Chapter 360 Riding a Goat to Negotiate

Gretel thus lived a happy life of getting on the bus to sleep, getting off the bus to take pictures - oh no, getting on the bus to do animal experiments, getting off the bus to treat locals, and earning money from experimental animals.

On the first day, there were only three people in the carriage: him, Bernard, and Master Hemond, plus the deer that was tortured to half death. Arrive at the destination, kill the deer, dissect it, treat everyone to the meat, and enjoy it.

The next day, Master Tarbot also got on the carriage and watched them doing experiments with interest. When he learned that this treatment method might be helpful in treating miners' lung disease, Master Tarbot happily asked:

"Can I try?"

"Uh...can't..."

Gretel was sweating profusely. Master, you are too old! You are over 350 years old! Even if a dwarf can live to be 400 years old, your age is equivalent to a human being in his 80s!

Generally speaking, the treatment targets for large-volume alveolar lavage are those under 65 years old...

Moreover, the old man's cardiopulmonary function is very poor. He often has to half sit and half lean at night and inhale low-flow oxygen to sleep. Grete also isolated Mycobacterium tuberculosis from his sputum.

This includes active pulmonary tuberculosis, severe low lung function, serious diseases or dysfunction of major organs such as the heart, brain, liver, and kidneys...

Same thing, all are contraindications for this kind of surgery!

"Ah...oh..." Master Talbot was very disappointed:

"You're young, don't be so timid! I'm willing to try it! And there's magic on my side! - You magicians have always been bold!"

Grete simply rolled his eyes.

That's the magician you're talking about. I'm a doctor, thank you.

And he is also the deputy chief physician, a deputy senior professional title! Only chief physicians with senior professional titles can preside over general new technology and new project surgeries, or high-risk scientific research project surgeries approved by the competent authorities! I'm still one level behind!

Unless absolutely necessary, I will not violate the contraindications and perform surgery on patients rashly!

Master Tarbert retreated in dismay. Then, on the third day, he brought his disciple Vigeland over and squeezed into Gretel's car...

"Mage Nordmark, can you take a look and let him try it?"

Gretel:

"..."

"..."

"That's enough for you! I haven't finished my animal experiments yet! I even killed two rabbits today! We can't do human experiments at all now! Get out! My carriage can't even fit in!"

I always feel that after several failures, I am still stuck on the blood oxygen saturation level... Even if I give him the cheapest oximeter!

Just the finger clip type!

In my previous life, I only sold it on Taobao for over a hundred yuan!

Now that I have to struggle on my own, I realize that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. First, you need to get two light-emitting diodes, one emits infrared rays with a wavelength of 660 nanometers, and the other emits infrared rays with a wavelength of 905~910 or 940 nanometers!

Just this request made Gretel want to die——

As long as he can make diodes, he can't even make a rectifier, so he needs to use the oldest version of mercury arc rectifier?

This is not over yet. After making the light-emitting diodes, we still need to make chips, make memories, and program the microprocessor...

Provide the obtained photoelectric signal to the microprocessor, process it according to the formula, and display it on the LCD screen...

By the way, we also need to make an LCD screen!

——Let’s think about how to use spells instead.

"Let's do it again...Bernard, please cover the rabbit's nose and mouth. Don't cover it to death. I'll try a new spell again..."

Well, there is a first-level magic in the prophecy department called bloodline identification. As long as there is a drop of blood, the race of the target individual can be identified;

The necromancy department also has a first-level magic called fortune-telling, which can tell whether a creature is dead, weak, seriously injured but desperately trying to survive, or whether it is completely healthy.

Gretel planned to try to see if these two magics could distinguish blood oxygen saturation. If not, could they summarize their characteristics and create a new magic that could be used?

——After all, if a creature is weak or seriously injured, its blood oxygen saturation will probably be problematic!

Grete threw spells one after another. He is now a fourth-level mage, full of energy, and has first-level magic. It is not a problem to throw dozens of them a day. Moreover, the study of magic does not rely on quantity——

Every time you cast a spell, you have to calculate, study, and compare. The draft papers in front of Grete were piled up in piles, and soon they were piled up again...

"Ahhhhh! Bernard! Bernard! Don't let the rabbit eat my draft!!"

See, this is the pain of researching on a buggy. As long as he is in his own mage tower, how can he have a table and the drafts will not be placed on the floor of the carriage...

Gretel complained silently. However, three days later, he no longer had the conditions for such research:

The carriage came to an end. The next journey is to climb mountains, drill into caves, climb over mountains, drill into caves...

Gretel slowly raised his head and looked far into the distance. The mountain road in front of us is steep and rugged, with no end in sight as far as the eye can see. One bend to the left, one to the right, and the climbing angle is at least more than 15 degrees.

Magic horses can't handle this mountain road, right? Are you rubbing someone else's phantom pony? Or do you have to climb up on two legs? Climbing for several days in a row?

Suddenly I regretted taking this trip!

"Don't worry, little mage." Master Talbot laughed and walked over, holding two goats in his hand. The one leading him was as hairy as snow, with curved horns like steel, and had a half-worn saddle on its back. At first glance, it looked like a local daily mount:

"This thing can climb the mountain road more quickly than a horse. How about it? Do you want to give it a try?"

Grete looked carefully. Sheep are famous for being good at climbing mountains. In his previous life, Gretel had seen videos of him climbing cliffs and going up to reservoirs, climbing nearly 90-degree steep slopes as if he were walking on flat ground. This kind of mountain road with a temperature of 15 or 20 degrees should not be a problem. As for carrying capacity...

The goat led by the old dwarf has a strong body, a broad back, and four solid legs, unlike a camel that can't move him.

In fact, Gretel saw from a distance that a group of dwarf cavalry had come from behind. The combined weight of the armor and weapons is estimated to be 1.5 times his, and he is sitting peacefully on the goat's back——

Grete was already a little satisfied. Look at the wool, which is clean and has huge curved horns that are coiled from the top of the head to the shoulders. You can grab it by reaching out while sitting on the saddle. It's not very tall either, so when riding it, you can touch the ground with your toes just a little bit.

Security +1, +1, +1...

"This goat is great! Can I ride it?"

He tentatively reached out his hand. Unexpectedly, the goat snorted, turned its head in disdain, and faced him with the back of its head. Master Tarbert was shaking with laughter beside him:

"Hahahaha, he doesn't like you! Little mage, have you killed too many sheep along the way, and he doesn't like your taste?"

nonsense!

I take a shower every day!

Also use cleaning techniques to clean up!

I'm not covered in formalin!

Grete thought for a while, took out a few seeds, held them in his palm, and gently activated the spell. The goat turned back suddenly, rolled its long tongue, and took away the green grass in his hand.

Grete relied on bribes to sit on the sheep's back. He leaned forward and backward on the sheep's back, paying the price of back pain, numb legs, and delayed research progress. After two days of climbing the mountain and another day of drilling into the cave, he successfully arrived at the Dwarf King's Court.

On the morning of the fourth day, Gretel sat down at the negotiation table with every part of his body hurting.

——Please accompany me to the last seat.

It would be nice not to have to negotiate with the dwarf elders... He wanted to catch up on his sleep...

"The price of ore is too low! If this continues, we won't have to do business next year!"

Gretel woke up instantly.

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