Chapter 463 Help Me Think of a Name for the Hospital! (Just Like the Black and White Silent Film Leader Plus Update 3)

"Which one to choose?"

"Where to choose?"

One on the left and one on the right, two heads poked over to look. Gretel placed his left shoulder on Cerira's chin, and as for his right shoulder, he simply lowered it——

Mr. Trocca jumped on his shoulder, hooked his tail, and curled it around Gretel's neck.

"Mr. Trocca!"

Grete roared, shrugged, and twisted his neck. What answered him was a delicate and crisp "Mi——"

Mr. Trocca shrank to the size of a kitten.

Gretel: "..."

Turning around and looking back, Master Lin En was seven or eight meters behind, listening to Aurora telling her the legendary story of meeting the Lord of Thunder today...

Well, it’s impossible to expect cat owners to take care of their cats. Gretel lifted the black cat off his shoulders, held it in his palm, and scratched his chin:

"Mr. Trocca, you are so heavy...be a little lighter next time you jump up, okay?"

The black cat flicked its tail lazily.

A chuckle sounded from beside him. Cerira took the kitten from his hand and stroked it twice. While pressing it in his hand, he looked at the map and listened to Aurora bragging. After listening to a few words, he suddenly said in surprise:

"Gretel, have you been accepted as a disciple by the Lord of Thunder?"

What a legend! That's not easy! For the dragon clan, although humans are more interesting, their strength and lifespan are really not worth mentioning. But legends are different. Any legend can be on an equal footing with an adult dragon!

legend?

Mage Norwood's arm holding the map trembled.

Compared with these proud men, these mages who can easily advance to level 4 and level 5 and study in the laboratory of Babel Tower, they have struggled from the age of 20 to their 40s and have seen all the ups and downs of the city of mages. He understands the value of a good teacher better——

For a mage, it basically means that he can ignore the pressure of life when he is young, study with peace of mind, and work hard to produce results. It is almost equivalent to clearing almost all obstacles in the learning stage.

Look at Lin En, with a great mage as a teacher, he can travel around the country and fight back at higher levels without having to worry about lack of combat effectiveness;

Let's look at Aurora. There is a great mage - a disciple of the legendary mage - who serves as a teacher. He can study at the top of Eagle Peak without any worries, and he has advanced to a fifth-level mage at the age of 20.

In contrast, Grete had obtained a high-level mage tower before reaching level five. This achievement made him feel a bit dreamy. When Master Norwood heard the news that he had become a legendary disciple, a stone fell to the ground:

It turns out that is the case, it turns out that the Lord of Thunder has been paying attention for a long time. That's right, in this case, the Mage Tower will not be afraid of being unable to be saved...

He looked astonished and stared at Gretel, his hands trembling slightly. Gretel looked at him like this and sighed secretly:

Well, it's probably impossible to expect him to continue explaining the details...

He shrugged and turned around. In front of Aurora, a pair of boys and girls were listening to him with their eyes wide open, exclaiming in surprise from time to time:

It’s great that the owner of the Mage Tower can actually worship a legend as his teacher! Although they have not yet become Gretel's disciples, a rising tide lifts all boats!

No matter how hard they work, maybe they can become the disciples of the legend?

Grete saw it at a glance, smiled and waved to them to come over. Mr. Norwood is not in the mood to explain anyway, so let’s listen to their needs:

"As you know, I will open a treatment center in the future and research related healing spells. Your project can also be included in it - so, how are you progressing with the tasks I gave you before I left?"

The female priest and the young necromancer looked at each other. Then, Leon Carlos took a step forward and said respectfully:

"Sir, according to your instructions, I have found cows with pox on their bodies. Milkmaids who deal with cows a lot do not get smallpox. However, in terms of infecting humans with cow's pox serous fluid to provide protection, I failed."

The progress is pretty good, at least cowpox has been found. Gretel nodded, said a few words of encouragement, and turned to Annevia:

"And you?"

"I……"

The girl pastor was confused. During the time when Gretel was away, she lived in Gretel's mage tower, took Gretel's funds, used Gretel's laboratory, and worked on Gretel's topic selection. With overwhelming momentum, he broke through from the first-level priest to the second-level priest.

However, when the parents, family members, and Elder Wood went into battle together, they only produced something that could barely be considered a result:

"We...we have found something that can inhibit the growth of the bacteria you named, M. tuberculosis...but there is no cure..."

Feeding it directly to rabbits is useless;

Crushed it and applied it to the rabbit's wound, but it was almost useless;

Repeating the process of making penicillin according to the procedure before Grete still has no effect;

Change the temperature, change the reagents, change the reaction time, and make all kinds of changes in the process of making penicillin, but it is useless...

Money, manpower, materials, and the energy of the mage tower were all wasted on them.

"Oh, have you come up with streptomycin?"

Grete was overjoyed.

Streptomycin!

The second antibiotic in the previous life!

Combined with penicillin, one deals with Gram-positive bacteria and the other deals with Gram-negative bacteria, and most bacterial infections can be controlled!

