Chapter 319: Divine Magic Doesn’t Work, Why Not Try Penicillin?

Leon Carlos lowered his head and flipped through the record book.

As expected, this young man grew up in a winery as a child, and was later thrown to the winery by Gretel, where he spent some time tinkering with technical improvements. After the experience of doing business, now patients are pouring in like a tide, and he has coordinated until now and it is still in order and not a mess.

Grete asked, and when he flipped through the book, he could answer immediately:

"So far, 538 people have been admitted to the hospital, 273 of whom are bedridden and unable to move. 97 people are unconscious or semi-conscious. Medical mages and priests are doing their best to treat them."

97 people.

Grete breathed a sigh of relief. The first batch of penicillin made by Elder Wood's people included 100 bottles. Plus the 10 bottles he brought over, it was enough for each of 97 people. There's still enough left for a skin test - yes, a skin test!

Thinking of the skin test, Grete's head was as big as two. Not only was it a skin test, he also injected intramuscularly with the drugs that were written in the book for intravenous infusion. The trouble involved also made him frown. After thinking about it, he sincerely felt that before using a killer weapon like penicillin, he should use magic or magic to save the life...

When he was in Heartland City, Elder Erwin's miraculous skill of directed killing of dysentery bacteria was still fresh in his memory. However, I was limited to the level at that time and didn't learn it. After I came to Nevis, I tried to learn on my own, but I couldn't find the threshold. Gretel had to lament that the power of "I'm thinking" in divine magic was really unreasonable sometimes.

Maybe he needs a high-level healer to help develop it?

However, Elder Wood and all the God of Nature pastors were all recruited by him to make penicillin. Gretel thought for a moment between the Ares Priest, the Fountain Goddess Priest, and the Magician from the Medical Branch. The balance in his heart didn't even sway, and he fell directly to the Magician's side.

He asked Leon Carlos and found Archmage Tolga in the lounge on the east side of the first floor. The great magician of the medical branch washed his hands and changed his clothes. After resting for a while, his expression softened a lot. Hearing Grete say that there was a new treatment method, he was very willing to try it:

"Kill a certain kind of germ accurately? OK, let me give it a try!"

Gretel takes him to the examination room. After confirming that it was anthrax, Grete lowered the level of protection: instead of wearing heavy leather epidemic medical uniforms, he wore long-sleeved pants, gloves and a mask, plus a bubble mask on his head.

After testing, this combination can achieve effective protection against bacteria. As long as you don't touch it with your hands and remember to wash your hands before removing the air bubbles and taking off the mask, it will basically not cause infection. Well, add a pair of goggles if necessary...

I have to say that this equipment is much lighter and can be operated more sensitively in the examination room. Gretel showed various test materials to Archmage Tolga - the environment, water bodies, patient's excrement, etc., then operated the microscope, made smears, and let the Archmage observe everything.

"You see, it is this kind of bacteria - flat at both ends, without flagella, very large - that is responsible for this disease. If we can accurately kill the bacteria in the patient's body, we should be able to treat the disease."

"Is that so? Let me give it a try..."

Archmage Tolga pondered. Half a minute later, he stretched out his palm and pointed it at the slide under the microscope. A flash of white light flashed, and Gretel used the microscope to observe again:

"Uh, maybe what you see now is a corpse? Wait a moment, I will do a bacterial culture to see..."

The results of the bacterial culture were very promising—no new strains of Bacillus anthracis emerged. Archmage Tolga cast sterilization spells on environmental and water samples, and the results were still quite optimistic. Grete was overjoyed, picked up the skin test solution prepared by his apprentice, and immediately took Master Tolga to the ward.

They first found a patient with mild symptoms. Once targeted sterilization was performed, the patient had no reaction.

Get another one. Another targeted sterilization was performed, but the patient still showed no signs of improvement.

Maybe the metabolism of anthrax toxin also takes time? Gretel guessed. He gritted his teeth and chose a patient with abdominal pain, bloating, and symptoms of ascites on magic B-ultrasound examination, and asked Archmage Tolga to try casting a spell. After the first sterilization operation was carried out, after waiting for 5 minutes, Grete personally performed an abdominal puncture on the patient and took out the ascites for a culture test...

The abdominal fluid extracted was red, like the residual water from washing meat. Stain microscopy still found Bacillus anthracis.

"...This doesn't seem to work..."

Grete is troubled. Archmage Tolga's targeted sterilization technique seems to be ineffective on patients. What went wrong?

He didn't dare to let the archmage change his spells at will. Don't look at the size under the microscope, just look at the way it looks under the microscope and make up your mind to cast the spell. What if you make the mistake in your mind?

If Bacillus anthracis is changed to E. coli, the balance of intestinal flora will be broken instantly. What if it is changed to white blood cells? What about red blood cells?

Then the healing technique becomes the killing technique!

Gretel thought about it over and over, but couldn't figure out what the problem was. He had no choice but to activate Plan B and conduct skin tests on the patients one by one. Penicillin allergy is dangerous, and Grete has no symptomatic medicine at hand. As long as the patient is not so sick that he is about to die, it is safer to do a skin test.

