Chapter 641: Your Wife, Grete, Is Raising Him, so Feel Free to Go to the Battlefield!
Only when it came time to write out the papers, grade them, and watch the actual operations, did Grete realize how much effort the council had secretly spent.
Sodium ascorbate, he just ignored it.
Next, people from the parliament are responsible for how to find vegetables rich in vitamin C, how to produce them in large quantities, and how to popularize them.
Penicillin doesn't matter if it comes out of his liver. What, you said penicillin G can be iterated? Please, Grete is not a pharmaceutical major, so I really don’t understand this.
Next, how to cooperate with the Natural Gods to produce penicillin, how to purify it, how to combine it, how to package it, how to train healers...
It’s the parliament that’s doing it anyway, so he can just lie down and take his share, spreading his hands.
Blood transfusion, from the popularization of blood test magic, to the syringes used for blood collection, needles used for blood transfusion, needles and rubber tubes must be sterilized...
In order to prepare these material conditions and train the operating methods, in addition to opening the road, Grete only produced an operating manual.
In view of this, Gretel was mentally prepared. When this paper is handed out, the average score is 30 or 40, and the highest score is 70 or 80, which is normal.
However, when he came down from the podium and visited one table after another...
"answer."
"answer."
"This question is also answered correctly."
"this……"
Generally speaking, magicians, whether they are medical magicians or priests of various temples, have good answers in internal medicine. Grete felt that this might be attributed to the mental power of the caster.
The drug dosage, usage conditions, configuration method...it goes around the field once, and the accuracy rate is basically above 90%. However, the practical part is very tragic.
"The rubber band is tied above the elbow! Above! Not below! You are looking for blood vessels in the elbow!"
A forked sign will deduct 5 points.
"Disinfect after touching the right spot! Disinfect! Do you want the bacteria from the outside to enter the blood vessel together with the needle?"
For the second cross, another 5 points will be deducted.
"Put the needle into the blood vessel and then lay it flat! You want to transfuse blood inside, not to puncture the blood vessel and then all the blood leaks out!"
The third cross is a serious mistake, so 10 points will be deducted...
Grete assessed everyone's practical skills one by one. The poor Navy boys were pricked and poked and poked...
The blood stains and bruises on his elbows, and the twisted expression with grinning teeth, made Gretel really unbearable. However, he could only administer healing techniques and comfort one at a time:
"I'm sorry... If you bear with me any longer... the healers will be able to save all of our lives in the future if they are skilled in drawing blood and transfusing blood..."
"It's okay, please continue!" The young man who looked less than 20 years old gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and stretched out his arm again:
"I'm alright!"
The practical assessment was over, and Gretel had not counted the scores yet, but already had a rough judgment in his mind.
——Overall, the Necromancers have the best results, and the Ares Priests are also good. The magicians from the Fountain Temple and the medical branch, the two brothers who were better at magic treatment, were both at the bottom as expected.
As for Nature Priest? One part is working overtime, busy producing penicillin, and the other part seems to have added other sequences...
"MOSS, please help me correct these papers. I have written the standard answers and scoring standards." Returning to the Mage Tower, Gretel patted the space bag, poured out a large stack of test papers, and leaned back on the chair comfortably. :
"The stack at the back is the practical score table. Please help me calculate the total score and average score, and make a table for me..."
He took out the endless ink pen himself, and with a bang, he threw the pen barrel remotely into the ink bottle. After a while, the ink pen rolled out of the oak staff on his chest and began to write:
"Based on the current situation, Necromancers and Ares Priests are obviously more familiar with human anatomy than the other two types of healers."
"For this reason, it is strongly recommended that all types of healers work together in groups to complement each other's skills and achieve better treatment results."
"For the training of necromancers, it is recommended to strengthen the bandaging and suturing of skin, clamping blood vessels, etc., and increase the supply of alcohol, catgut, healing potions, droppers and bone wax..."
If there can be two healers on a ship, one who is good at hands-on treatment and the other who is good at using magic, it will be just right.
If they must be used separately, even if the healer does not know the slightest bit of magic, as long as he is good at disinfection, using hemostats, bandaging, and injecting penicillin, the mortality rate can be greatly reduced.
As for anyone who doesn't want to be healed by a necromancer?
Please, between "die" and "being healed by a necromancer", I believe they can make the right choice...
Even if someone makes the wrong choice, it's just that the Necromancer has more material.
Grete put down all the work he was doing, including Oak Grove Hospital. Work diligently on writing training plans, drafting opinion letters, focusing on practical operations, focusing on practical operations, focusing on practical operations...
After working for about 10 days at a stretch, I finally trained these healers into their own person. What? Is it really impossible to train?
You can only practice it slowly on the road, how can you still return it?
Finally, it was the day before the fleet set sail. After finally finishing the training, Gretel thought he could head back to the hospital, but was dragged and coaxed to the navy station again.
"I'm not going to fight!"
Grete tried to struggle. What a joke, that was a naval battle, a naval battle! To cross the ocean!
Whether you can survive in a place like this really doesn't depend on whether you can fight, but on whether you are tough or not!
"No one wants you to go!"
Commander Drake dragged him in with a dark face. Just kidding, a guy like Grete can come up with so many good things after being put in Nevis for two years. If we give it two more years, maybe our ship will be able to fly in the sky!
Such a guy can only be kept as a treasure in Nevis, how can he be dragged to the battlefield casually!
"It's going to be a mobilization meeting for all the extraordinary people for this battle." He patted a piece of paper into Grete's palm and stuffed it hard:
When I call you back, just go on stage and read it again! "
Have you helped write the speech?
Don't I have to draft it myself?
I like this!
Grete held the manuscript paper tightly and sat down quietly under the stage. When no one was paying attention, he lowered his eyes and read it quickly.
Then, his face. Surprised by smile, distorted by surprise, distorted, it becomes colorful, wonderful and abnormal.
"You warriors about to go into battle, I am Gretl Nordmark, the founder of Oak Grove Medical Clinic and the founder of cesarean section." Why mention this specifically? You haven't told me this before! Although I won’t refuse to agree...
"While you are away, if your family members need to give birth, they can all be taken care of by Oak Grove Medical Center. The council will pay the fee, so you don't have to worry about the cost of cesarean section..."
Wait, why does this sound so much like "I'll take care of your wife, don't worry about it"?
I don’t want this kind of persona!
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