in large jars. Elder, did you rub it out with your bare hands?
He turned around and ran away: "You don't need to collect the fire gas! I'll set up the electrolysis device!"
Isn’t it just electrolyzed water? Doesn’t it mean that a little sodium hydroxide needs to be added to the electrolyzed water? Now Master Tower is working hard to produce bleaching powder. How much sodium hydroxide is the by-product? How much is it?
The arrival of Elder Wood accelerated the entire production process. The entire mage tower rumbled and rotated at high speed.
The flames flickered, the cornstarch boiled, and then quickly dropped to the right temperature under the cooling magic. The centrifuge rotated at full speed, and the buzzing sound was so loud that even the invisible servants in the magic tower started running.
The tower spirit MOSS is fixed in the core of the magic tower. It has no long legs and can only admire beside Gretel:
"Master, I have never seen our magic tower work so efficiently..."
When the first batch of 600 syringes was produced and the high-temperature sterilization was completed, a 10*10 piece of the small bottle containing penicillin sodium was already laid out in front of Grete.
100 bottles, 4.8 g each, 8 million units.
——At least enough for the first batch. Enough for the most urgent and dangerous patients.
The big stone pressing on Gretel's chest finally loosened a little. He bowed deeply to Elder Wood:
"Elder, thank you so much! - Thank you for being here! Please take these Penicillium molds and continue to promote them. The more, the better! I only worry about too little here, not that the output will not be used! After finishing a Send it to me quickly, it’s urgent!”
He picked up two boxes—the smaller one contained penicillin, and the larger one contained 600 sterilized syringes—stuffed them into the space bag and rushed to the infectious disease hospital. It's been more than an hour. How are the patients? How many people became critically ill? Are there any patients who died before resuscitation could be done?
Grete was distraught. Even if he repeatedly told himself that it would take 2 to 3 days from the onset of intestinal anthrax to death from septicemia, he could not help but feel anxious. The magic horse is considerate and runs fast and steady, but Grete can't help but urge him repeatedly. If it weren't for his limited riding skills and lack of tools at hand, he would have to use his whip and spurs.
"Drive, drive, drive!" Gretel kept shouting while lying on the horse. The journey from the mage tower to the infectious disease hospital was only about one kilometer, and the magic horse arrived quickly at full gallop. Seeing the hospital gate from a distance, Gretel suddenly reined in his horse:
what happened?
This is his infectious disease hospital, not a prison, and it's not a zombie siege!
"Let me out! Let me out!" On the side of the hospital, on the high wall, seven or eight people were trying their best to climb over it. Outside the wall, a group of uniformed patrols held their spears upside down and stabbed them back hard:
"Why are you running? Don't you know you are infected with the plague?! If you are let out now, you may get sick at any time and fall down somewhere! Master Mage is kind-hearted and leaves you here to watch. You still don't know what is good for you! Die! Forget it if you stay outside, if you drag the whole city to death with you, you won’t be able to enter the Kingdom of God even if you die!”
Grete: "..." This is not a big deal. One good thing about anthrax is that human-to-human transmission is relatively rare...
The patrolman poked and cursed vigorously. Grete had already seen three or four people being poked down, while others were still clinging to life and climbing. In the commotion, two men in black left the carriage and ran from a distance. They were the action team of the Emergency Management Department. The leading magician raised his voice:
"What are you yelling at them for?!"
He drank a magic character and pointed to the wall. A faint magical light flashed across the wall, and everyone on the wall looked confused. They all let go of their hands and jumped off the wall.
He galloped towards the hospital entrance and thanked him on the way. The magician who took action smiled calmly:
"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just a shot of [Charm Humans] to calm them down. Every magician in our emergency management department must practice it. It's especially useful when dealing with large-scale riots by people-"
Before he finished speaking, another head popped up on the wall, but it was the one that had just been charmed before. The magic worked before, and the patrolling guards also relaxed a little vigilance and did not poke with their spears in time. I saw the man struggling to climb over the wall, rolling and falling, and landed on the ground. He got up, didn't even have time to stand upright, and ran out as hard as he could.
The two guards cursed and immediately chased after him. The man who climbed over the wall was obviously injured in the fall and ran with a limp. He was quickly escorted by the guards. Grete saw at a glance that it was a brown-haired boy, struggling and shouting:
"Let me out! If I don't go to work, my boss will fire me!"
... Unemployment is as fierce as a tiger. Grete sighed secretly: The threat of unemployment is really too powerful. It can make workers break their heads and still go to work, or wake up in the ICU with excessive blood loss and still write code. It can also make workers in this world , has the power to fight against [Charming Humans]...
Thinking of his previous life as a working man, he secretly shed tears of sympathy for himself. The boy's arms were cut behind his back by two guards, and he shouted desperately:
"Let me out! I finally found a job yesterday! I'm unemployed. Without my salary, my brother can't study! And my mother and little Lila! They are all sick, and they have to rely on money for treatment. I’ll earn it!”
……well.
All living beings suffer.
Grete sighed slightly. The young man struggled and was escorted past him. Suddenly he stretched his head as hard as he could and shouted to him:
"Sir! Mister Magician!—How is my mother? How is little Lila? Save them! Please, please save them!"
Gretel had heard such hoarse shouting countless times in his previous life, and every time without exception, it made him feel pity. But in a matter of life and death, where would he find the strength to reverse it? The infectious disease hospital was full of patients, including an unknown number of critically ill patients. He had no idea who the boy's mother and sister were.
As for the problem of unemployment after being quarantined, even the government in his previous life couldn't solve it, so what can he do on his own?
Gretel couldn't even look into the young man's pleading eyes and say to him, "We will do our best," like he did in his previous life. He could only be cruel, turned away and rushed into the hospital quickly. As soon as he entered the hall, he asked Leon Carlos, who was coordinating the arrangements at the door:
"What's going on now? How many critically ill patients are there?"
God bless, the first batch of penicillin he brought over must be enough!
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