"You have clearly seen that the location for the skin test is on the palm side of the forearm, two fingers upward from the wrist crease, in the middle..." A row of apprentices stood in front of Gretel, squeezing each other, listening to his explanation. :

"The skin test is an intradermal injection. The injection needle is at an angle of 5 degrees to the skin, that is, it only needs to be slightly tilted. After inserting it, slowly push the potion... Okay, now each person receives 20 skin test needles and goes to do it Let’s do it! Let’s do the skin test on the critically ill patient first!”

Fortunately, there were three hundred 1ml skin test needles among the injection needles he had the little monster make before!

The apprentices stormed off. Gretel also took 20 skin test needles, inhaled the potion one by one, and started operating. Pray while working:

Never be allergic, never be allergic, never be allergic...

Mr. Norwood's magic circle should be more reliable and don't have too many impurities...

But to be honest, you will die from penicillin allergy, and you will die from anthrax. In comparison, you will die faster from allergy...

He waited anxiously, like a little rabbit growing radishes, pulling it out every five minutes to see if the radishes were growing - Grete indeed walked around the ward every five minutes to see if there were any. Which patient is allergic to penicillin. After walking the second lap, there was a roar in the ward corridor and a group of people came towards me.

"Grete, let's go back first." The leader, Bishop Sullivan, greeted Grete from a distance. Gretel straightened up from the bedside and said in surprise:

"Master Bishop, are you leaving now?"

"Let's go." Bishop Sullivan wanted to wipe away his sweat, but remembering Grete's numerous warnings about safety issues, he raised his hand halfway and put it down again:

"We have almost used all our magic, and there is no use staying here any longer. You... just hold on a little longer. When we go back, we will see if we can get the archbishop to bring another group of people over."

As he spoke, he looked towards the ward and then at Grete, with a hint of worry in his brows. Behind him, several God of War priests and several priests from the Spring Temple nodded together. It was obvious that they had all used their magical skills.

Grete knows that the so-called almost used means that there is still 20% left. For ordinary healers, unless the situation is particularly urgent, always leave a little margin. Using up all your mental energy in one go can easily damage your roots.

But, go back and ask the archbishop?

Not that easy!

Invite the Archbishop, the Great Priest, and the Jury will come forward!

Although Grete had already asked Aurora to run away, Grete had no idea how much time it would take to wait for Archmage Carlisle to contact the review meeting, and then wait for the review meeting to invite a high-level healer.

And letting them go now means that if a patient is allergic, there won't even be anyone to use magic to rescue him...

How to keep them? Grete's mind was racing, but he smiled sincerely:

"Master Bishop, everyone, thank you for your hard work. By the way, I brought a new medicine from the Mage Tower. It may have special effects on this plague. Do you want to take a look?"

Bishop Sullivan was immediately moved. He became even more curious when he saw Grete take out a small bottle and shake the white powder inside at him. Looking left and right, I saw that several young pastors around me seemed a little unable to walk, and I couldn't help but say:

"Then let's stay and see?"

"Okay, okay!" Gretel led them in:

"This medicine has special effects on many people, but it has one disadvantage. It may be dangerous for some people whose physical constitution is not suitable for it. So you need to inject a small amount first to see if the patient will have any special reaction..."

"Good boy, you are waiting for us here!" Bishop Sullivan laughed teasingly.

Despite the laughter, he still waited with Grete. After waiting for 20 minutes, no one knew whether it was a physical problem of people in this world or whether the magic circle had a miraculous effect on extracting impurities, but no one was actually allergic. Gretel thanked God in his heart and quickly took out all the penicillin:

"Quick! Speed ​​up! Inject one for each critically ill patient, and if there are more, give them to other patients!"

Take the medicinal powder, mix it with physiological saline, draw the liquid, and inject it. A dozen students were so busy that they wanted to lift their toes to help. Archmage Tolga was also alerted, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Bishop Sullivan, with half-closed eyes, in front of the bed of Gretel's first patient who injected the medicine.

Gretel knew that they were feeling the patient's breath of life - he really didn't have this skill. If it was not so busy, he would have to try to get some tips, but now, he can only leave them with tears and continue to inject penicillin to critically ill patients according to the list.

One shot, two shots, one bottle, two bottles... The penicillin bottle in his hand was half empty, and there was a sudden noise in the corridor outside the ward. Gretel walked out of the ward and bumped into the Archbishop of the Temple of the God of War. The archbishop simply nodded to him, walked past him, and asked his subordinates directly:

"Sullivan, what are you doing here? Haven't you used up your magic? If you don't go back to rest, why are you waiting in the epidemic area?"

After asking several questions at once, Bishop Sullivan turned around. He looked past his immediate boss and went directly to Gretel:

"Little Grete, your special medicine... works! It really works!"

"What?"

Gretel quickly rushed forward to take a look. It had been less than half an hour since the medicine was injected. According to the habit of the previous life, no changes in the patient's physical signs could be detected. But the bishop has already sensed:

"The patient's vitality has become stronger! The plague that is entangled in him has become weaker!"

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