The difficulty in the research and development of streptomycin is to find Streptomyces. With this one, there is a long string of zeros following it. And now, Anivea has accomplished this crucial "1"!

"Come on, come on, each of you will write a paper for me." He was beaming with joy, smiling, and pretending to be a teacher and the master of the mage tower:

"By the way, write down the ideas and plans for continuing to promote the project, as well as the required budget. Estimate the funds, venue, and personnel-"

He reached out and patted the red circle on the map:

“Let’s apply to the parliament for funding!”

The two apprentices went back to write hard. Grete himself has "Arcane" and "Magic" in one hand, and he also has to prepare the site selection, construction and subsequent research planning of the hospital. He is very busy and sweating:

"Ah ah ah...Brother Lin En, how much money do we still have in the Mage Tower?"

"You just remembered to ask this question?"

Lin En shook his head and stared at this guy who didn't care about anything, feeling angry and funny.

When Gretel went to the Black Gate Peninsula, he didn't leave behind any reliable rules at all. How much monthly income can a mage tower earn, how much can a formal mage spend, how much can an apprentice spend; how much is the daily allowance, how much research funding...

How can we keep things flowing smoothly, prioritize the daily research of the Master of the Mage Tower, and at the same time ensure that other members can provide sufficient cohesion? Gretel, I'm afraid he hasn't even thought about it!

What’s even more outrageous is that their largest income, the sales of penicillin, has so far been settled with the Mage Tower!

In other words, if he hadn't been watching, if he, Aurora, and Norwood hadn't all been more conscientious and measured, they alone could have lifted the mage tower up!

Grete coughed twice, shamelessly pretending not to hear. Lin En rubbed his fingers, resisted hitting him on the forehead, and sighed:

"Come on, let me calculate for you first the income of our Mage Tower..."

——The biggest one is penicillin. The parliament's army system purchases 200 guns every month, 100 are displayed in the trading hall, 100 are in the God of War Temple, and 100 are in the Spring Water Temple.

The share to the Deistic Church should be paid in kind (that is, let them make two to three hundred more penicillins every month and smuggle them away themselves).

The commission and magic circle share given to Master Norwood will be deducted from his salary.

Calculated, the monthly income of the Mage Tower is stable at more than 400 contribution points.

The exchange income of Dragon's Breath Hand has declined after passing the initial peak. However, since Gretel left until now, he has also gained 500 contribution points.

Add to this the income from microscopes, shadowless lamps, pencils, aluminum powder, and Master Norwood’s income from installing motors everywhere, etc...

"All in all, there are still more than 5,000 contribution points and more than 1,000 gold coins on the Mage Tower's books that can be used. To buy a house or land, you may have to negotiate with the council about installment payments. If you are just building a house, you can spend it without worry!"

"I feel like it's still not enough..."

Gretel frowned. Building a house does not cost money. Adding various defense facilities, disinfection facilities, and alchemy facilities to the hospital requires material fees, and the magician has to pay appearance fees;

He can treat people for free himself, but if he wants to hire an external priest or medical magician, it is absolutely impossible not to pay him;

Add to that the development of streptomycin, the promotion of vaccinia vaccination, the study of paper records of electrocardiograms, and the creation of animal models of patent ductus arteriosus (and, yes, a nature priest to care for the animals, at least one)...

No matter what you do, it’s a bottomless pit, and no matter what you do, money will flow out.

"Brother Linn, look at these things." Grete frowned and poured the space bag out:

Gold necklaces as thick as your fingers, gold collars as thick as your arms, gold bracelets, gold rings, gold bowls, gold plates, silver necklaces, silver collars, silver cups and silver bowls...

Fur, animal teeth, animal bones, various recognizable or unrecognizable suspected magical materials...

The orcs, dwarves, and barbarians along the way all gave him gifts. Regardless of whether they were good or bad, Grete piled them all into his space bag:

"Pick out what you want, keep what you might need, and sell the rest..."

Linn held his forehead. He waved to Aurora, Norwood and the two little ones, gesturing for them to pick whatever they wanted. He picked up Gretel and shook it horizontally twice and then vertically twice:

"Write a paper for me! Submit a paper! You have been away for more than half a year, don't tell me you don't have a paper! Writing a paper is the most convenient way to get money from the parliament! After writing the paper, write a research plan and apply for funding!"

You have become a disciple of the Lord of Thunder, don’t tell me that you can’t even apply for funding!

Money can be mined from the parliament, and people can also be mobilized from the parliament!

Gretel went to write the paper with a frown. As he was writing, he suddenly raised his head and shouted from a distance:

"Brother Linn, remember to help me think of a name for my hospital - the Institute of Medicine!"

"roll!"

I have to help you think about this, you are becoming more and more lazy!

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3000 words!

An additional update was successfully completed again!

I counted my fingers, counted my fingers, and counted, but I still felt that this amount of money was not enough for research, and I had to get more money from the parliament...

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