Chapter 533 The Snake Spirit Version of the Blood Tester Is Online!

Grete happily went out on the boat and let people carry him back with his eyes closed. This incident shocked a large group of people on the spot.

The dwarf elder stood beside his bed for half a quarter of an hour, mumbling for a while, and then said, "It's okay, the breath of life is very strong";

Elder Buffalo asked about the cause and effect and said, "This is a good thing. The spirit of the contract has gained something and can feed its master back. Congratulations";

Master LeBron came over and walked around, saying, "It's okay, just keep quiet and let him meditate."

Even Marquis Tergu of the Vampire Clan generously said, "If it doesn't work out, I can give him some blood..."

“There’s really no need for this!”

Cerira struggled to push him out.

Grete calmed down in a meditative state, accepting the waves of endless memories from the little snake. From breaking the shell, to growing, from hunting, to occupying the nest.

Then he was adopted as a contracted spirit by a young wizard, and followed him through the wilderness through wind, rain, snow and snow. Taste herbs, fight poisonous insects, cure stubborn diseases, fight ferocious beasts...

After decades of loneliness, I reached a contract with a new person. Under his control, I saw sights I had never seen before...

The memory of the contract spirit is complex yet simple. Sight, hearing, smell, and inspiration beyond them all came to me at once.

Grete emptied his mind, letting his mind go blank, desperately hinting to himself:

"That's why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no consciousness... no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch..."

All I can say is that when I was in the hospital, the scriptures I learned to comfort patients are still of some use.

You don’t feel the passage of time during meditation. People outside came and went, and the room was noisy and quiet. Gretel didn't care, he was absorbed in meditation wholeheartedly.

By the time he sorted out all the news and opened his eyes, it was already dark in the cabin. A lamp is like a bean, the light of [Eternal Flame] is covered by frosted glass, and can only illuminate a square foot around the table.

There was a dinner on the table, and I didn't know what was used to keep it warm. The lid was hazy and full of moisture. Outside the cabin, the sea wind roared and the water roared. It was obvious that he had left the island, spread his sails, and was traveling at night.

Cerira lay on the other side of the table. She didn't know how long she had been waiting here, sleeping with her arms on her arms and her face flushed. I don’t know what I saw in my dream, and my mouth was almost drooling.

Gretel cautiously peeked at her. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he woke up the sleeping dragon, but he wasn't going to try it anyway. With a flick of his hand, a cup flew over to the table. The water-generating technique was activated, and half a cup of water poured down.

"Gretel! You're awake!"

Unexpectedly, just this little movement woke up the silver dragon girl. She rubbed her eyes and jumped down:

"What happened to that little snake?"

"It seems like he has grown up..." Grete stretched out his hand to show her. The little snake doubled in length and thickness, and coiled around his wrist. They kept spitting snake messages at Cerela.

Serila was happy to see it and stretched out her hand to tease it. The little snake wrapped its tail around Gretel's wrist and straightened up half of his body. A head moved up and down, left and right, dodging and playing with Cerela.

The little snake moved quickly, but Serira's reaction was even faster. Sometimes, before I had time to dodge, the girl would tap on my little head.

It swallowed a lot of poisonous dragon aura, and Cerela's fingertips were covered with a layer of brilliance. This press could actually touch the virtual body and press it directly to the table. For a moment, the cabin was crisp and clear, and girls' laughter was everywhere.

Grete let her and the snake play, while he devoured and cleaned up the dinner. Then he stretched out his wrist, let the little snake wrap around him again, and concentrated on communicating with it:

"I made two parts of salt water, can you tell the difference?"

The little snake was circling around his wrist, a little confused. Grete put away the dishes and took two portions of liquid with a test tube: one portion of 0.9% normal saline and one portion of Ringer's solution. Clear and transparent, the same temperature, put it on the table.

The little snake plunged in. After a while, feedback came:

"no the same."

"Why is it different?"

"..."

Obviously, this question is beyond the little snake's ability to express. It circled around Grete's wrist several times, moving its head up and down, but no message came through. Gretel was not in a hurry. He opened a set of alchemy equipment and continued to prepare the medicine:

A pinch of glucose, dissolved in water;

A pinch of oral rehydration salts dissolved in 100 ml of distilled water:

Potassium chloride solution;

Sodium bicarbonate solution;

Penicillin injection...

Saline injection mixed with cowpox...

The little snakes "tasted" them one by one. Although I can’t tell the difference, I can remember which one is which and which one is closer to which one:

For example, Ringer's solution is relatively close to normal saline, and somewhat similar to oral rehydration salts;

Compared with Ringer's solution, oral rehydration solution has a little more glucose taste, but also lacks something;

Penicillin solution is very similar to normal saline, but has a very strong smell, while vaccinia injection is much milder...

Grete was surprised and happy. He discharged a long row of test tubes in one breath:

Concentrated sulfuric acid, concentrated hydrochloric acid, concentrated nitric acid, dilute sulfuric acid, dilute hydrochloric acid, sodium bicarbonate solution, sodium hydroxide solution...

As soon as he thought about it, the little snake swam from one test tube to that test tube. Bury your head in, stay for a while, and then pull it out; change another one, bury it in and stay for a while...

Although he couldn't distinguish the taste of acid and alkali, he could point out to Gretel which one was strong and which one was soft. From strong acid to weak acid, from weak base to strong base, they were arranged in order without any confusion.

Serela sat under the lamp with her cheek in hand, watching happily. The little snake took a bite, and she also took a bite; when the little snake dipped a drop, she picked it up and drank it...

"Hey! This is concentrated sulfuric acid! You can't drink it!"

"Huh? What?"

Serila pursed her lips and lightly licked the roof of her mouth with her tongue:

"No acid?"

"Forget it, it's up to you..."

You can say whatever you want, but Gretel didn't dare to try any other potions. What if the Dragon Clan can't handle it? What if her delicate lips were burned and the mucous membranes were blistered?

Forget it, find something safer...

He rummaged around in the space bag and pulled out a few more test tubes. Blood, suspected of hyperlipidemia; blood, suspected of gout; blood, suspected of diabetes; blood, suspected of anemia...

He slid it aside, put a test tube of normal blood on it, and pointed at the little snake:

"superior!"

After a moment, the little snake frantically sent a lot of messages:

"This doesn't taste good! Bah, bah, bah! It smells like fat!"

"This one doesn't taste good either! It's a bit like the one you said is sour, but different..."

"This is so bland!"

"This tastes good, a bit like that... that... you said it tastes sweet!"

Grete was overjoyed. The little snake is so powerful! Although the specific numerical value cannot be reported and quantitative analysis cannot be done, at least it can be qualitative!

This is a snake-shaped blood tester!

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