Chapter 320 Is This the Essence of Courage Given by Divine Magic? (Wind Snow Yiling Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Updates)

"What special medicine?"

The Archbishop of the God of War Temple was immediately attracted to his attention. When the army moves, the first headache is the plague, and the second headache is the large number of casualties on the battlefield. The latter can still kill eight hundred enemies even if he loses one thousand, but the former can inexplicably make a lot of people sick or even die without encountering anything.

Non-combat attrition is the worst thing for morale.

He looked at Bishop Sullivan, and Bishop Sullivan looked at Gretel. Before Grete could explain, another person squeezed in from the crowd and asked hurriedly:

"What kind of special medicine is it? Did you just make it? Is it only effective against this plague? Can it be produced in large quantities?"

A lot of questions were thrown at me. Grete took a closer look, eh, an acquaintance!

The person who asked the question was Old Sam, the member of Thunder Horn's review committee. Next to Old Sam, nodding silently, but with extremely focused eyes, was the member of the Protection School. Behind them, Archmage Tolga stretched out half of his head and stared at him unblinkingly.

They are all acquaintances, and they are all our own people. If you want me to say something, then I will say it! Gretel took out an empty bottle from his pocket and raised it to Old Sam:

"This is it. It's finished. I'm waiting for the next batch to be delivered. It was just made not long ago and is still being improved. It is not only effective against this plague, but also has a curbing effect on many common diseases and plagues." For example, diphtheria, Such as scarlet fever, meningococcal meningitis...

Of course, dysentery, cholera, plague, tuberculosis, these are the same common plagues that penicillin cannot treat. You still have to go to the soil to separate, culture, and purify it, and try to produce things like streptomycin.

The eyes of several big guys lit up. Grete pretended not to notice and continued:

"Especially traumatic infections, with this, many can be effectively controlled."

! ! !

Bishop Sullivan took a step forward on the spot. Although the archbishop of the God of War Temple did not react so much, his eyes lit up.

After a war, no matter how many priests there are, it is impossible to take care of all the wounded soldiers. Most of the wounded soldiers died of infection - no one understands this probability better than them.

If the small bottle of medicine in Grete's hand really has the effect on plague patients that he just sensed, it would be a battlefield weapon!

Especially for those small teams that carry out lurking and attack missions, it is inconvenient to carry a healer. Having such a bottle of medicine is equivalent to carrying a bottle of holy water with you!

The archbishop was relatively reserved, his expression unchanged, and he only glanced at Bishop Sullivan. The bishop had already blurted out the question:

"Master Nordmark, can this medicine be mass-produced? Can it be sold to the outside world? How much does a bottle cost? How much is the sales volume?"

"cough--"

Old Sam gave a fake cough. Grete immediately took a step aside:

"Now because of urgent need, Elder Wood has led a group of people to help me produce using magic. A more efficient mass production method is still being studied. If it is actually produced, will it be sold?"

He glanced at the great magicians around him, and his meaning was clear: I, a third-level little magician, cannot make the final decision on such an important material, and I'm afraid the review committee will decide. The Archbishop said "Yeah", and in the crowd behind him, an unknown priest whispered:

"It's them again..."

They clearly knew what Gretel was developing in the Mage Tower, and their apprentices worked together with those from the Order of the God of Nature. When it came time to actually produce results, they were the ones who took a step forward...

There is no way. Grete secretly spread his hands. The priest of the God of Nature has expertise in promoting the growth of penicillium. What method does he have...to chemically synthesize penicillin or something? Forgive him that he can't do it. Even if he can, the Temple of the God of War doesn't seem to be good at chemical engineering?

Grete complained silently. The smile on his face is sincere and full of seriousness:

"However, there is a problem with this kind of special medicine, that is, some people are not adapted to it and are prone to special reactions. Rashes, dermatitis, anemia, nephritis, the most serious ones can cause the patient to be out of breath, blood pressure to drop rapidly, and shock. Or even death. So always try it with a very small dose before taking any medication."

The archbishop nodded slightly and took a step back. He didn't say anything and didn't intend to leave. He seemed to want to observe the effect of this special medicine with his own eyes. Grete also bowed to them and continued to work.

Hey, there are still so many patients who need injections of medicine. Even though he is a doctor, he can only take on the responsibility of a nurse at the critical moment...

Check the patient, draw medicine, inject, and record; then check the patient, draw medicine, inject, and record. Gretel used up all the medicines on hand in one go, then went to patrol the wards to observe the patients the apprentices were responsible for injecting. Thank God, none of these critically ill patients have died so far...

After a batch of medicine was finished, the Mage Tower quickly sent a new batch of medicine. This time, the visitors to the temple and the jury hardly missed a step, watching Grete prepare skin test solutions and perform skin tests on patients. The great magician of the protection department even tried it himself:

"Take a 4.8-gram bottle of penicillin, add 40 ml of normal saline, and shake vigorously to fully dissolve it (while using magic to stir it);

Use a 1 ml syringe to draw 0.1 ml and add 0.9 ml of normal saline;

Then draw 0.1 ml from it and add 0.9 ml of normal saline;

Absorb again...add...absorb...add...

Ah - why is it so troublesome..."

Gretel looked at him with pity and helplessness. Is that what I want? I don’t want to either! I didn't do these tasks in my previous life, they were all done by nurses. Only when I started doing them did I realize how troublesome it was. However, the operating procedures in the book were written in detail line by line, and he did not dare to go too far...

Maybe the great magician's hands were wet, or maybe he overlooked some steps when shaking it up and absorbing it. In short, after the great magician finished a round of injections and looked back, he saw the fifth patient, and an apprentice shouted in front:

"Sir - something is wrong with this patient! He doesn't feel well anymore!"

Gretel's heart tightened, and she ran away following the sound. On the hospital bed, a patient had cyanotic lips, cold sweat all over his body, and was already in a semi-conscious state. Gretel leaned over and felt for his pulse, and felt a thin and rapid pulse under his fingertips. Based on experience, he felt that his blood pressure had dropped sharply.

Oops!

Allergic to penicillin!

This patient was also unlucky. He was allergic to this condition during the skin test stage... Judging from the symptoms, it was the most severe anaphylactic shock!

"Someone is coming!"

He threw a healing spell with his backhand. Then, shout loudly:

"Someone! Rescue!"

With so many high-level healers around, of course they should call for reinforcements as soon as possible!

White light flashes. The great magician of the protection department also had some experience in medical magic, and he also threw in two or three healing spells. Detoxification, treatment of minor injuries, wonderful rejuvenation...

It's not a particularly powerful spell, but it's quite fast and every situation has been considered. However, the patient's vital signs fluctuated up and down, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, barely hanging on, and there was no sign that the spell was symptomatic or effective.

"what's the situation?"

A group of people rushed in at the door of the ward. Gretel raised his head:

"That's what I'm talking about! The side effects of this special drug can easily lead to death if it's serious!"

"But didn't you try it with a small dose?!"

"Whether you are allergic to this medicine only depends on the individual's physical constitution, not the dosage!" Gretel stared at the patient and spoke urgently. It is said that talking about toxicity without dosage is a hoax. However, what is more counter-intuitive is that when it comes to penicillin allergy, it really doesn’t tell you the dosage...

In his many years of clinical practice in his previous life, he had encountered more than one case of shock during the skin test stage!

He even heard gossip from colleagues that someone just accompanied a patient to the hospital and went into anaphylactic shock after inhaling penicillin molecules in the air (although he didn't know how he inhaled it)...

"Then how to rescue?"

The Archbishop of the God of War Temple spoke in a deep voice. Gretel opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say:

Inject 0.5 to 1 mg of epinephrine?

Add corticosteroids and antihistamines if necessary?

Or, go to the mage tower next door to kill a sheep, mash the sheep's adrenal glands, and give it to the patient to swallow?

——This patient is close to coma, and he can’t swallow!

His mind was spinning. The purpose of epinephrine is to relieve bronchial smooth muscle spasm, constrict peripheral capillaries, and increase blood pressure...

"Is there any magic or magic that can shrink blood vessels?" He thought and spoke faster and faster:

"Can it make people breathe smoothly, their heart beat strongly, and their spirits be lifted?"

Let’s not talk about reducing blood vessel permeability, reducing gland secretion, mast cells, eosinophils, etc. for now. Let’s pick a few things that the big guys can understand and talk about, and see if they can find a way... …

"Is this all you need?" the two great magicians and the archbishop said in unison. The two sides looked at each other, and Old Sam raised his hand:

"After you--"

The archbishop of the Ares Temple did his part. He clasped his hands on his chest in a standard prayer posture and murmured to himself. After a few words, the voice suddenly became louder:

"May the God of War bless his people! Grant him the courage and confidence to face powerful enemies! May he not be afraid, flinch, or panic—"

While praying, his hands were pushed forward, and a red light shone on the patient. Gretel knelt beside the patient and pressed his fingers on his wrist veins. He felt that the pulse under his fingertips was getting stronger and stronger, and the allergic patient's breathing became stronger and stronger. Rescued? Really saved?

"Inspiration technique." Behind Gretel, Old Sam's voice was neither high nor low, giving instructions to Gretel:

"A very useful little magic in the Temple of the God of War. The level is not high, and the effect mainly depends on the environment and atmosphere, as well as the popularity of the caster. There are similar spells in magic, and they are only at the second level. If you have time later, you can go to Charm Control I’m going to ask for advice.”

But the patient was already unconscious! Can casting spells like this be useful?

...So the courage this magical technique injects into the patient's body is just a shot of adrenaline? !

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The overall incidence of penicillin allergy is 3% to 10%, but the vast majority are type II and III allergies, which are not serious and will disappear after stopping the drug. The most severe type I, that is, anaphylactic shock, has an incidence rate of (0.4~1.5)/10,000 people taking medication, and a mortality rate of about 0.1/10,000 people.

So Grete is willing to make a bet. After all, it only takes a few minutes to die from allergies, but it takes two or three days for anthrax to develop to toxemia...